“Taste and try,” says Molly Whuppie, laughing, and was over the Bridge of a Single Hair before you could say knife.  And, after all, it was not a giant’s house but a King’s castle.  Now it so happened that the very giant whom Molly had tricked was the terror of the whole country-side, and it was to gain safety from him that the drawbridge was kept up, and the Bridge of a Single Hair had been made.  So when the sentry heard Molly Whuppie’s tale, he took her to the King and said: 

“My lord!  Here is a girlie who has tricked the giant!”

Then the King when he had heard the story said, “You are a clever girl, Molly Whuppie, and you managed very well; but if you could manage still better and steal the giant’s sword, in which part of his strength lies, I will give your eldest sister in marriage to my eldest son.”

Well!  Molly Whuppie thought this would be a very good downsitting for her sister, so she said she would try.

So that evening, all alone, she ran across the Bridge of One Hair, and ran and ran till she came to the giant’s house.  The sun was just setting, and shone on it so beautifully that Molly Whuppie thought it looked like a castle in Spain, and could hardly believe that such a dreadful, double-faced giant lived within.  However, she knew he did; so she slipped into the house unbeknownst, stole up to the giant’s room, and crept in behind the bed.  By and by the giant came home, ate a huge supper, and came crashing up the stairs to his bed.  But Molly kept very still and held her breath.  So after a time he fell asleep, and soon he began to snore.  Then Molly crept out from under the bed, ever so softly, and crept up the bed-clothes, and crept past his great snoring face, and laid hold of the sword that hung above it.  But alas! as she jumped from the bed in a hurry, the sword rattled in the scabbard.  The noise woke the giant, and up he jumped and ran after Molly, who ran as she had never run before, carrying the sword over her shoulder.  And he ran, and she ran, and they both ran, until they came to the Bridge of One Hair.  Then she fled over it light-footed, balancing the sword, but he couldn’t.  So he stopped, foaming at the mouth with rage, and called after her: 

“Woe worth you, Molly Whuppie!  Never you dare to come again!”

And she, turning her head about as she sped over the One Hair Bridge, laughed lightly: 

“Twice yet, gaffer, will I come to the Castle in Spain!”

So Molly gave the sword to the King, and, as he had promised, his eldest son wedded her eldest sister.

But after the marriage festivities were over the King says again to Molly Whuppie: 

“You’re a main clever girl, Molly, and you have managed very well, but if you could manage still better and steal the giant’s purse, in which part of his strength lies, I will marry my second son to your second sister.  But you need to be careful, for the giant sleeps with the purse under his pillow!”