Then said the huntsman, “Behold, sir host, the hundred pieces of gold are mine.” The host was astonished, but the huntsman went on to say, “Yes, sir host, I have the bread, but now I will likewise have some of the King’s roast meat.”

The host said, “I should indeed like to see that,” but he would make no more wagers.

The huntsman called the fox and said, “My little fox, go and fetch me some roast meat, such as the King eats.” The red fox knew the byways better, and went by holes and corners without any dog seeing him, seated himself under the chair of the King’s daughter, and scratched her foot.

Then she looked down and recognized the fox by its collar, took him into her chamber with her and said, “Dear fox, what dost thou want?”