would be served by the boy who carried wood and water to the kitchen.
"What!" exclaimed Rend, in disgust, "you wish that dirty, hideous little varlet to come near you?"
"Yes, I wish it."
Lillekort was summoned, and, as he had said, he once, twice, thrice let some drops of wine fall in Rend's plate.
The first time he was struck the coarse garments he wore fell off, and the valiant boy appeared in a suit of bronze armour, the second time in silver armour, and the third time in armour of glittering gold.
Then the Princess cried: "For shame to strike him whom I love—he who saved me—he whom I should wed!"
Rend swore loudly that it was he who had saved her.
"Let us see the proofs of the victors," said the King.
The knight immediately showed the tongues and lungs of the trolls.
Lillekort fetched the treasures he had taken from the monsters' ships. At the sight of the gold, silver, and diamonds, no one had the slightest doubt.
"The trolls alone have such treasures," said the King, "and only he who kills them can obtain possession of their riches."
Rend, the coward and impostor, was thrown into a ditch full of serpents, and the Princess's hand was given to Lillekort, together with half of the kingdom.
