Then there came a wind so strong that it blew off Conrad's hat. Away it flew over the hills, and he was forced to turn and run after it, so that when he came back she had done combing and curling her hair, and had put it up again safely, and he could not get any of it. He was very angry and sulky, and would not speak to her; but they watched the geese until it grew dark, and then drove them homewards. The next morning, as they were going through the dark gate, the poor girl looked up at Falada's head, and cried-- "Falada, Falada, there thou hangest!" It answered-- "Bride, bride, there thou goest! Alas, alas! if thy mother knew it, Sadly, sadly would she rue it." Then she drove on the geese, and sat down again in the meadow, and began to comb out her hair as before, and Conrad ran up to her, and wanted to take hold of it. The princess repeated the words she had used the day before, when the wind came and blew away his hat, and off it flew a great way, over the hills and far away, so that he had to run after it. When he returned, she had bound up her hair again, and all was safe. So they watched the geese until it grew dark. In the evening, after they came home, Conrad went to the old king and said-- "I won't have that strange girl to help me to keep the geese any longer." "Why?" said the king. "Because instead of doing any good she does nothing but tease me all day long." Then the king made him tell what had happened, and Conrad said-- "When we go in the morning through the dark gate with our flock of geese, she cries and talks with the head of a horse that hangs upon the wall, and the head answers her." And Conrad went on telling the king what had happened in the meadow where the geese fed; how his hat was blown away, and how he was forced to run after it and leave his flock of geese to themselves. The old king told the boy to go out again the next day, and when morning came he placed himself behind the dark gate, and heard how the princess spoke to Falada, and how Falada answered. Then he went into the field and hid himself in a bush by the meadow's side, and he soon saw with his own eyes how they drove the flock of geese, and how, after a little time, she let down her hair that glittered in the sun. Then he heard her call the wind, and soon there came a gust that carried away Conrad's hat, and away he went after it, while the girl went on combing and curling her hair. All this the old king saw; so he went home without having been observed, and when the goose-girl came back in the evening, he called her aside and asked her why she did so. She burst into tears, and said-- "That I must not tell you nor any man, or I shall lose my life." The old king begged hard, but she would tell him nothing. Then he said-- "If you will not tell me thy story, tell thy grief to the iron stove there," and then he went away.