how all the sentinels disappeared, who were set on that post, and
all that they had got hold of had refused with thanks. These sat
down beside Christian, and ordered drinks, and drank along with
him. Now Christian was a merry fellow who liked good company; he
could both drink and sing, and talk and boast as well, when he
got a little drop in his head. He told these under-officers that
he was one of that kind of folk who never are afraid of anything.
Then he was just the kind of man they liked, said they, and he
might easily earn a good penny, before he was a day older, for
the king paid a hundred dollars to anyone who would stand as
sentinel in the church all night, beside his daughter's chest.

Christian was not afraid of that he wasn't afraid of anything, so
they drank another bottle of wine on this, and Christian went
with them up to the colonel, where he was put into uniform with
musket, and all the rest, and was then shut up in the church, to
stand as sentinel that night.

It was eight o'clock when he took up his post, and for the first
hour he was quite proud of his courage; during the second hour he
was well pleased with the large reward that he would get, but in
the third hour, when it was getting near eleven, the effects of
the wine passed off, and he began to get uncomfortable, for he
had heard about this post; that no one had ever escapeed alive
from it, so far as was known. But neither did anyone know what
had become of all the sentinels. The thought of this ran in his
head so much, after the wine was out of it, that he searched
about everywhere for a way of escape, and finally, at eleven
o'clock, he found a little postern in the steeple which was not
locked, and out at this he crept, intending to run away.