bear to stop
there. No, he crammed his cap and his boots so full that he could
hardly walk. He was really rich at last. He shut the lid, placed the
dog again on the box, and went out of the room, along the passage.

Then he shouted up the tree, "Halloo, old witch! haul me up again."

"Have you got the tinder-box?" said the witch.

"Oh, that I had quite forgotten," answered the soldier, and back he
went to fetch it.

When he came back the witch took the rope and hauled and hauled, till
there was the soldier, once more, safe on the high road, just as he
was before, only now he was rich, so rich that he had become very
bold.

He had gold in his pockets, gold in his knapsack, gold in his cap,
gold in his boots.

"What are you going to do with the tinder-box, just tell me that?"
said the soldier.

"That is no business of yours," said the witch. "You have the gold,
give me the tinder-box!"

"Rubbish!" said the soldier. He had grown rude as well as rich, you
see. "Rubbish--take your choice--tell me at once what you mean to do
with the tinker-box, or I will draw my sword and cut off your head."

"I won't tell you," screamed the witch.

Then the soldier cut off her head, and the poor witch lay there dead.
But the soldier did not stay to look at her. In a great hurry he took
all his gold and tied it up in the blue checked apron.

He slung it across his shoulder, put the tinder-box in his pocket, and
marched off to town.

How grand he felt! What heaps of gold he had in his bundle!

When the soldier reached the town he walked straight to the finest
hotel, and asked for the best rooms, and for dinner ordered all his
favorite puddings and fruits.

The servant who cleaned his boots tossed her head. "Shabby boots for a
rich man to wear," she said.

But next day the soldier had bought himself very grand new boots, and
gay clothing, so that no one could possibly call him shabby.

Shabby! No, he was a great man now, and people crowded round this rich
fellow, told him all the sights there were to be seen in their city,
all about their King too, and the beautiful Princess, his daughter.

"I should like to see her, this wonderful Princess," said the soldier.

"But you cannot see her," they told him. "She lives, the beautiful
Princess, in a great copper castle, with walls and towers all round.
Only the King visits her there, for it was once foretold that she
would marry a common soldier, and that our King does not wish