‘I am so tired,’ he said; ‘I cannot go any further.’
The Witch said: ‘Who are you, countryman, and what do you want?’
He answered: ‘I am a messenger from the King. He sent me to find the rarest salad which grows under the sun. I have been lucky enough to find it, and I carry it with me. But the sun is so burning, that I am afraid the tender plant will be withered, and I don’t know if I shall be able to take it any further.’
When the Old Witch heard about the rare salad, she felt a great desire to have some, and said: ‘Good countryman, let me try the wonderful salad!’
‘By all means,’ he answered. ‘I have two heads with me, and you shall have one.’ So saying, he opened his sack, and handed her the bad one.
The Witch had no suspicions, and her mouth so watered for the new dish, that she went to the kitchen herself to prepare it.
When it was ready, she could not wait till it was put upon the table, but put a few leaves into her mouth at once.
Hardly had she swallowed them, when she lost her human shape, and ran out into the courtyard, as an old she-ass.
Then the Maid came into the kitchen, saw the salad standing ready, and was about to put it on the table. But on the way the fancy seized her to taste it, according to her usual habit, and she ate a few leaves.
The power of the salad at once became apparent, because she also turned into an ass, and ran out into the yard to join the Old Witch, while the dish of salad fell to the ground.
In the meantime the messenger was sitting with the beautiful Maiden, and as no one appeared with the salad, she also was seized with a desire to taste it, and said: ‘I don’t know what has become of the salad.’
But the Huntsman thought: ‘The plant must have done its work,’ and said: ‘I will go into the kitchen and see.’
