‘Oh! yes, we have a brother,’ said the two, ‘but he never got the golden apple! He never left the cinder-heap on any of the three days.’
‘Never mind that,’ said the King; ‘as everyone else has come to the palace, let him come too.’
So Cinderlad was forced to go to the King’s palace.
‘Hast thou the golden apple?’ asked the King.
“Yes, here is the first, and here is the second, and here is the third, too,’ said Cinderlad, and he took all the three apples out of his pocket, and with that threw off his sooty rags, and appeared there before them in his bright golden armour, which gleamed as he stood.
‘Thou shalt have my daughter, and the half of my kingdom, and thou hast well earned both!’ said the King. So there was a wedding, and Cinderlad got the King’s daughter, and everyone made merry at the wedding, for all of them could make merry, though they could not ride up the glass hill, and if they have not left off their merry-making they must be at it still.[1]
- ↑ Asbjornsen and Möe
