The Monkees quietly walked into the cave, climbing over rocks and trying not to make any noise. Micky's torch dispelled some of the darkness, and they could see that the cave was quite large and seemed to go back into the mountain for hundreds of yards. It was a perfect place for a giant to live.
In the quiet, the guys could hear a rumbling noise.
"What was that?" Mike whispered, but it sounded loud in the cave.
"My stomach." Davy replied.
"How are we gonna lure this giant out into the open?" Micky asked.
"Do you want to?" Peter asked.
"No, but Ivor will kill us if we don't do it." Micky replied.
The rumbling noise was heard again, louder this time.
"That wasn't my stomach this time." Davy said.
"I think I see something up ahead." Mike told the others.
Indeed, it seemed to be some sort of light up ahead. As they grew closer, the guys could see it was a campfire with a large cooking pot hanging above it.
"I think this is the place." Micky whispered.
Suddenly a shadow appeared on the wall in front of them, a very large shadow...
"That's not my shadow." Mike stated.
"Not mine, either." Peter said.
"On the count of three, turn around." Davy whispered to his friends.
"Can you make it four?" Micky whispered back.
Davy nodded and said, "One, two, three...four!"
The Monkees spun around and looked up...but nothing was there, just the empty cave.
"What's going on?" Mike asked.
"Down here." Said a voice.
The Monkees looked down and saw an old man, not much taller than Davy, standing about ten feet in front of them. He was holding a torch in his hand and had a long white beard. The man's clothing was a simple robe of rough cloth. Though he was old, the man's eyes still sparkled as he stood erect and looked at his visitors.
"Welcome to my cave." The man said.
"Are...are you Beli?" Peter asked. "Beli the giant?"
"No, my name is Jotun." The man chuckled, "And as you can see I am no giant. When I first came upon this cave, I found the remains of someone who was very large, but there are no giants here now."
The Monkees breathed a sigh of relief.
"That's good." Davy said.
"Yeah, but Ivor's gonna be mad if he finds out there's no giant in here." Mike replied.
"Is that the name of the Viking leader?" Jotun asked.
"Yeah, how did you know there were Vikings with us?" Micky asked.
"I watched you as you climbed the mountain to get here. There are other ways to get out of this cave. This isn't the first time Vikings have come here looking to kill Beli." Jotun replied, "But due to the acoustics of this cave I have been able to scare them away, but this Ivor seems to be more devious, sending others in to act as bait." He shook his head, "Another reason why I am glad I gave up on this world and became a hermit."
"Yeah, you had us fooled." Peter admitted. "This place would be great to have a concert."
"What are your names?" Jotun asked.
"I'm Davy, and this is Peter, Mike and Micky." Davy said.
"I am pleased to meet you." Jotun replied. "Now we must hatch a plan to get rid of Ivor and his men before he kills us all."
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