"Well, if you wait until you are free before killing her, my little sister will die of old age. Ring, give this shameful woman a thrashing."
Immediately a number of sticks came through the air and commenced to bestow a fine thrashing upon Death.
The latter screamed like a mouse whose tail has been trodden on, and heaped insults on the boy, threatening to kill him as soon as she was free.
"Do not spare her!" said Enrique at each insult.
And the blows again descended on Death like rain. One knocked an eye out, another knocked all her teeth out, although it must be admitted they were false, and another took her hair out by the roots, leaving her head quite bald.
Then Enrique cut a sprig of the Ivy and said to the ring, "Take me to my sister's side."
Immediately he found himself at the bedside, where all the family were weeping over the approaching death of the girl.
"Here is something which will cure my little sister," said the boy.
And drawing near her, he squeezed into her mouth the juice of the fresh ivy he had plucked in the Garden of Health.
The girl at once opened her eyes and called her mother, and, amidst the general surprise, asked to be dressed.