They dared not meet in single combat, this monster with the gnashing teeth, each one of which was as big as a millston.
Among those who drew back were Ethelried's brothers (the three that were dark and the three that were fair).

They would not acknowledge their fear.

They said, "We are only waiting to lay some wily plan to capture the Ogre." [Illustration: THE PRINCESS.] After several days Ethelried reached the place on foot.

"See him," laughed one of the brothers that was dark to one that was fair.

"He comes afoot; no prancing steed, no waving plumes, no trusty sword; little and lorn, he is not fit to be called a brother to princes." But Ethelried heeded not their taunts.