‘And took my dove?’
‘Ye—e—s!’
‘And my beautiful boar?’
‘Ye—e—s!’
‘And drowned my twelfth daughter in the well, and took my lamp?’
‘Ye—e—s!’
‘And now you have roasted my thirteenth and last daughter in the oven, and taken my coverlet?’
‘YeÄeÄs!’
‘Are you coming back again?’
‘No, never again,’ said Esben.