It had suddenly disappeared, and in its place stood a beautiful Fairy with filmy wings, which shone like rainbows in the moonlight.
"Prince Ethelried," she said in a voice that was like a crystal bell's for sweetness, "dost thou not know that thou art in the domain of a frightful Ogre?
It was he who changed me into the form of a wild beast, and set the snare to capture me.

But for thy fearlessness and faithful perseverance in the task which thou didst in pity undertake, I must have perished at dawn." At this moment there was a distant rumbling as of thunder.

"'Tis the Ogre!" cried the Fairy.

"We must hasten." Seizing the scissors that lay on the ground where Ethelried had dropped them, she opened and shut them several times, exclaiming: "Scissors, grow a giant's height And save us from the Ogre's might!" Immediately they grew to an enormous size, and, with blades extended, shot through the tangled thicket ahead of them, cutting down everything that stood in their way,--bushes, stumps, trees, vines; nothing could stand before the fierce onslaught of those mighty blades.
The Fairy darted down the path thus opened up, and Ethelried followed as fast as he could, for the horrible roaring was rapidly coming nearer.

At last they reached a wide chasm that bounded the Ogre's domain.