In the morning her son went again into the forest to hunt. She admitted the dragon again to her. They drank and ate. He said to her, ‘How shall we kill your son? Then we’ll live finely. Make yourself ill, and say that you have seen a dream, that he must bring milk from the she-bear for you to drink. Then you’ll have nothing to trouble you, for the she-bear will devour him.’
He came home from the forest. ‘What’s the matter with you, mother?’
‘I shall die, but I saw a dream. Bring me milk from the she-bear.’
‘I’ll bring it you, mother.’
He went into the forest, and found the she-bear. He was going to shoot her.
She cried, ‘Stop, man. What do you want?’
‘You to give me milk.’
She said, ‘I will give it you. Have you a pail?’
‘I have.’
‘Come and milk.’