The Fairy darted down the path thus opened up, and Ethelried followed as
fast as he could, for the horrible roaring was rapidly coming nearer. At
last they reached a wide chasm that bounded the Ogre's domain. Once
across that, they would be out of his power, but it seemed impossible to
cross. Again the Fairy touched the scissors, saying:
"Giant scissors, bridge the path,
And save us from the Ogre's wrath."
Again the scissors grew longer and longer, until they lay across the
chasm like a shining bridge. Ethelried hurried across after the Fairy,
trembling and dizzy, for the Ogre was now almost upon them. As soon as
they were safe on the other side, the Fairy blew upon the scissors, and,
presto, they became shorter and shorter until they were only the length
of an ordinary sword.
"Here," she said, giving them into his hands; "because thou wast
persevering and fearless in setting me free, these shall win for thee
thy heart's desire. But remember that thou canst not keep them sharp and
shining, unless they are used at least once each day in some
unselfish service."
Before he could thank her she had vanished, and he was left in the
forest alone. He could see the Ogre standing powerless to hurt him, on
the other side of the chasm, and gnashing his teeth, each one of which
was as big as a millston.
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