“What has happened?” asked the ogre, trembling with fright. “Do you see that troop of horsemen who are riding along the road? They are sent by the king to kill you!” “Oh, dear little fox, help us, we implore you!” cried the ogre and his wife. “Well, I will do what I can,” answered the fox. “The best place is for you both to hide in the big oven, and when the soldiers have gone by I will let you out.” The ogre and ogress scrambled into the oven as quick as thought, and the fox banged the door on them; just as he did so the king came up. “Do us the honour to dismount, your Majesty,” said the fox, bowing low. “This is the palace of Count Piro!” “Why it is more splendid than my own!” exclaimed the king, looking round on all the beautiful things that filled the hall. But why are there no servants?” “His Excellency the Count Piro wished the princess to choose them for herself,” answered the fox, and the king nodded his approval. He then rode on, leaving the bridal pair in the castle. But when it was dark and all was still, the fox crept downstairs and lit the kitchen fire, and the ogre and his wife were burned to death. The next morning the fox said to Count Piro: “Now that you are rich and happy, you have no more need of me; but, before I go, there is one thing I must ask of you in return: when I die, promise me that you will give me a magnificent coffin, and bury me with due honours.” “Oh, little, little fox, don’t talk of dying,” cried the princess, nearly weeping, for she had taken a great liking to the fox. After some time the fox thought he would see if the Count Piro was really grateful to him for all he had done, and went back to the castle, where he lay down on the door-step, and pretended to be dead. The princess was just going out for a walk, and directly she saw him lying there, she burst into tears and fell on her knees beside him. “My dear little fox, you are not dead,” she wailed; “you poor, poor little creature, you shall have the finest coffin in the world!” “A coffin for an animal?” said Count Piro. “What nonsense! just take him by the leg and throw him into the ditch.” Then the fox sprang up and cried: “You wretched, thankless beggar; have you forgotten that you owe all your riches to me?” Count Piro was frightened when he heard these words, as he thought that perhaps the fox might have power to take away the castle, and leave him as poor as when he had nothing to eat but the pears off his tree. So he tried to soften the fox’s anger, saying that he had only spoken in joke, as he had known quite well that he was not really dead. For the sake of the princess, the fox let himself be softened, and he lived in the castle for many years, and played with Count Piro’s children. And when he actually did die, his coffin was made of silver, and Count Piro and his wife followed him to the grave. [From Sicilianische Mährchen.] The Rogue And The Herdsman