"How does he get on there?" asked the woman.

"Only pretty well," said the man. "He goes about begging from one house
to another, and has but little food, or clothes on his back. As to money
he has nothing."

"Heaven have mercy on him!" cried the woman. "He ought not to go about
in such a miserable state when he left so much behind. There is a
cupboard full of clothes which belonged to him, and there is a big box
full of money, too. If you will take the things with you, you can have a
horse and cart to carry them. He can keep the horse, and he can sit in
the cart as he goes from house to house, for so he ought to go."

The man from Ringerige got a whole cart-load of clothes and a box full
of bright silver money, with meat and drink, as much as he wanted. When
he had got all he wished, he got into the cart, and once more set out.

"That is the third," said he to himself.

Now the woman's third husband was ploughing in a field, and when he saw
a man he did not know come out of his yard with his horse and cart, he
went home and asked his wife, who it was that was going off with the
black horse.

"Oh," said the woman, "that is a man from Himmerige (Heaven). He told me
that things went so miserably with my second Peter, my poor husband,
that he had to go begging from house to house and had no money or
clothes. I have therefore sent him the old clothes he left behind, and
the old money box with the money in it."