Giant With The Three Golden Hairs

The luck-child smiled back at the King just as broadly. "Why dear father - may I call you dad? I was rowed across a river, and all this gold lies on the opposite shore like grains of sand."

The King didn't wait to hear more. He pushed the young man down and leapt on his horse. He rode through a town where people were drinking wine, and a town where people were watching golden blossoms on a tree, until he came to the river.