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“O, there he is!” said she. “Now I will wake him up, and hurry him away.” But just at that moment, as she was going to give the sleeper a gentle shake, she happened to perceive the yellow boots sticking out from under the sheet.

“O dear!” said she in a low voice, “if he hasn’t gone to bed with his boots on! And if I wake him, he will jump right down on the floor, and make a great noise, and we shall be found out.”

So she went to the foot of the bed, and pulled off the boots very gently.

“White stockings!” said she. “What does this mean? I know the Prince wore green stockings, for I took particular notice how well they looked with his yellow boots. There must be something wrong, I declare! Let me run to the other end of the bed, and see how it is there. O my! O my!” cried she, turning down the sheet. “A woman’s head! Wrong both ways! O what shall I do?”

Letting the sheet drop, she accidentally touched the head, which immediately rolled off on to the floor.

“Loose! Loose!! Loose!!!” she screamed in bitter agony, clasping her hands above her head. “What shall I ever do? O misery! misery me! Some demon has changed him, all but his boots. O Despair! Despair!”

And, without knowing what she did, she rushed frantically out of the room, and along the dark passage, and popped right down through the open trap.

“What’s up?” said the Giant, putting his face to the window. “What’s all this noise about?”

“O I don’t know,” said Ting-a-ling, almost crying, “but somebody’s head is off; and it’s a lady–all but the boots–and the Princess has run away! O dear! O dear!”

“Come now!” said Tur-il-i-ra, “Ting-a-ling, get into my pocket. I must see into this myself, for I can’t be waiting here all night, you know.”

So the Giant, still standing on the barn, lifted off the roof of the tower, and threw it to some distance. He then, by the moonlight, examined the upper story, but, finding no Prince or Princess, brushed down the walls until he came to the floor, and, taking it up, he looked carefully over the next story. This he continued, until he had torn down the whole tower, and found no one but servants and guards, who ran away in all directions, like ants when you destroy their hills. He then kicked down all those walls which connected the tower with the rest of the palace, and, when it was all level with the ground, he happened to notice, almost at his feet, a circular opening like an entrance to a vault, from which arose a very pleasant smell as of something good to eat. Stooping down to see what it was that caused this agreeable perfume, he perceived that at the distance of a few yards the aperture terminated in a huge yellow substance, in which, upon a closer inspection, he saw four feet sticking up–two with slippers, and two with green stockings.

“Why, this is strange!” said he, and, stooping down, he felt the substance, and found it was quite soft and yielding. He then loosened it by passing his hand around it, and directly lifted it out almost entire.

“By the beard of the Prophet!” he cried, “but this is a cheese!” and, turning it over, he saw on the other side two heads, one with short black hair, and the other covered with beautiful brown curls.

“Why, here they are! As I’m a living Giant! these must be the Prince and Princess, stowed away in a cheese!” And he laughed until the very hills cracked.

When he got a little over his merriment, he asked the imprisoned couple how they got there, and if they felt comfortable. They replied that they had fallen down a trap, and had gone nearly through this cheese, where they had stuck fast, and that was all they had known about it; and if the blood did not run down into their heads so, they would be pretty comfortable, thank him–which last remark the Giant accounted for by the fact, that, when lovers are near each other, they do not generally pay much attention to surrounding circumstances.