


          So the Master of Clubs rode out of the City of Here until he came 
     to the giant, who was now dressed much like the Master of Clubs. 
          The giant bellowed, "No one shall pass without fighting me. 
     Choose any weapon you like, and I will more than match you!" 
          "I choose clubs," growled the brawny warrior, dropping down from 
     his horse. 
          But, just as the warrior lifted his club, a club even bigger 
     appeared in the giant's hand. WHOMP WHOMP WHOMP went the giant, and 
     the Master of Clubs was only half as tall as before. 
          The flattened warrior dropped his weapon, jumped on his horse, 
     and raced back to the King. 
          When Peddler Polly heard his story, she said, "Fancy that! When 
     one of the King's own warriors can't deal with a little giant, what's 
     this kingdom come to?" 
          "Don't concern yourself, madam," said the King, shifting his 
     crown a little to the left. "Guards, summon the Master of Swords!" 




