 Don't you know? I thought the owls had told you. They're giants. But the king told me long ago, that time I was with him at sea, that he'd jolly well beaten those giants in a war and made them pay him tribute. That's true enough. They're at peace with us, all right. As long as we stay on our own side of the shrivel, they won't do us any harm. Over on their side, on the moor...