The tradespeople came again the next day, and they were working until night, and as they were going home the tailor told them to put up the big stone on the top of the work, as it had been the night before.  They did that for him, went home, and the tailor went in hiding the same as he did the evening before.

When the people had all gone to rest, the two giants came, and they were throwing down all that was before them, and as soon as they began, they put two shouts out of them.  The tailor was going on manoeuvring until he threw down the great stone, and it fell upon the skull of the giant that was under him, and it killed him.  There was only the one giant left in it then, and he never came again until the court was finished.

Then when the work was over, the tailor went to the king and told him to give him his wife and his money, as he had the court finished; and the king said he would not give him any wife until he would kill the other giant, for he said that it was not by his strength he killed the two giants before that, and that he would give him nothing now until he killed the other one for him.  Then the tailor said that he would kill the other giant for him, and welcome; that there was no delay at all about that.

The tailor went then till he came to the place where the other giant was, and asked did he want a servant-boy.  The giant said he did want one, if he could get one who would do everything that he would do himself.

“Anything that you will do, I will do it,” said the tailor.

They went to their dinner then, and when they had it eaten, the giant asked the tailor “would it come with him to swallow as much broth as himself, up out of its boiling.”  The tailor said, “It will come with me to do that, but that you must give me an hour before we begin on it.”  The tailor went out then, and he got a sheep-skin, and he sewed it up till he made a bag of it, and he slipped it down under his coat.  He came in then and said to the giant to drink a gallon of the broth himself first.  The giant drank that up out of its boiling.  “I’ll do that,” said the tailor.  He was going on until he had it all poured into the skin, and the giant thought he had it drunk.  The giant drank another gallon then, and the tailor let another gallon down into the skin, but the giant thought he was drinking it.

“I’ll do a thing now that it won’t come with you to do,” said the tailor.

“You will not,” said the giant.  “What is it you would do?”

“Make a hole and let out the broth again,” said the tailor.

“Do it yourself first,” said the giant.

The tailor gave a prod of the knife, and he let the broth out of the skin.

“Do that you,” said he.

“I will,” said the giant, giving such a prod of the knife into his own stomach that he killed himself.  That is the way the tailor killed the third giant.

He went to the king then, and desired him to send him out his wife and his money, for that he would throw down the court again unless he should get the wife.  They were afraid then that he would throw down the court, and they sent the wife to him.