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Arthur knew that he could not win a fight against such a giant, and as it was his right to set the time for the battle, he called on Rhitta to meet him at night. The giant had never left his cave at night, and when they met lightning flashed across the sky.
Rhitta had never seen lightning, and he cowered. “What was that?”
“Oh don’t worry, that’s just the sparks as my soldiers sharpen their swords!” laughed Arthur.
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The thunder boomed, and Rhitta bit his fingers in fear.
“Now they’re singing,” shouted Arthur “They love to sing before a good fight.”
Rhitta was shaking so much that he asked Arthur if they might call a truce. Arthur agreed, but only on terms that the giant cut off his own beard and sat in the moonlight stitching it into the gap in his cloak, while Arthur watched. From that day the giant never attacked another. |
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