'Who is that who is touching my wood?' said the Troll.

'The wood is just as much mine as yours!' said the Bull.

'We shall have a tussle for that!' shrieked the Troll.

'That may be,' said the Bull.

So they rushed on each other and fought, and as for the Bull he butted
and kicked with all the strength of his body, but the Troll fought quite
as well as he did, and the whole day went by before the Bull put an end
to him, and then he himself was so full of wounds and so worn out that
he was scarcely able to move. So they had to wait a day, and the Bull
told the King's daughter to take the horn of ointment which hung at the
Troll's belt, and rub him with it; then he was himself again, and the
next day they set off once more. And now they journeyed on for many,
many days, and then after a long, long time they came to a silver
wood. The trees, and the boughs, and the leaves, and the flowers, and
everything else was of silver.

Before the Bull went into the wood, he said to the King's daughter:
'When we enter into this wood you must, for Heaven's sake, be very
careful not to touch anything at all, and not to pluck off even so much
as one leaf, or else all will be over both with you and with me. A Troll
with six heads lives here, who is the owner of the wood, and I do not
think I should be able to overcome him.'

'Yes,' said the King's daughter, 'I will take good care not to touch
what you do not wish me to touch.'

But when they got into the wood it was so crowded, and the trees so
close together, that they could scarcely get forward. She was as careful
as she could be, and bent aside to get out of the way of the branches,
and thrust them away from before her with her hands; but every instant
a branch struck against her eyes, and in spite of all her care, she
happened to pull off one leaf.

'Oh! oh! What have you done now?' said the Bull. It will now cost us a
battle for life or death, for this Troll has six heads and is twice as
strong as the other, but do be careful to keep the leaf.'

Just as he said this came the Troll. 'Who is that who is touching my
wood?' he said.

'It is just as much mine as yours!'

'We shall have a tussle for that!' screamed the Troll.

'That may be,' said the Bull, and rushed at the Troll, and gored out his
eyes, and drove his horns right through him so that his entrails gushed
out, but the Troll fought just as well as he did, and it was three whole
days before the Bull got the life