The next time Sigurd glanced round , the giant was so near that he almost touched Gullfaxi 's tail . In an agony of fear Sigurd turned quickly in his saddle and hit the stone with the stick . No sooner had he done this than a terrible hailstorm burst behind , and the giant was killed on the spot . But had Sigurd struck the stone without turning round , the hail would have driven right into his face and killed him instead . After the giant was dead Sigurd rode on towards his own home , and on the way he suddenly met his stepmother 's little dog , running to meet him , with tears pouring down its face . He galloped on as hard as he could , and on arriving found nine men-servants in the act of tying Queen Ingiborg to a post in the courtyard of the palace , where they intended to burn her . Wild with anger Prince Sigurd sprang from his horse and , sword in hand , fell on the men and killed them all . Then he released his stepmother , and went in with her to see his father . The king lay in bed sick with sorrow , and neither eating nor drinking , for he thought that his son had been killed by the queen . He could hardly believe his own eyes for joy when he saw the prince , and Sigurd told him all his adventures . After that Prince Sigurd rode back to fetch Helga , and a great feast was made which lasted three days ; and every one said no bride was ever seen so beautiful as Helga , and they lived happily for many , many years , and everybody loved them . -LSB- From Islandische Mahrchen . -RSB- The Story Of The Sham Prince , Or The Ambitious Tailor Once upon a time there lived a respectable young tailor called Labakan , who worked for a clever master in Alexandria . No one could call Labakan either stupid or lazy , for he could work extremely well and quickly -- when he chose ; but there was something not altogether right about him . Sometimes he would stitch away as fast as if he had a red-hot needle and a burning thread , and at other times he would sit lost in thought , and with such a queer look about him that his fellow-workmen used to say , ` Labakan has got on his aristocratic face today . ' On Fridays he would put on his fine robe which he had bought with the money he had managed to save up , and go to the mosque . As he came back , after prayers , if he met any friend who said ` Good-day , ' or ` How are you , friend Labakan ? ' he would wave his hand graciously or nod in a condescending way ; and if his master happened to say to him , as he sometimes did , ` Really , Labakan , you look like a prince , ' he was delighted , and would answer , ` Have you noticed it too ? ' or ` Well , so I have long thought . ' Things went on like this for some time , and the master put up with Labakan 's absurdities because he was , on the whole , a good fellow and a clever workman .
One day , the sultan 's brother happened XXXXX be passing through Alexandria , and wanted to have one of his state robes altered , so he sent for the master tailor , who handed the robe over to Labakan as his best workman .
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