"Some one took it from the step."
Off rushed the hag, following the light, but she didn't come near Smallhead till she was over the bridge.
"Give me the Sword of Light, or bad luck to you," cried the hag.
"Indeed, then, I will not; I will keep it, and bad luck to yourself," answered Smallhead.
On the following morning she walked up to the King's son and said:
"I have the Sword of Light; now will you marry my sister?"
"I will," said he.
The King's son married Smallhead's sister and got the Sword of Light. Smallhead stayed no longer in the kitchen—the sister didn't care to have her in kitchen or parlour.
The King's second son came home. He was not long in the castle when Smallhead said to herself, "Maybe he will marry my second sister."
She saw him one day in the garden, went toward him; he said something, she answered, then asked: "Is it not time for you to be getting married like your brother?"