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Tales from the Fjeld
"May I have your daughter now?" said Boots.
"Yes, yes; pray take her and keep her, and half the realm besides," said the king, for he couldn't say "No" any longer.
So they held the bridal feast, and kept it up and rejoiced and fired off witch-shots, and meanwhile they went looking about for charges; and then they took me and gave me porridge in a flask and milk in a basket, and then they shot me off here to you, that I might tell you all how the wedding went off.
