Peter suddenly appeared in his former shape as a
discharged soldier; he entered by the window and said, “Godless man,
what art thou doing? How can the dead maiden arise, when thou hast
thrown about her bones in such confusion?” “Dear brother, I have done
everything to the best of my ability,” he answered. “This once, I will
help thee out of thy difficulty, but one thing I tell thee, and that is
that if ever thou undertakest anything of the kind again, it will be
the worse for thee, and also that thou must neither demand nor accept
the smallest thing from the King for this!” Thereupon St. Peter laid
the bones in their right order, said to the maiden three times, “In the
name of the most holy Trinity, dead maiden, arise,” and the King’s
daughter arose, healthy and beautiful as before. Then St. Peter went
away again by the window, and Brother Lustig was rejoiced to find that
all had passed off so well, but was very much vexed to think that after
all he was not to take anything for it. “I should just like to know,”
thought he, “what fancy that fellow has got in his head, for what he
gives with one hand he takes away with the other there is no sense
whatever in it!” Then the King offered Brother Lustig whatsoever he
wished to have, but he did not dare to take anything; however, by hints
and cunning, he contrived to make the King order his knapsack to be
filled with gold for him, and with that he departed. When he got out,
St. Peter was standing by the door, and said, “Just look what a man
thou art; did I not forbid thee to take anything, and there thou hast
thy knapsack full of gold!” “How can I help that,” answered Brother
Lustig, “if people will put it in for me?” “Well, I tell thee this,
that if ever thou settest about anything of this kind again thou shalt
suffer for it!” “Eh, brother, have no fear, now I have money, why
should I trouble myself with washing bones?” “Faith,” said St. Peter,
“the gold will last a long time! In order that after this thou mayst
never tread in forbidden paths, I will bestow on thy knapsack this
property, namely, that whatsoever thou wishest to have inside it, shall
be there. Farewell, thou wilt now never see me more.” “Good-bye,” said
Brother Lustig, and thought to himself, “I am very glad that thou hast
taken thyself off, thou strange fellow; I shall certainly not follow
thee.” But of the magical power which had been bestowed on his
knapsack, he thought no more.
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