butting, for, for the whole of the
night the giant had to remain there; and probably he would have been there
for the rest of his life, had not the Lord of Pengerswick thought he would
like to have some more fun with him.

Early in the morning the Enchanter mounted his horse and rode down to the
Cove to have a look at Master Cormoran, and to give him a piece of his
mind before he removed the spell and let him go, and a piece of something
else as well! Cormoran quaked when he saw the old lord coming, for he
looked every bit as angry as he really was, and first he lashed the giant
with his tongue, and then he lashed him with his whip, and he flogged him
and flogged him until in his agony Cormoran kicked and struggled so hard
that he broke away from the rock and leaped right into the sea.

This was the way the Enchanter removed the spell!

Once free from that terrible rock, Cormoran soon reached home, but the
lesson he had had was one that he never forgot, and he never troubled that
part of the country again, so the people all around had good cause to
thank the Lord of Pengerswick. Poor Cornelian, his wife, had a sad time
of it, though, for so sore was the giant from his beating, and so angry
and mortified, that his temper became something worse than ever.
Indeed, I cannot find words to describe it.

Poor Cornelian herself was very kind and good-tempered, and a very
hard-working giantess, and she was very much to be pitied for having such
a disagreeable, grumpy old husband. Cornelian, though, had one great
fault, and that was that she was very, very inquisitive. I do not know
that she ever did any harm to anyone but herself by it. It brought about
her own death, though, in a very dreadful manner. And this was how it
was.

Cormoran and the Trecrobben Hill giant were very friendly and neighbourly
one with the other, and they used to borrow and lend to each other any
little thing they happened to want, just as ordinary people do who are on
very good terms with one another.

One day Cormoran was wanting the cobbling-hammer to mend his boots,
but the hammer was up at Trecrobben's,--they only had one between them.
So he went out and shouted, "Halloa, up there! Hi! Trecrobben, throw us
down the cobblen hammer, wust-a?" They always threw across to each other
what they wanted.

"To be sure," called back Trecrobben; "here, look out and catch un!"

Hearing a lot of noise and shouting, Cornelian must needs bustle out