"Come, Brother Heart," said the soldier, "put your best foot forward, so that we may come in at the right time."
But the saint went still slower, though his companion kept pushing and driving him, till at last they heard that the princess was dead.
"This comes of your creeping so," said the soldier.
"Now be still," said the saint, "for I can do more than make the sick whole; I can bring the dead to life again."
"If that's true," said Brother Merry, "you must at least earn half the kingdom for us."
At length they arrived at the king's palace, where everybody was in great trouble, but the saint told the king he would restore his daughter to him. They conducted him to where she lay, and he commanded them to let him have a caldron of water, and when it had been brought, he ordered all the people to go away, and let nobody remain with him but Brother Merry. Then he divided the limbs of the dead princess, and throwing them into the water, lighted a fire under the caldron, and boiled them. When all the flesh had fallen from the bones, the saint took them, laid them on a table, and placed them together in their natural order. Having done this, he walked before them, and said—
"Arise, thou dead one!"
As he repeated these words the third time the princess arose, alive, well, and beautiful.
The king was greatly rejoiced, and said to the saint—
"Require for thy reward what thou wilt. Though it should be half my empire, I will give it you."