‘Then go!’ she said.
And so they started, driving the goats in front of them.
When they reached the pasture the boy said to his uncle: ‘Dear uncle, this night my father means to kill you. While we are away he will creep into your room and hide in the straw. Directly we get home my mother will say to you, “Take that straw and give it to the sheep,” and, if you do, he will bite you.’
‘Then what am I to do?’ asked the man.
‘Oh, do not be afraid, dear uncle! I will kill my father myself.’
‘All right,’ replied the uncle.
As they drove back the goats towards the house, the sister cried: ‘Be quick, dear brother, go and get me some straw for the sheep.’
‘Let me go,’ said the boy.
‘You are not big enough; your uncle will get it,’ replied she.
‘We will both get it,’ answered the boy; ‘come, uncle, let us go and fetch that straw!’