He remained in the palace a couple of days, and in the meantime inquired into everything which related to the enchanted forest, and at last he said, “I must hunt there once more.” The King and the young Queen wanted to persuade him not to do it, but he stood out against them, and went forth with a larger following. When he had got into the forest, it fared with him as with his brother; he saw a white hart and said to his people, “Stay here, and wait until I return, I want to chase the lovely wild beast,” and then he rode into the forest and his animals ran after him. But he could not overtake the hart, and got so deep into the forest that he was forced to pass the night there.

And when he had lighted a fire, he heard someone wailing above him, “Oh, oh, oh, how cold I am!” Then he looked up, and the selfsame witch was sitting in the tree.

Said he, “If thou art cold, come down, little old mother, and warm thyself.”

She answered, “No, thy animals will bite me.”