"Hist! Devil!" he called softly.
Instantly the devil jumped out of the princess's mouth and when he saw the shoemaker he stamped his foot in anger.
"What!" he cried. "You've come after my warning! Don't you remember what I told you?"
The shoemaker put his finger to his lips and winked.
"Softly, comrade," he whispered, "softly! I'm not come to exorcise you but to warn you. You know that precious wife of yours, Gentle Dora? Well, she's traced you here and she's down in the courtyard now waiting for you."
The devil turned white with fright.
"Gentle Dora!" he gasped. "Lucifer, help me!"
Without another word he jumped out the window and flew straight down to hell as fast as the wind could carry him. And so great is his fear of Gentle Dora that he has never dared to show his face on earth again.
The king rewarded the shoemaker royally and to this day the shoemaker is wandering merrily about from place to place. Whenever he hears of a woman who is a scold, he says:
"Why, she's a regular Gentle Dora, isn't she?"