“Get into bed!” said the Princess; “why, you must have lost your wits.”
“Hutetutetutetu!” said Hacon; “do let me get into bed. Hutetutetutetu.”
“Hush! hush! be still for God’s sake”, said the Princess; “if father knows there is a man in here, I shall be in a sad plight. I’m sure he’ll kill me on the spot.”
“Hutetutetutetu! let me get into bed”, said Hacon Grizzlebeard, who kept on shivering so that the whole room shook.
Well! there was no help for it; she had to let him get into bed, where he slept both sound and soft; but a little while after the Princess had a child, at which the king grew so wild with rage, that he was near making an end of both mother and babe. Just after this happened, came Hacon Grizzlebeard tramping that way once more, as if by chance, and took his seat down in the kitchen, like any other beggar.
So when the Princess came out and saw him, she cried, “Ah, God have mercy on me, for the ill-luck you have brought on me; father is ready to burst with rage; do let me follow you to your home.”
“Oh! I’ll be bound you’re too well bred to follow me”, said Hacon, “for I have nothing but a log but to live in; and how I shall ever get food for you I can’t tell, for it’s just as much as I can do to get food for myself.”
“Oh yes! it’s all the same to me how you get it, or whether you get it at all”, she said; “only let me be with you, for if I stay here any longer, my father will be sure to take my life.”
So she got leave to be with the beggar, as she called him, and they walked a long, long way, though she was but a poor hand at tramping. When she passed out of her father’s land into another, she asked whose it was?
“Oh! this is Hacon Grizzlebeard’s, if you must know”, said he.