"have you any entertainment for a benighted
traveller that has lost his way?"

"Yes," said the old man, "if thou wilt accept of such as my poor cottage
affords, thou shalt be welcome."

Jack returned him thanks; they sat together, and the old man began to
discourse as follows. "Son, I am sensible thou art the great conqueror
of Giants, and it is in thy power to free this place; for, there is an
enchanted castle, kept by a monstrous Giant, named Galligantus, who, by
the help of a conjuror, betrays knights and ladies into this strong
castle, where, by magic art, they are transformed into sundry shapes;
but above all, I lament the misfortune of a Duke's daughter, whom they
fetched from her father's garden, carrying her through the air in a
chariot drawn by fiery dragons. She was immediately transformed into
the shape of a White Hind. Many knights have endeavoured to break the
enchantment for her deliverance, yet none could accomplish it, by reason
of two Griffins, who are at the entrance of the castle gate, who
destroys them as they see them; but you, being furnished with an
invisible Coat, may pass them undiscovered; where, on the gates of the
castle, you will find engraven in characters, the means by which the
enchantment may be broken."

Jack gave him his hand, with a promise that in the morning he would
break the enchantment, and free the lady.

Having refreshed themselves with a morsel of meat, they lay down to
rest. In the morning Jack arose, and put on his invisible Coat, his Cap
of knowledge, and Shoes of swiftness, and so prepared himself for the
dangerous enterprise.

Now, when he had ascended the mountain, he discovered the two fiery
Griffins. He passed between them, for they could not see him by reason
of his invisible Coat. When he had got beyond them, he found upon the
gate a golden trumpet, hung in a chain of fine silver, under which were
engraven:--

_Whoever shall this trumpet blow,
Shall soon the Giant overthrow.
And break the black enchantment straight,
So all shall be in happy state._

Jack had no sooner read this inscription than he blew the trumpet, at
which the foundation of the castle trembled, and the Giant, with the
Conjuror, were tearing their hair, knowing their wicked reign was at an
end. At which time the Giant was stooping to take up his club, Jack, by
one blow with his Sword of sharpness, cut off his head. The Conjuror
mounted into the air, and was carried away by a whirlw