Above it rose the same face--his face--only, as I have said, larger and fiercer.

I was bewildered.

I could not help feeling some admiration of him, but it was mingled with a dim conviction that he was evil, and that I ought to fight with him.
"Let me pass," I said.
"When I will," he replied.
Something within me said: "Spear in rest, and ride at him! else thou art for ever a slave." I tried, but my arm trembled so much, that I could not couch my lance.
To tell the truth, I, who had overcome the giant, shook like a coward before this knight.

He gave a scornful laugh, that echoed through the wood, turned his horse, and said, without looking round, "Follow me." I obeyed, abashed and stupefied.

How long he led, and how long I followed, I cannot tell.