Then he turned to the woodcutter: “Did you really kill the cruel dragon?” he said.
The woodcutter persisted in his story.
“And how did you cut the heads off?”
“With my hatchet.”
“Why, you couldn’t do it with your hatchet. You are a liar.”
The woodcutter was taken aback and did not know what to say. He was frightened already, but he said: “It happened that the dragon didn’t have any tongues.”
The knight produced the tongues and said: “Here are the tongues, and it was I who killed the cruel dragon.”
The princess took hold of him and embraced and kissed him, and she was ready to marry him on the spot. As for the woodcutter, he was kicked out in disgrace, and they put him into jail for some time too. So the princess married the knight and they lived happily together.
One day, looking out of the window, he saw in the distance, among the mountains, a black castle. He asked his wife what castle it was and to whom it belonged.
“That is an enchanted castle, and nobody who goes into it ever returns.”