spend one night outside the prince's chamber.' Well, the proud
lady fired up, and was going to say something dreadful; but the
scissors kept on cutting, and the silk growing richer and richer
every inch. So she promised what the girl had asked her.

When night came on she was let into the palace and lay down till
the prince was in such a dead sleep that all she did couldn't
awake him. She sung this verse to him, sighing and sobbing, and
kept singing it the night long, and it was all in vain:

Four long years I was married to thee; Three sweet babes I bore
to thee; Brown Bear of Norway, turn to me.

At the first dawn the proud lady was in the chamber, and led her
away, and the footman of the horns put out his tongue at her as
she was quitting the palace.

So there was no luck so far; but the next day the prince passed
by again and looked at her, and saluted her kindly, as a prince
might a farmer's daughter, and passed one; and soon the witch's
daughter passed by, and found her combing her hair, and pearls
and diamonds dropping from it.

Well, another bargain was made, and the princess spent another
night of sorrow, and she left the castle at daybreak, and the
footman was at his post and enjoyed his revenge.

The third day the prince went by, and stopped to talk with the
strange woman. He asked her could he do anything to serve her,
and she said he might. She asked him did he ever wake at night.