all the world was glad that it had happened.

That is, all the world but one; that one was the old man dressed
in scarlet that the soldier had met when he first came to town.
While all the rest were in the hubbub of rejoicing, he put on his
thinking-cap, and by-and-by began to see pretty well how things
lay, and that, as they say in our town, there was a fly in the
milk-jug. "Ho, ho!" thought he, "so the soldier has found out all
about the three-legged stool, has he? Well, I will just put a
spoke into his wheel for him." And so he began to watch for his
chance to do the soldier an ill turn.

Now, a week or two after the wedding, and after all the gay
doings had ended, a grand hunt was declared, and the king and his
new son-in-law and all the court went to it. That was just such a
chance as the old magician had been waiting for; so the night
before the hunting-party returned he climbed the walls of the
garden, and so came to the wonderful palace that the soldier had
built out of nothing at all, and there stood three men keeping
guard so that no one might enter.

But little that troubled the magician. He began to mutter spells
and strange words, and all of a sudden he was gone, and in his
place was a great black ant, for he had changed himself into an
ant. In he ran through a crack of the door (and mischief has got
into many a man's house through a smaller hole for the matter of
that). In and out ran the ant through one room and another, and
up and down and here and there, until at last in a far-away part
of the magic palace he found the three-legged stool, and if I had
been in the soldier's place I would have chopped it up into