Then he went away . Poor Ingibjorg lay on the grass in terrible pain , and wondering if she should stay there till she died , as no one would know where to look for her . How long it was since she had set out in the morning she could not tell -- it seemed years to her , of course ; but the sun was still high in the heavens when she heard the sound of wheels , and then , with a great effort , for her throat was parched with fright and pain , she gave a shout . ' I am coming ! ' was the answer ; and in another moment a cart made its way through the trees , driven by Kisa , who used her tail as a whip to urge the horse to go faster . Directly Kisa saw Ingibjorg lying there , she jumped quickly down , and lifting the girl carefully in her two front paws , laid her upon some soft hay , and drove back to her own little hut . In the corner of the room was a pile of cushions , and these Kisa arranged as a bed . Ingibjorg , who by this time was nearly fainting from all she had gone through , drank greedily some milk , and then sank back on the cushions while Kisa fetched some dried herbs from a cupboard , soaked them in warm water and tied them on the bleeding legs . The pain vanished at once , and Ingibjorg looked up and smiled at Kisa . ` You will go to sleep now , ' said the cat , ` and you will not mind if I leave you for a little while . I will lock the door , and no one can hurt you . ' But before she had finished the princess was asleep . Then Kisa got into the cart , which was standing at the door , and catching up the reins , drove straight to the giant 's cave . Leaving her cart behind some trees , Kisa crept gently up to the open door , and , crouching down , listened to what the giant was telling his wife , who was at supper with him . ` The first day that I can spare I shall just go back and kill her , ' he said ; ` it would never do for people in the forest to know that a mere girl can defy me ! ' And he and his wife were so busy calling Ingibjorg all sorts of names for her bad behaviour , that they never noticed Kisa stealing into a dark corner , and upsetting a whole bag of salt into the great pot before the fire . ` Dear me , how thirsty I am ! ' cried the giant by-and-by . ` So am I , ' answered the wife . ' I do wish I had not taken that last spoonful of broth ; I am sure something was wrong with it . '
` If I do n't get some water I shall die , ' went XXXXX the giant .
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