This was always at night and in the gloom of the forest.

The hunter would hear a sound like the crash of falling trees, which would be nothing else than the mighty breathings of the giant form of the god on his nocturnal rambles.

Were the hunter timorous he would die outright on seeing the terrific presence of the god; but were he of undaunted heart, and should rush upon him and seize him around the waist, the god was helpless and would grant him anything he wished.

"Ask what you please," the captive deity would say, "and it is yours.

Only fail not to release me before the sun rises.