“Well, well, I will,” said he, “but there is nothing to tell about it. I and my wife have lived all our days on a moor in North Jutland, until this last year, when she took a fancy to go to Rome. We set out with our two sons but turned back long before we got there, and are now on our way home again. That’s all my own story, and our two sons have lived with us all their days, so there is nothing more to be told about them either.” “Yes there is,” said Rasmus; “when we were on our way south, we slept in the wood near here one night, and I shot a stag.” The steward was so much accustomed to hearing stories of no importance that he thought there was no use going further with this, but reported to the princess that the newcomers had nothing to tell. “Did you question them all?” she said. “Well, no; not directly,” said he; “but the father said that none of them could tell me any more than he had done.” “You are getting careless,” said the princess; “I shall go and talk to them myself.” Niels knew the princess again as soon as she entered the room, and was greatly alarmed, for he immediately supposed that all this was a device to discover the person who had run away with the sword, the slipper and the half of the handkerchief, and that it would fare badly with him if he were discovered. So he told his story much the same as the others did (Niels was not very particular), and thought he had escaped all further trouble, when Rasmus put in his word. “You’ve forgotten something, Niels,” he said; “you remember you found a sword near here that night I shot the stag.” “Where is the sword?” said the princess. “I know,” said the steward, “I saw where he laid it down when they came in;” and off he went to fetch it, while Niels wondered whether he could make his escape in the meantime. Before he had made up his mind, however, the steward was back with the sword, which the princess recognised at once. “Where did you get this?” she said to Niels. Niels was silent, and wondered what the usual penalty was for a poor sheep-farmer’s son who was so unfortunate as to deliver a princess and carry off things from her bed-room. “See what else he has about him,” said the princess to the steward, and Niels had to submit to be searched: out of one pocket came a gold-embroidered slipper, and out of another the half of a gold-hemmed handkerchief. “That is enough,” said the princess; “now we needn’t ask any more questions. Send for my father the king at once.” “Please let me go,” said Niels; “I did you as much good as harm, at any rate.” “Why, who said anything about doing harm?” said the princess. “You must stay here till my father comes.”