turned, 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 humour, 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."

"I promise that, with all my heart," said the giant. "But hurry on, my
little man, for there are pins and needles in my legs."

The page plucked a cowslip, and picking out the five little crimson
spots in the cup of it, he flung one to the north, and one to the
south, and one to the east, and one to the west, and one up into the
sky, and the spell was broken, and the giant's limbs were free. Then
Sharvan and the fairy page set off for Dooros Wood, and it was not
long until they came within view of the fairy tree. When Sharvan saw
the berries glistening in the sun, he gave a shout so loud and strong
that the wind of it blew the little fairy back to fairyland. But he
had to return to the wood to tell the giant that he was to stay all
day at the foot of the tree ready to do battle with anyone who might
come to steal the berries, and that during the night he was to sleep
amongst the branches.

"All right," said the giant, who could scarcely speak, as his mouth
was full of berries.

Well, the fame of the fairy-tree spread far and wide, and every day
some adventurer came to try if he could carry away some of the
berries; but the giant, true to his word, was always on the watch, and
not a single day passed on which he did not fight and slay a daring
champion, and the giant never received a wound, for fire could not
burn him, nor water drown him, nor weapon wound him.

Now, at this time, when Sharvan was