with all his force, and hit the first giant on the chest.  “This is too much of a good thing!” he yelled, and springing up like a madman, he knocked his companion against the tree till he trembled.  He gave, however, as good as he got, and they became so enraged that they tore up trees and beat each other with them, till they both fell dead at once on the ground.  Then the little tailor jumped down.  “It’s a mercy,” he said, “that they didn’t root up the tree on which I was perched, or I should have had to jump like a squirrel on to another, which, nimble though I am, would have been no easy job.”  He drew his sword and gave each of the giants a very fine thrust or two on the breast, and then went to the horsemen and said:  “The deed is done, I’ve put an end to the two of them; but I assure you it has been no easy matter, for they even tore up trees in their struggle to defend themselves; but all that’s of no use against one who slays seven men at a blow.”  “Weren’t you wounded?” asked the horsemen.

“No fear,” answered the tailor; “they haven’t touched a hair of my head.”  But the horsemen wouldn’t believe him till they rode into the wood and found the giants weltering in their blood, and the trees lying around, torn up by the roots.

The little tailor now demanded the promised reward from the King, but he repented his promise, and pondered once more how he could rid himself of the hero.  “Before you obtain the hand of my daughter and half my kingdom,” he said to him, “you must do another deed of valor.  A unicorn is running about loose in the wood, and doing much mischief; you must first catch it.”  “I’m even less afraid of one unicorn than of two giants; seven at a blow, that’s my motto.”  He took a piece of cord and an axe with him, went out to the wood, and again told the men who had been sent with him to remain outside.  He hadn’t to search long, for the unicorn soon passed by, and, on perceiving the tailor, dashed straight at him as though it were going to spike him on the spot.  “Gently, gently,” said he, “not so fast, my friend”; and standing still he waited till the beast was quite near, when he sprang lightly behind a tree; the unicorn ran with all its force against the tree, and rammed its horn so firmly into the trunk that it had no strength left to pull it out again, and was thus successfully captured.  “Now I’ve caught my bird,” said the tailor, and he came out from behind the tree, placed the cord round its neck first, then struck the horn out of the tree with his axe, and when everything was in order led the beast before the King.

Still the King didn’t want to give him the promised reward and made a third demand.  The tailor was to catch a wild boar for him that did a great deal of harm in the wood; and he might have the huntsmen to help him.  “Willingly,” said the tailor; “that’s mere child’s play.”  But he didn’t take the huntsmen into the wood with him, and they were well enough pleased to remain