Part 8 (2/2)

The giant shouted louder than before, and his shouts were heard by all the other giants, who came running towards him.

When Sharvan saw them coming, he caught up Pinkeen, and put him in his pocket, that they shouldn't see him.

”What were you shouting for?” said the giants.

”Because,” said Sharvan, ”that rock there fell down on my big toe.”

”You did not shout like a man that was hurt,” said they.

”What is it to you what way I shouted?” said he.

”You might give a civil answer to a civil question,” said they; ”but sure you were always Sharvan the Surly;” and they went away.

When the giants were out of sight, Sharvan took Pinkeen out of his wallet.

”Some more berries, you little thief--I mean little Pinkeen,” said he.

”I have not any more,” said Pinkeen; ”but if you will guard the tree in Dooros Wood you can feast on them from morn till night.”

”I'll guard every tree in the wood, if I may do that,” said the giant.

”You'll have to guard only one,” said Pinkeen.

”How am I to get to it?” said Sharvan.

”You must first come with me towards fairyland,” said the fairy.

”Very well,” said Sharvan; ”let us go.” And he took up the fairy and put him into his wallet, and before very long they were on the top of the mountain. Then the giant looked around towards the giants' land; but a black cloud shut it out from view, while the sun was s.h.i.+ning on the valley that lay before him, and he could see away in the distance the green woods and s.h.i.+ning waters of fairyland.

It was not long until he reached its borders, but when he tried to cross them his feet stuck to the ground and he could not move a step. Sharvan gave three loud shouts that were heard all over fairyland, and made the trees in the woods tremble, as if the wind of a storm was sweeping over them.

”Oh, please, Mr. Giant, let me out,” said Pinkeen. Sharvan took out the little fellow, who, as soon as he saw he was on the borders of fairyland ran as fast as his legs could carry him, and before he had gone very far he met all the little fairies who, hearing the shouts of the giant, came trooping out from the ferns to see what was the matter. Pinkeen told them it was the giant who was to guard the tree, shouting because he was stuck fast on the borders, and they need have no fear of him. The fairies were so delighted to have Pinkeen back again, that they took him up on their shoulders and carried him to the king's palace, and all the harpers and pipers and fiddlers marched before him playing the most jocund music that was ever heard. The king and queen were on the lawn in front of the palace when the gay procession came up and halted before them. The queen's eyes glistened with pleasure when she saw the little favorite, and the king was also glad at heart, but he looked very grave as he said:

”Why have you returned, sirrah?”

Then Pinkeen told his majesty that he had brought with him a giant who was willing to guard the fairy tree.

”And who is he and where is he?” asked the king.

”The other giants called him Sharvan the Surly,” said Pinkeen, ”and he is stuck fast outside the borders of fairyland.”

”It is well,” said the king, ”you are pardoned.”

When the fairies heard this they tossed their little red caps in the air, and cheered so loudly that a bee who was clinging to a rose-bud fell senseless to the ground.

Then the king ordered one of his pages to take a handful of berries, and to go to Sharvan and show him the way to Dooros Wood. The page, taking the berries with him, went off to Sharvan, whose roaring nearly frightened the poor little fellow to death. But as soon as the giant tasted the berries he got into good humor, and he asked the page if he could remove the spell of enchantment from him.

”I can,” said the page, ”and I will if you promise me that you will not try to cross the borders of fairyland.”

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