They built her a hut, and made her a fire, and went away home, bringing the heart and the little finger.
She brought forth a son. God and St. Peter came and baptized him;[12] and God gave him a gun that he should become a hunter. Whatever he saw he would kill with the gun. And God gave him the name Silvester. And God made a house of the hut, and the fire no longer died. And God gave them a certain loaf; they were always eating, and it was never finished.
The boy grew big, and he took his gun in his hand, and went into the forest. And what he saw he killed, carried to his mother, and they ate. Walking in the forest, he came upon the dragons’ palace, and sat before the door. At mid-day the dragons were coming home. He saw them from afar, eleven (sic) in number; and eleven he shot with his gun, and one he merely stunned. And he took them, and carried them into the palace, and shut them up in a room; and he went to his mother, and said, ‘Come with me, mother.’
‘Where am I to go to, mother’s darling?’
‘Come with me, where I take you to.’
He went with her to the palace. ‘Take to thee, mother, twelve keys. Go into any room you choose, but into this room do not go.’
He went into the forest to hunt.
She said, ‘Why did my son tell me not to go in here? But I will go to see what is there.’
She opened the door.
The dragon asked her, ‘If thou art a virgin, be my sister; but if thou art a wife, be my wife.’