he.

'When thy wife came home,' answered the farmer, 'she saw the pack-saddle
over her head, and she thought how dreadful it would be if it were to
fall and kill her.'

'Well, but it didn't fall,' replied the young man, and he went off to
the kitchen to get some supper, leaving them to cry as long as they
liked.

The next morning he got up with the sun, and said to the old man and to
the old woman and to his wife:

'Farewell: my foot shall not return to the house till I have found
other three people as silly as you,' and he walked away till he came to
the town, and seeing the door of a cottage standing open wide, he
entered. No man was present, but only some women spinning at their
wheels.

'You do not belong to this town,' said he.

'You speak truth,' they answered, 'nor you either?'

'I do not,' replied he, 'but is it a good place to live in?'

The women looked at each other.

'The men of the town are so silly that we can make them believe anything
we please,' said they.

'Well, here is a gold ring,' replied he, 'and I will give it to the one
amongst you who can make her husband believe the most impossible thing,'
and he left them.

* * * * *

As soon as the first husband came home his wife said to him:

'Thou art sick!'

'Am I?' asked he.

'Yes, thou art,' she answered; 'take off thy clothes and lie down.'

So he did, and when he was in his bed his wife went to him and said:

'Thou art dead.'

'Oh, am I?' asked he.

'Thou art,' said she; 'shut thine eyes and stir neither hand nor foot.'

And dead he felt sure he was.

* * * * *

Soon the second man came home, and his wife said to him:

'You are not my husband!'

'Oh, am I not?' asked he.

'No, it is not you,' answered she, so he went away and slept in the
wood.

When the third man arrived his wife gave him his supper, and after that
he went to bed, just as usual. The next morning a boy knocked at the
door, bidding him attend the burial of the man who was dead, and he was
just going to get up when his wife stopped him.

'Time enough,' said she, and he lay still till he heard the funeral
passing the window.

'Now rise, and be quick,' called the wife, and the man jumped out of bed
in a great hurry, and began to look about him.

'Why, where are my clothes?' asked he.

'Silly that you are, they are on your back, of course,' answered the
woman.

'Are they?' said he.