The way in which the princess smiled when she said this gave Niels some hope that things might not be bad for him after all, and he was yet more encouraged when he thought of the words engraver on the horn, though the last line still seemed too good to be true. However, the arrival of the king soon settled the matter: the princess was willing and so was Niels, and in a few days the wedding bells were ringing. Niels was made an earl by that time, and looked as handsome as any of them when dressed in all his robes. Before long the old king died, and Niels reigned after him; but whether his father and mother stayed with him, or went back to the moor in Jutland, or were sent to Rome in a carriage and four, is something that all the historians of his reign have forgotten to mention. Shepherd Paul Once upon a time a shepherd was taking his flock out to pasture, when he found a little baby lying in a meadow, left there by some wicked person, who thought it was too much trouble to look after it. The shepherd was fond of children, so he took the baby home with him and gave it plenty of milk, and by the time the boy was fourteen he could tear up oaks as if they were weeds. Then Paul, as the shepherd had called him, grew tired of living at home, and went out into the world to try his luck. He walked on for many miles, seeing nothing that surprised him, but in an open space of the wood he was astonished at finding a man combing trees as another man would comb flax. “Good morning, friend,” said Paul; “upon my word, you must be a strong man!” The man stopped his work and laughed. “I am Tree Comber,” he answered proudly; “and the greatest wish of my life is to wrestle with Shepherd Paul.” “May all your wishes be fulfilled as easily, for I am Shepherd Paul, and can wrestle with you at once,” replied the lad; and he seized Tree Comber and flung him with such force to the ground that he sank up to his knees in the earth. However, in a moment he was up again, and catching hold of Paul, threw him so that he sank up to his waist; but then it was Paul’s turn again, and this time the man was buried up to his neck. “That is enough,” cried he; “I see you are a smart fellow, let us become friends.” “Very good,” answered Paul, and they continued their journey together. By-and-by they reached a man who was grinding stones to powder in his hands, as if they had been nuts. “Good morning,” said Paul politely; “upon my word, you must be a strong fellow!” “I am Stone Crusher,” answered the man, and the greatest wish of my life is to wrestle with Shepherd Paul.” “May all your wishes be as easily fulfilled, for I am Shepherd Paul, and will wrestle with you at once,” and the sport began. After a short time the man declared himself beaten, and begged leave to go with them; so they all three travelled together. A little further on they came upon a man who was kneading iron as if it had been dough. “Good morning,” said Paul, “you must be a strong fellow.”