right when I told you she was a witch; but make haste and burn her before the pile burns low."
"Oh!" said the King, "we've wood enough and to spare, and so I'll wait a bit, for I have a mind to see what the end of all this will be."
As he spoke, up came the twelve princes riding along, as handsome well-grown lads as you'd wish to see; but the youngest prince had a wild duck's wing instead of his left arm.
"What's all this about?" asked the Princes.
"My Queen is to be burnt," said the King, "because she's a witch, and because she has eaten up her own babes."
"She hasn't eaten them at all," said the Princes. "Speak now, sister; you have set us free and saved us, now save yourself."
Then Snow-white and Rosy-red spoke, and told the whole story; how every time she was brought to bed, the old Queen, the King's stepmother, had stolen into her at night, had taken her babes away, and cut her little finger, and smeared the blood over her mouth; and then the Princes took the King, and showed him the snake-pit where three babes lay playing with adders and toads, and lovelier children you never saw.
So the King had them taken out at once, and went to his stepmother, and asked her what punishment she thought that woman deserved who could find it in her heart to betray a guiltless Queen and three such blessed little babes.
"She deserves to be fast bound between twelve unbroken steeds, so that each may take his share of her," said the old Queen.
