When his hands were freed , the giant flung himself upon Petru , hoping to crush him by his weight . But he had met his match . It was not yesterday , nor the day before , that Petru had fought his first battle , and he bore himself bravely . For three days and three nights the battle raged , and sometimes one had the upper hand , and sometimes the other , till at length they both lay struggling on the ground , but Petru was on top , with the point of his sword at the giant 's throat . ` Let me go ! let me go ! ' shrieked he . ' I own that I am beaten ! ' ` Will you take me over the river ? ' asked Petru . ' I will , ' gasped the giant . ` What shall I do to you if you break your word ? ' ` Kill me , any way you like ! But let me live now . ' ` Very well , ' said Petru , and he bound the giant 's left hand to his right foot , tied one handkerchief round his mouth to prevent him crying out , and another round his eyes , and led him to the river . Once they had reached the bank he stretched one leg over to the other side , and , catching up Petru in the palm of his hand , set him down on the further shore . ` That is all right , ' said Petru . Then he played a few notes on his flute , and the giant went to sleep again . Even the fairies who had been bathing a little lower down heard the music and fell asleep among the flowers on the bank . Petru saw them as he passed , and thought , ` If they are so beautiful , why should the Fairy of the Dawn be so ugly ? '
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