‘All right,’ replied the child, but when he went home forgot all about it. The next day the ogress came again, and asked the boy what answer the father had given. ‘I forgot all about it,’ said he.
‘Well, put this ring on your finger, and then you won’t forget.’
‘Very well,’ replied the boy, and went home.
The next morning, as he was at breakfast, his mother said to him, ‘Child, where did you get that ring?’
‘A woman gave it to me yesterday, and she told me, father, to tell you that she wanted her forfeit, and when was she to have it?’
Then his father burst into tears and said, ‘If she comes again you must say to her that your parents bid her take her forfeit at once, and depart.’
At this they both began to weep afresh, and his mother kissed him, and put on his new clothes and said, ‘If the woman bids you to follow her, you must go,’ but the boy did not heed her grief, he was so pleased with his new clothes. And when he went out, he said to his play-fellows, ‘Look how smart I am; I am going away with my aunt to foreign lands.’
At that moment the ogress came up and asked him, ‘Did you give my message to your father and mother?’
‘Yes, dear aunt, I did.’
‘And what did they say?’