, and he
thought that such a child was worth possessing. The queen, however,
watched the child night and day. One day she was in a summer-house and
had fallen asleep, with the child in her lap; when she woke the child
was gone. When the king returned, he had a tower built in a wood, and
he walled the queen up in it, as a punishment for losing the child.
The attendant brought the child up as his own, and there was no
suspicion. He took the child, when grown up, out hunting when the king
went, and taught him to wish for such and such a head of game, and if
he shot an arrow at it, he always hit. The king could not understand
how so young a hunter could always be so successful, but the attendant
assured him that it was only a sure hand and eye. The attendant had
meanwhile become very rich, by getting the king's son to wish him to
be so. The attendant had taken a girl into his service, who grew up to
be very beautiful. She had suspicions that all was not right, and
asked the attendant; but he would not tell her. At last the attendant
told her the boy must be killed, and she must do it, and cut out his
tongue, to show him that she had murdered him. She, however, killed a
hind, and cut out its tongue, and showed the attendant the tongue. The
attendant thought she had done as she was told, and told her the
story, which the king's son heard from a place where she had hid him.
The king's son immediately wished the attendant should be a
three-legged dog, that must always follow him. He wished the girl to
be a rose and put her in his button-hole. The king's son then attended
the court, as the king wished to go hunting. 'Where is the attendant?'
asked the king. 'He is here close by,' said the king's son. The king
was satisfied with the answer, and went out hunting. The king's son
led the hunt to the tower where the queen was walled in, and wished
that the tower might fall down and the queen be found in it yet
living. This happened, although she had been there seventeen years.
The prince then took the rose out of his button-hole, and married the
girl who had so well served him."

"A graphic story," said Hardy, "and has the same tendency that you
attributed to the Norwegian stories of the people, or Folke-Eventyr."

"There is a story more peculiarly belonging to Jutland," said Pastor
Lindal, "and that is of a Trold who lived in a wood in a large
Kaempehoi, or tumulus. He was an old grey-bearded Trold, and the people
in the district