Rupert took him up carefully, and placing him on his hand, asked him:
"Are you Trompetin, the son of Trompetilla?"
"The same."
"Why have you been lost so long?"
"Because my mother is deaf and cannot see well, so that, although I shouted a lot, she did not hear me."
"Well, now, tell me who the monkey is that climbed up on to my teeth?"
"It is a wizard, nastier than medicine, who is angry with us because his grandfather died from a trumpet-blast that my great-great-grandfather sounded in his ear. It was he who made your teeth grow, and didn't allow you to eat. Knock on this wall and he will reappear, then pull out my hair and thrash him with it."
"A fine thrashing to be given with a hair!"
"Try, and you will see!"
Rupert struck the wall, and at once the monkey appeared, sparks flying from his eyes. He was about to throw himself on Rupert, but the boy pulled out Trompetin's hair, which turned itself into a fine cudgel, with which he dealt the monkey a vigorous hiding. The animal leapt high into the air several times, but that was useless, as the stick lengthened as if it were elastic and reached him wherever he was. When the monkey could resist no longer, he took human shape, and going on his knees begged Rupert not to grind his ribs, and in return he offered to give him as much wealth as he might desire.