Then the beggar departed and took his wife with him.
Soon they came to a great wood. “Whose wood is this?” she asked.
“It belongs to King Grisly-Beard,” said he. “If you had taken him this would have been yours.”
“Ah, unlucky girl that I am! I wish I had taken King Grisly-Beard.”
Next they came to some fine meadows. “Whose are these beautiful green meadows?” she asked.
“They belong to King Grisly-Beard. If you had taken him they would have been yours.”
“Ah, unlucky girl that I am! I wish indeed I had married King Grisly-Beard.”
Then they came to a great city. “Whose is this noble city?” she asked.
“It belongs to King Grisly-Beard,” he said again. “If you had taken him this would have been yours, also.”