“Whatever do you mean?” said the rich brother, “why, you have nothing to eat, and you are giving festivals!” “I had nothing to eat before, but I am now as well off as you are.” “All right; I will come.” So next day the rich man, with his wife, went to the name-day; and they saw that the poor starveling had a big new house, much finer than many merchants’ houses. And the peasant gave them a rich dinner, with all kinds of meat and drink. So the rich man asked his brother: “Tell me, how did you become so rich?” Then the peasant told him the bare truth—how Sorrow had followed on his heels and how he and his Sorrow had gone into the inn, and he had drunk away all his goods and chattels to the last shred, until he had only his soul left in his body; and then how Sorrow had showed him the treasure-trove in the field, and he had thus freed himself from the thraldom of Sorrow. And the rich man became envious and thought: “I will go into the field and will lift the stone up. Sorrow will rend my brother’s body asunder, so that he cannot then brag of his riches in front of me.” So he left his wife behind and drove into the field, to the big stone. He whirled it off to the side and bowed down to see what was under the stone. And he had hardly bowed down, when Sorrow sprang up and sat on his shoulders. “O!” Sorrow cried. “You wanted to leave me here under the earth. Now I shall never depart from you.” “Listen, Sorrow: I was not the person who locked you up here!” “Who was it, then, if it was not you?” “My brother. I came in order to set you free.” “No, you are lying and deceiving me again. This time it shall not come off.” So Sorrow sat fast on the wretched merchant’s shoulders. He brought Sorrow with him home, and his household went from bad to worse. Sorrow began early in the morning enticing the merchant into the beerhouse day after day, and much property was drunk away. “This life is absolutely unbearable!” thought the merchant. “I have done Sorrow too good a service. I must now set myself free from him. How shall I?” So he thought and he thought it out. He went into his courtyard, cut two oak wedges, took a new wheel, and knocked one wedge from one end into the axle. He went up to Sorrow. “Now, Sorrow, must you lie about like that?” “What should I be doing? What else is there to do?” “Come into the courtyard; let us play hide-and-seek.” This suited Sorrow down to the ground, and at first the merchant hid and Sorrow found him at once. Then Sorrow had to hide. “You will not find me so easily: I can hide myself in any crack.” “What!” said the merchant. “Why, you could never get into this wheel, much less into a crack!” “What! I could not get into the wheel? Just look how I manage to hide myself in it!” So Sorrow crept into the wheel, and the merchant took the other oak wedge and drove it into the hub from the other side, and threw the wheel, with Sorrow inside, into the river. Sorrow was drowned, and the merchant lived as before.