‘Do so, certainly!’ they said, laughing loudly and riding on.
‘Slap! bang! here I am again! Look what I have just found! You don’t find such things every day on the road!’ And the brothers turned round to see what in the world he could have found.
‘Blockhead!’ said they, ‘that is an old wooden shoe without the top! Are you going to send that, too, to the Princess?’
‘Of course I shall!’ returned Blockhead-Hans; and the brothers laughed and rode on a good way.
‘Slap! bang! here I am!’ cried Blockhead-Hans; ‘better and better—it is really famous!’
‘What have you found now?’ asked the brothers.
‘Oh,’ said Blockhead-Hans, ‘it is really too good! How pleased the Princess will be!’
‘Why!’ said the brothers, ‘this is pure mud, straight from the ditch.’
‘Of course it is!’ said Blockhead-Hans, ‘and it is the best kind! Look how it runs through one’s fingers!’ and, so saying, he filled his pocket with the mud.
But the brothers rode on so fast that dust and sparks flew all around, and they reached the gate of the town a good hour before Blockhead-Hans. Here came the suitors numbered according to their arrival, and they were ranged in rows, six in each row, and they were so tightly packed that they could not move their arms. This was a very good thing, for otherwise they would have torn each other in pieces, merely because the one was in front of the other.