g to it, but the shoe
would not fit any one of them. And the chief adviser said, "Is every
one here that belongs to the house?" "They are all here," said the
king, "except the boy that minds the cows, and I would not like him to
be coming up here."

Jack was below in the yard at the time, and he heard what the king
said, and he was very angry, and he went and got his sword and came
running up the stairs to strike off the king's head, but the man that
kept the gate met him on the stairs before he could get to the king,
and quieted him down, and when he got to the top of the stairs and the
princess saw him, she gave a cry and ran into his arms. And they tried
the shoe and it fitted him, and his hair matched to the piece that had
been cut off. So then they were married, and a great feast was given
for three days and three nights.

And at the end of that time, one morning there came a deer outside the
window, with bells on it, and they ringing. And it called out, "Here is
the hunt, where is the huntsman and the hound?" So when Jack heard that
he got up and took his horse and his hound and went hunting the deer.
When it was in the hollow he was on the hill, and when it was on the
hill he was in the hollow, and that went on all through the day, and
when night fell it went into a wood. And Jack went into the wood after
it, and all he could see was a mud-wall cabin, and he went in, and
there he saw an old woman, about two hundred years old, and she sitting
over the fire. "Did you see a deer pass this way?" says Jack. "I did
not," says she, "but it's too late now for you to be following a deer,
let you stop the night here." "What will I do with my horse and my
hound?" said Jack. "Here are two ribs of hair," says she, "and let you
tie them up with them." So Jack went out and tied up the horse and the
hound, and when he came in again the old woman said, "You killed my
three sons, and I'm going to kill you now," and she put on a pair of
boxing-gloves, each one of them nine stone weight, and the nails in
them fifteen inches long. Then they began to fight, and Jack was
getting the worst of it. "Help, hound!" he cried out, then "Squeeze
hair," cried out the old woman, and the rib of hair that was about the
hound's neck squeezed him to death. "Help, horse!" Jack called out,
then, "Squeeze hair," called out the old woman, and the rib of hair
that was about the horse's neck began to tighten and squeeze him to
death. Then the old woman