‘You may smoke three,’ answered the King. ‘But don’t imagine that I will therefore grant you your life.’
Then the Soldier drew out his pipe, and lighted it at the Blue Light.
As soon as a few rings of smoke arose, the Little Man appeared with a little cudgel in his hand, and said: ‘What is my Master’s command?’
‘Strike the false Judge and his minions to the ground, and do not spare the King either for all his cruelty to me.’
Then the Little Man flew about like lightning, zig-zag, hither and thither, and whomever he touched with his cudgel fell to the ground, and dared not move.
The King was now seized with alarm, and, begging on his knees that his life might be spared, he rendered up his kingdom and gave his Daughter to the Soldier to be his wife.
