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set them on the table in front of her, and instantly the cock and the hen began to fight with each other for the golden apple.
‘Oh! look how those two there are fighting for the golden apple,’ said the King’s son.
‘Yes, and so did we two fight to get out that time when we were in the mountain,’ said the Master-maid.
So the Prince knew her again, and you may imagine how delighted he was. He ordered the troll-witch who had rolled the apple to him to be torn in pieces between four-and-twenty horses, so that not a bit of her was left, and then for the first time they began really to keep the wedding, and, weary as they were, the sheriff, the attorney, and the bailiff kept it up too.[1]
- ↑ Asbjornsen and Möe.
