"Well, then," said the wolf, "he may live, but he must never return to men, or he would betray us; he must stay here and become a wolf."
"Most joyfully," said the tailor, "for I would rather live as a wolf than be cooked and eaten as a man."
Whereupon the wolf fetched one of his old furs out of the cupboard, and his wife had to sew the tailor into it.
So the tailor staid with them, soon learned to howl perfectly, and to walk on all fours; besides which, he became quite expert in catching rabbits.
One day, when they had all gone out hunting together, it happened that the King of the same land was also hunting in the wood. As soon as the hunters came near the wolves, they and the tailor took to their heels.
They ran into a neighboring thicket, and hid themselves behind some bushes, when the old wolf whispered to the others to keep quiet, without fear, for he had seen no dogs, and without their help no huntsmen would find them.
He spoke truly, for it so happened that a wild boar had killed every single dog.
Then it occurred to the King to take a pinch of snuff; after which he sneezed violently.
The tailor, who had not yet lost his knowledge of polite ways, said, respectfully, "Your health, sire!"
When the King heard these words he rode toward the bush, and all his huntsmen followed him.