'Who hath dared to wound thee?' cried the
Giant; 'tell me, that I may take my big sword and slay him.'
'Nay!' answered the child; 'but these are
the wounds of Love.'
'Who art thou?' said the Giant, and a
strange awe fell on him, and he knelt before the little child.
And the child smiled on the Giant, and
said to him, 'You let me play once in your garden, to-day you shall come with
me to my garden, which is Paradise.'
And when the children ran in that
afternoon, they found the Giant lying dead under the tree, all covered with
white blossoms.
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