I was almost ashamed that I was alive, when they, the true-hearted, were no more.

And yet I breathed freer to think that I had gone through the trial, and had not failed.

And perhaps I may be forgiven, if some feelings of pride arose in my bosom, when I looked down on the mighty form that lay dead by my hand.
"After all, however," I said to myself, and my heart sank, "it was only skill.

Your giant was but a blunderer." I left the bodies of friends and foes, peaceful enough when the death-fight was over, and, hastening to the country below, roused the peasants.

They came with shouting and gladness, bringing waggons to carry the bodies.