"This beggar's wife was long-fingered last time; we may as well just see if she hasn't carried anything off."
So he began to thrust his hands into her pockets, and when he found the sausages he was in a great rage again, and made a great to do, threatening to send for the constable and put her into the cage.
"Oh, God bless your royal highness; do let me off! The beggar made me do it," she said, and wept bitterly.
"Well," said Hacon, "you ought to smart for it; but for the beggar's sake you shall be forgiven."
When she was gone, he changed his clothes again, ran by the short cut, and when she reached the cabin, there he was before her. Then she told him the whole story, and swore, through thick and thin, it should be the last time he got her to do such a thing.
Now, it fell out a little time after, when the man came back from the palace, he said—
"Our Prince is going to be married, but the bride is sick, so the tailor can't measure her for her wedding gown. And the Prince's will is, that you should go up to the palace and be measured instead of the bride; for he says you are just the same height and shape. But after you have been measured, mind you don't go away; you can stand about, you know, and when the tailor cuts out the gown, you can snap up the largest pieces, and bring them home for a waistcoat for me."
"Nay, but I can't steal," she said; "besides, you know how it went last time."
"You can learn then," said Hacon, "and you may have better luck, perhaps."
She thought it bad, but still she went and did as she
