In his wanderings he came to the home of a great giant whose house was already full of men he had conquered in battle, and he called up from outside:
"Is the master of the house at home? If he is, let him come out and fight."
This threw the giant into a rage, and seizing his shield and his spear, the shaft of which was the trunk of a tree, he sprang to the door and leaped to the ground, not waiting to go down the notched pole that served for steps. He looked around for his antagonist, and seeing only the widow's son he roared:
"Where is the man that wants to fight? That thing? It is only a fly!"
The boy did not stop to answer, but rushed at the giant with his knife; and for three days and nights they struggled, till the giant fell, wounded at the waist.
After that the widow's son stopped only long enough to burn the giant's house, and then rushed on looking for someone else to slay. Suddenly he again heard the voice which had bade him fight with the seven
