‘Do not cry,' said the ogre; ‘perhaps a raven has dropped some
scraps from his claws.'

‘Ah, yes, I was forgetting,' answered she. ‘One did drop some
bones about.'

‘Well, burn them to powder,' replied the ogre, ‘so that I may
swallow it.'

So the maiden took some bones and burned them, and gave them to
the ogre, saying, ‘ Here is the powder, swallow it.'

And when he had swallowed the powder the ogre stretched himself
out and went to sleep.

In a little while the man's flesh, which the maiden was cooking
for the ogre's supper, called out and said:

‘Hist! Hist!
A man lies in the kist! ‘

And the lamb's flesh answered:

‘He is your brother,
And cousin of the other.'

The ogre moved sleepily, and asked, ‘What did the meat say,
Dschemila?'

‘Only that I must be sure to add salt.'