Stranica 36 [36]
LABOULAY E’S FÁAÁIRY BOOK
“Thank you, master,” said Yvon. “It is very good of
you; but I see from your face that you are laughing at me."
III
The next morning the giant went out without giving
Yvon any orders, which troubled Finette. At noon he
returned without his flock, complaining of the heat and
fatigue, and said to the young girl:
“You will find a child, my servant, at the door. Cut
his throat, put him into the great pot to boil, and call
me when the broth is ready." Saying this, he stretched
himself on the bed to take a nap, and was soon snor¬
ing so loudly that it seemed like thunder shaking the
mountains.
Finette prepared a log of wood, took a large knife, and
called Yvon. She pricked his little finger; three drops of
blood fell on the log.
“That is enough,” said Finette; “now help me to fill
the pot.”
They threw into it all that they could find—old clothes,
old shoes, old carpets, and everything else. Finette then
took Yvon by the hand and led him through the three
antechambers, where she ran in a mold three bullets of
gold, two bullets of silver, and one bullet of copper, after
which they quitted the house and ran toward the sea.
““On—the Kerver!”’ cried Yvon, as soon as he saw himself
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