It will fit you, for you and he were of a bigness.

No sword can cut through these links, were it steel of Damascus forged for a Sultan.

No spear-thrust can pierce it, though I leave you to avenge the bruise.

Yet it will lie soft as silk, concealed and unsuspected under the rags of a beggar or the robes of a king.

The cap will turn the edge of an axe, even when swung by a giant's hand, yet it will fit into the lining of a Spanish hat or velvet bonnet.