He himself was a good fathom in height and his head reached up as far as Henrietta's hips.

He looked up at her with a friendly smile, as if he had merely come there to help her down from her horse.

Then he said to her in Roumanian: "_Noroc bun Domna!_" which means "Good luck to you, my lady!" So even in this perilous situation it occurred to him to say something pleasant.
"The horse took a false step, my lady," said he, "but all's well that ends well.

Prithee, mount upon my shoulder, this bush will not hold fast much longer, it is only a juniper, its roots are weak." Henrietta's heart failed her.

This man surely does not imagine that he will be able to carry her down on his shoulders.
"Come, my lady, don't be afraid, I can easily carry you down.