On the second morning the giant had again to go out with his goats, so he told the Prince that on that day he was to fetch home his horse, which was out on the mountain-side, and when he had done that he might rest himself for the remainder of the day, ‘for you have come to a kind master, and that you shall find,’ said the giant once more. ‘But do not go into any of the rooms that I spoke of yesterday, or I will wring your head off,’ said he, and then went away with his flock of goats.

‘Yes, indeed, you are a kind master,’ said the Prince; ‘but I will go in and talk to the Master-maid again; perhaps before long she may like better to be mine than yours.’

So he went to her. Then she asked him what he had to do that day.

‘Oh! not very dangerous work, I fancy,’ said the King’s son. ‘I have only to go up the mountain-side after his horse.’

‘Well, how do you mean to set about it?’ asked the Mastermaid.

‘Oh! there is no great art in riding a horse home,’ said the King’s son. ‘I think I must have ridden friskier horses before now.’