just now killed in the cave.'

After the feasting was over the two namesakes, along with other men,
went to the cliff and brought all the treasure home to the Palace. Then
they went to the island and removed all that was valuable from it.
Ring gave to his namesake, whom he had freed from the spell, his sister
Ingiborg and his father's kingdom to look after, but he himself stayed
with his father-in-law the King, and had half the kingdom while he lived
and the whole of it after his death.

THE SWINEHERD

There was once a poor Prince. He possessed a kingdom which, though
small, was yet large enough for him to marry on, and married he wished
to be.

Now it was certainly a little audacious of him to venture to say to the
Emperor's daughter, 'Will you marry me?' But he did venture to say so,
for his name was known far and wide. There were hundreds of princesses
who would gladly have said 'Yes,' but would she say the same?

Well, we shall see.

On the grave of the Prince's father grew a rose-tree, a very beautiful
rose-tree. It only bloomed every five years, and then bore but a single
rose, but oh, such a rose! Its scent was so sweet that when you smelt
it you forgot all your cares and troubles. And he had also a nightingale
which could sing as if all the beautiful melodies in the world were shut
up in its little throat. This rose and this nightingale the Princess was
to have, and so they were both put into silver caskets and sent to her.

The Emperor had them brought to him in the great hall, where
the Princess was playing 'Here comes a duke a-riding' with her
ladies-in-waiting. And when she caught sight of the big caskets which
contained the presents, she clapped her hands for joy.

'If only it were a little pussy cat!' she said. But the rose-tree with
the beautiful rose came out.

'But how prettily it is made!' said all the ladies-in-waiting.

'It is more than pretty,' said the Emperor, 'it is charming!'

But the Princess felt it, and then she almost began to cry.

'Ugh! Papa,' she said, 'it is not artificial, it is REAL!'

'Ugh!' said all the ladies-in-waiting, 'it is real!'

'Let us see first what is in the other casket before we begin to be
angry,' thought the Emperor, and there came out the nightingale. It sang
so beautifully that one could scarcely utter a cross word against it.

'Superbe! charmant!' said the ladies-in-waiting, for they all chattered
French, each one worse than the other.

'Ho