cried out, 'With one hair of my
head I can change you into stone.'

'Can you, indeed?' said the young man, seizing her by the hair. 'You old
wretch! tell me what you have done with my brother, or I will cut your
head off this very instant.' Now the witch's strength was all gone from
her, and she had to obey.

'I will take you to your brother,' she said, hoping to get the better of
him by cunning, 'but leave me alone. You hold me so tight that I cannot
walk.'

'You must manage somehow,' he answered, and held her tighter than ever.
She led him into a large hall filled with stone statues, which once had
been men, and, pointing out one, she said, 'There is your brother.'

The young man looked at them all and shook his head. 'My brother is not
here. Take me to him, or it will be the worse for you.' But she tried
to put him off with other statues, though it was no good, and it was
not until they had reached the last hall of all that he saw his brother
lying on the ground.

'That is my brother,' said he. 'Now give me the ointment that will
restore him to life.'

Very unwillingly the old witch opened a cupboard close by filled with
bottles and jars, and took down one and held it out to the young man.
But he was on the watch for trickery, and examined it carefully, and saw
that it had no power to heal. This happened many times, till at length
she found it was no use, and gave him the one he wanted. And when he
had it safe he made her stoop down and smear it over his brother's face,
taking care all the while never to loose her hair, and when the dead
man opened his eyes the youth drew his sword and cut off her head with
a single blow. Then the elder brother got up and stretched himself, and
said, 'Oh, how long I have slept! And where am I?'

'The old witch had enchanted you, but now she is dead and you are free.
We will wake up the other knights that she laid under her spells, and
then we will go.'

This they did, and, after sharing amongst them the jewels and gold they
found in the castle, each man went his way. The two brothers remained
together, the elder tightly grasping the ointment which had brought him
back to life.

They had much to tell each other as they rode along, and at last the
younger man exclaimed, 'O fool, to leave such a beautiful wife to go and
fight a witch! She took me for her husband, and I did not say her nay.'

When the elder brother heard this a great rage filled his heart, and,
without sayin