sharp nails, and
to be rolled in it down the hill into the water.'

'You have pronounced your own doom,' said the King; and he ordered a
barrel to be made lined with sharp nails, and in it he put the bad old
woman and her daughter. Then it was fastened down securely, and the
barrel was rolled down the hill till it fell into the river.(19)

(19) Grimm.

DAPPLEGRIM

THERE was once upon a time a couple of rich folks who had twelve sons,
and when the youngest was grown up he would not stay at home any longer,
but would go out into the world and seek his fortune. His father and
mother said that they thought he was very well off at home, and that he
was welcome to stay with them; but he could not rest, and said that he
must and would go, so at last they had to give him leave. When he had
walked a long way, he came to a King's palace. There he asked for a
place and got it.

Now the daughter of the King of that country had been carried off into
the mountains by a Troll, and the King had no other children, and
for this cause both he and all his people were full of sorrow and
affliction, and the King had promised the Princess and half his kingdom
to anyone who could set her free; but there was no one who could do it,
though a great number had tried. So when the youth had been there for
the space of a year or so, he wanted to go home again to pay his parents
a visit; but when he got there his father and mother were dead, and his
brothers had divided everything that their parents possessed between
themselves, so that there was nothing at all left for him.

'Shall I, then, receive nothing at all of my inheritance?' asked the
youth.

'Who could know that you were still alive--you who have been a wanderer
so long?' answered the brothers. 'However, there are twelve mares upon
the hills which we have not yet divided among us, and if you would like
to have them for your share, you may take them.'

So the youth, well pleased with this, thanked them, and at once set off
to the hill where the twelve mares were at pasture. When he got up there
and found them, each mare had her foal, and by the side of one of them
was a big dapple-grey foal as well, which was so sleek that it shone
again.

'Well, my little foal, you are a fine fellow!' said the youth.

'Yes, but if you will kill all the other little foals so that I can suck
all the mares for a year, you shall see how big and handsome I shall be
then!' said the Foal.

So