To him who could bring her back to her father's castle should be given the throne and kingdom, as well as the Princess herself.
So from far and near, indeed from almost every country under the sun, came knights and princes to fight the Ogre.

One by one their brave heads were cut off and stuck on poles along the moat that surrounded the castle.
Still the beautiful Princess languished in her prison.

Every night at sunset she was taken up to the roof for a glimpse of the sky, and told to bid good-by to the sun, for the next morning would surely be her last.

Then she would wring her lily-white hands and wave a sad farewell to her home, lying far to the westward.

When the knights saw this they would rush down to the chasm and sound a challenge to the Ogre.
They were brave men, and they would not have feared to meet the fiercest wild beasts, but many shrunk back when the Ogre came rushing out.