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Updated: May 8, 2025
Now Geirald was the son of a rich man, who was proud of the boy, and had all his life allowed him to do whatever he fancied, and, luckily for the father, he was prudent and sensible, and did not waste money, as many other rich young men might have done.
Little did he guess that Geirald had done all he could to persuade Rosald to steal secretly out of the castle during the night, 'for, said he, 'I don't believe they are pages at all, but well-proved knights, and how can we, so young and untried, stand up against them?
The final tourney should be fought; Geirald and Rosald should meet singly two knights of the king's court, and he who could unhorse his foe should be master of herself and of her kingdom. The combat was fixed to take place at ten o'clock the following day.
In the confusion that followed it was easy for Rosald to slip away and return Geirald his proper clothes. And in these, torn and dusty with the fight, Geirald answered the king's summons to come before him. 'You have done what I expected you to do, said he, 'and now, choose your reward.
But the king would only grant them leave to stop on condition that, before the winter was ended, they should give him some fresh proof of the courage of which he had heard so much. Rosald's heart was glad at the king's message, and as for Geirald, he felt that as long as Rosald was there all would go well.
And many years after a poor beggar knocked at the palace gates and asked for money, for the sake of days gone by and this was Geirald. Habogi Once upon a time there lived two peasants who had three daughters, and, as generally happens, the youngest was the most beautiful and the best tempered, and when her sisters wanted to go out she was always ready to stay at home and do their work.
'Oh, if that is your only difficulty, it is all right, cried Geirald. 'My father has more money than he knows what to do with, and he will give me as much as I want for both of us; only, there is one thing you must promise me, Rosald, that, supposing we have any adventures, you will let the honour and glory of them fall to me.
And placing the giant's head in a leathern wallet which was slung over his back, they began their journey to the castle. As they drew near the gates, Rosald took the head from the wallet and handed it to Geirald, whom he followed into the king's presence. 'The giant will trouble you no more, said Geirald, holding out the head.
All night long Geirald walked about his room, not daring to face the fight that lay in front of him, and trying with all his might to discover some means of escaping it. All night long he moved restlessly from door to window; and when the trumpets sounded, and the combatants rode into the field, he alone was missing.
'How can we possibly fight against a giant that has killed fifty knights? cried Geirald, when they were outside the castle. 'The king only wants to get rid of us! He won't think about us for the next three days that is one comfort so we shall have plenty of time to cross the borders of the kingdom and be out of his reach.
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