h housings embroidered with gold, and
a golden bridle.

When the King's daughter came to the church the priest and people were
all standing on the hillside waiting for her, and the Prince ran up and
wanted to hold the horse, but she jumped off, saying:

'No, thank you, there is no need; my horse is so well broken in that it
will stand still when I bid it.'

So they all hastened into the church together and the priest got into
the pulpit, but no one listened to what he said, for they were looking
far too much at her and wondering whence she came; and the Prince was
far more in love than he had been on either of the former occasions, and
he was mindful of nothing but of looking at her.

When the sermon was over and the King's daughter was about to leave the
church, the Prince had caused a firkin of tar to be emptied out in the
porch in order that he might go to help her over it; she, however, did
not trouble herself in the least about the tar, but set her foot down in
the middle of it and jumped over it, and thus one of her gold shoes was
left sticking in it. When she had seated herself on the horse the Prince
came running out of the church and asked her whence she came.

'From Combland,' said Kari. But when the Prince wanted to reach her her
gold shoe, she said:

'Darkness behind me, but light on my way,
That the Prince may not see where I'm going to-day!'

The Prince did not know what had become of her, so he travelled for a
long and wearisome time all over the world, asking where Combland was;
but when no one could tell him where that country was, he caused it to
be made known everywhere that he would marry any woman who could put on
the gold shoe. So fair maidens and ugly maidens came thither from all
regions, but there was none who had a foot so small that she could put
on the gold shoe. After a long, long while came Kari Woodengown's wicked
stepmother, with her daughter too, and the shoe fitted her. But she was
so ugly and looked so loathsome that the Prince was very unwilling to
do what he had promised. Nevertheless all was got ready for the wedding,
and she was decked out as a bride, but as they were riding to church a
little bird sat upon a tree and sang:

'A slice off her heel
And a slice off her toes,
Kari Woodengown's shoe
Fills with blood as she goes!'

And when they looked to it the bird had spoken the truth, for blood
was trickling out of the shoe. So all the wa