"'Where's Peik!' screeched out the King. He was in such a rage that his tongue faltered.
"'He is so poorly that he can't stir hand or foot,' she said, 'and now he's trying to get a nap.'
"'Wake him up,' said the King.
"'Nay, I daren't; he is so hasty,' said the sister.
"'Well! I'm hastier still,' said the King, 'and if you don't wake him, I will,' and with that he tapped his side where his knife hung.
"Well! she would go and wake him; but Peik turned hastily in his bed, drew out a little knife, and ripped open the bladder in her bosom, so that a stream of blood gushed out, and down she fell on the floor, as though she were dead.
"'What a dare devil you are, Peik,' said the King, 'if you haven't stabbed your sister to death, and here I stood by and saw it with my own eyes.'
"'There's no risk with her body so long as there's breath in my nostrils;' and with that he pulled out a ramshorn, and began to toot upon it, and when he had tooted a bridal tune, he put the end to her body, and blew life into her again, and up she rose as though there was naught the matter with her.
"'Bless me, Peik! can you kill folk and blow life into them again? Can you do that?' said the King.
"'Why!' said Peik, 'how could I get on at all if I couldn't? I'm always killing everyone I come near; don't you know I'm very hasty.'