the savoury dishes they were carrying away from the feast, and these she put into her pots to take home with her.
All at once the King’s son came in. He was dressed in silk and velvet, and he had a golden chain round his neck.
When he saw the beautiful Woman standing at the door, he seized her by the hand, and wanted to dance with her.
But she shrank and refused, because she saw that it was King Thrushbeard, who had been one of the suitors for her hand, and whom she had most scornfully driven away.
Her resistance was no use, and he dragged her into the hall. The string by which her pockets were suspended broke. Down fell the pots, and the soup and savoury morsels were spilt all over the floor.
When the guests saw it, they burst into shouts of mocking laughter.
She was so ashamed, that she would gladly have sunk into the earth. She rushed to the door, and tried to escape, but on the stairs a Man stopped her and brought her back.
When she looked at him, it was no other than King Thrushbeard again.
He spoke kindly to her, and said: ‘Do not be afraid. I and the Beggar-Man, who lived in the poor little hovel with you, are one and the same. For love of you I disguised myself; and I was also the Hussar who rode among your pots. All this I did to bend your proud spirit, and to punish you for the haughtiness with which you mocked me.’
She wept bitterly, and said: ‘I was very wicked, and I am not worthy to be your wife.’
But he said: ‘Be happy! Those evil days are over. Now we will celebrate our true wedding.’
The waiting-women came and put rich clothing upon her, and her Father, with all his Court, came and wished her joy on her marriage with King Thrushbeard.
Then, in truth, her happiness began. I wish we had been there to see it, you and I.
