"I will now show you to your chamber," said the collier; "but before
we go up, listen to me. If you do not think one evil thought or speak
one evil word during the night, no harm will befall you. Promise me
now that you will not think one evil thought or speak one evil word,
whatever may befall you."

"I promise you, good people, that I will try not to think one evil
thought or to speak one evil word, whatsoever may befall me."

"And you must not give way to anger; if you do, anger is fire, and he
will grow!" said the collier.

The collier led the merchant up the stairs to his room and left him
there, saying, "Remember."

The moon shone into the room. The Swiss cuckoo clock struck
ten--eleven--twelve. The merchant could not sleep. He was haunted by
the fiery eyes that he had seen at the storm-door.

Suddenly the door of his own chamber opened, and a red light filled
the room. The same dwarf with the red mantle had entered the chamber
and was approaching the bed.

The merchant had laid his portmanteau of jewels upon the foot of the
bed, with the straps hanging over the bedside. He put his foot down
under the clothes so as to touch the case.

The light grew brighter, and advanced nearer. Now the dwarf stood full
in view, his eyes flashing, and his feet moving as cautiously, his head
now and then turned aside, and his hands lifting the red mantle.