Once across that, they would be out of his power, but it seemed impossible to cross.

Again the Fairy touched the scissors, saying: "Giant scissors, bridge the path, And save us from the Ogre's wrath." Again the scissors grew longer and longer, until they lay across the chasm like a shining bridge.

Ethelried hurried across after the Fairy, trembling and dizzy, for the Ogre was now almost upon them.

As soon as they were safe on the other side, the Fairy blew upon the scissors, and, presto, they became shorter and shorter until they were only the length of an ordinary sword.
"Here," she said, giving them into his hands; "because thou wast persevering and fearless in setting me free, these shall win for thee thy heart's desire.

But remember that thou canst not keep them sharp and shining, unless they are used at least once each day in some unselfish service." Before he could thank her she had vanished, and he was left in the forest alone.