The king struck the first blow. The three were striking her for a long time. A blaze of fire came out of her mouth. “Strike ye more. There is more in her.”
They struck till another lump of fire came out of her mouth. “Strike,” said the red man, “there is one more in her.”
They struck till the third came. “Now,” said the red man, “strike her no more. Those were three devils that came out of her. Loose her now; she is as quiet as any woman in the world.”
They loosed her and put her to bed. She was tired after the beating.
The priest of the pattens and the clerk of the bells came. The pair were married. The red man stayed with them a year and a day. A young son was born to them. When the day and the year were up the red man said it was time for him to be going.
“I don't know what I'll do after you,” said the kings son.
“Oh, make no delay,” said the red man; “the hire is just.”
“It is just,” said the king's son.
He made two halves of all he gained since he hired him. “I will give you my child all,” said he; “I think it a pity to go to cut him in two.”
“I will not take him all,” said the red man; “I will not take but my bargain.”
