Said she, “Shoot away, I do not fear thy bullets!” Then he aimed, and fired at her, but the witch was proof against all leaden bullets, and laughed, and yelled and cried, “Thou shalt not hit me.” The huntsman knew what to do, tore three silver buttons off his coat, and loaded his gun with them, for against them her arts were useless, and when he fired she fell down at once with a scream. Then he set his foot on her and said, “Old witch, if thou dost not instantly confess where my brother is, I will seize thee with both my hands and throw thee into the fire.”

She was in a great fright, begged for mercy and said, “He and his animals lie in a vault, turned to stone.”