She at once asked the giant in marriage, and obtained the consent of his parents by betraying her father into their hands; explaining to them, however, that he was not good to eat, but might be drunk on the premises.

The marriage proved a very happy one, but the household duties of the bride were extremely irksome.  It fatigued her to dress the beeves for dinner; it nearly broke her back to black her lord’s boots without any scaffolding.  It took her all day to perform any kindly little office for him.  But she bore it all uncomplainingly, until one morning he asked her to part his back hair; then the bent sapling of her spirit flew up and hit him in the face.  She gathered up some French novels, and retired to a lonely tower to breathe out her soul in unavailing regrets.

One day she saw below her in the forest a dear gazelle, gladding her with its soft black eye.  She leaned out of the window, and said Scat! The animal did not move.  Then she waved her arms—­above described—­and said Shew! This time he did not move as much as he did before.  Simprella decided he must have a bill against her; so she closed her shutters, drew down the blind, and pinned the curtains together.  A moment later she opened them and peeped out.  Then she went down to examine his collar, that she might order one like it.

When the gazelle saw Simprella approach, he arose, and, beckoning with his tail, made off slowly into the wood.  Then Simprella perceived this was a supernatural gazelle—­a variety now extinct, but which then pervaded the Schwarzwald in considerable quantity—­sent by some good magician, who owed the giant a grudge, to pilot her out of the forest.  Nothing could exceed her joy at this discovery:  she whistled a dirge, sang a Latin hymn, and preached a funeral discourse all in one breath.  Such were the artless methods by which the full heart in the fifteenth century was compelled to express its gratitute for benefits; the advertising columns of the daily papers were not then open to the benefactor’s pen.

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All would now have been well, but for the fact that it was not.  In following her deliverer, Simprella observed that his golden collar was inscribed with the mystic words—­HANDS OFF!  She tried hard to obey the injunction; she did her level best; she—­but why amplify?  Simprella was a woman.

No sooner had her fingers touched the slender chain depending from the magic collar, than the poor animal’s eyes emitted twin tears, which coursed silently but firmly down his nose, vacating it more in sorrow than in anger.  Then he looked up reproachfully into her face.  Those were his first tears—­this was his last look.  In two minutes by the watch he was blind as a mole!

There is but little more to tell.  The giant ate himself to death; the castle mouldered and crumbled into pig-pens; empires rose and fell; kings ascended their thrones, and got down again; mountains grew grey, and rivers bald-headed; suits in chancery were brought and decided, and those from the tailor were paid for; the ages came, like maiden aunts, uninvited, and lingered till they became a bore—­and still Simprella, with the magician’s curse upon her, conducted her sightless guide through the interminable wilderness!