Thereupon he went away, and when he returned next day she had not done it, and said, “Why should I shed the blood of an innocent boy who has never harmed anyone?”

The cook once more said, “If thou dost not do it, it shall cost thee thy own life.”

When he had gone away, she had a little hind brought to her, and ordered her to be killed, and took her heart and tongue, and laid them on a plate, and when she saw the old man coming, she said to the boy, “Lie down in thy bed, and draw the clothes over thee.”

Then the wicked wretch came in and said, “Where are the boy’s heart and tongue?”