"'Well, well! bide a bit, bide a bit! 'twill boil in a minute.'
"But there was no boiling. So he saw that Peik had been out again with his fooling rods and cheated him, and now he would set off at once and slay him.
"When the King came Peik stood out by the barn door. 'Wouldn't it boil?' he asked.
"'No! it would not,' said the King; 'but now you shall smart for it,' and so he was just going to unsheath his knife.
"'I can well believe that,' said Peik, 'for you did not take the block too.'
"'I wish I thought,' said the King, 'you weren't telling me a pack of lies.'
"'I tell you it's all because of the block it stands on; it won't boil without it,' said Peik.
"'Well; what did he want for it?' It was well worth three hundred dollars; but for the King's sake it should go for two. So he got the block and travelled home with it, and bade guests again, and made a feast, and set the pot on the chopping-block in the middle of the room. The guests thought he was both daft and mad, and they went about making game of him, while he cackled and chattered round the pot, calling out 'Bide a bit, now it boils! now it boils in a trice.'
"But it wouldn't boil a bit more on the block than on the bare floor. So he saw again that Peik had been out with his fooling rods this time too. Then he fell a-tearing his hair, and swore he would set off at once and slay him. He wouldn't spare him this time, whether he put a good or a bad face on it.
"But Peik had taken steps to meet him again. He slaughtered a wether and caught the blood in the bladder, and stuffed it into his sister's bosom, and told her what to say and do.