Afterward, they came to a meadow, and she asked again, “To whom does this beautiful green meadow belong?”
“It belongs to King Thrushbeard. If you had taken him, it would have been yours.”
“Ah, unhappy girl that I am! If I had but taken King Thrushbeard!”
Then they came to a large town, and she asked again, “To whom does this fine large town belong?”
“It belongs to King Thrushbeard. If you had taken him, it would have been yours.”
“Ah, unhappy girl that I am! If I had but taken King Thrushbeard!”
“It does not please me,” said the fiddler, “to hear you always wishing for another husband. Am I not good enough for you?”
At last they came to a very little hut, and she said, “Oh, goodness! what a small house! To whom does this miserable, mean hovel belong?”
The fiddler answered, “That is my house and yours, where we shall live together.”
She had to stoop in order to go in at the low door. “Where are the servants?” said the King’s Daughter.