The King said nothing, but harnessed Hilda to the plow, and she drew it up and down over the field until the whole was plowed, while he followed behind with the whip. Then he freed her from her trappings, and told her to go about her business.
“But where is the Golden Ivy-seed?” asked she, piteously.
“I have no Golden Ivy-seed,” answered the King; “ask yourself where it is!”
Then poor Princess Hilda’s heart was broken, and she sank down on the ground and sobbed out, quite in despair:
“Oh, what shall I do to save my little brother!”
But at that the King smiled upon her and said:
“Put your hand over your heart, Hilda, and see what you find there.”
Princess Hilda was so surprised that she could say nothing; but she put her hand over her heart, and felt something fall into the palm of her hand, and when she looked at it, behold! it was the Golden Ivy-seed.
“BEHOLD! IT WAS THE GOLDEN IVY-SEED”