But the following night Peter again heard the well-known voice whispering into his ear five or six times, 'Peter, get a warmer heart!' He felt no repentance at having killed his wife, but when he told the servants that she had gone on a journey, he always thought within himself, where is she gone to? Six days had thus passed away, and he still heard the voice at night, and still thought of the sylvan spirit and his terrible menace; but on the seventh morning he jumped up from his couch and cried, 'Well, then, I will see whether I can get a warmer heart, for the cold stone in my breast makes my life only tedious and desolate.' He quickly put on his best dress, mounted his horse, and rode towards the Tannenbühl. Having arrived at that part where the trees stand thickest, he dismounted, and went with a quick pace towards the summit of the hill, and as he stood before the thick pine he repeated the following verse: 'Keeper of wealth in the forest of pine, Hundreds of years are surely thine: Thine is the tall pine's dwelling-place-- Those born on Sunday see thy face.' The Little Glass Man appeared, not looking friendly and kindly as formerly, but gloomy and sad; he wore a little coat of black glass, and a long glass crape hung floating from his hat, and Peter well knew for whom he mourned. 'What do you want with me, Peter Munk?' asked he with a stern voice. 'I have one more wish, Mr. Schatzhauser,' replied Peter, with his eyes cast down. 'Can hearts of stone still wish?' said the former. 'You have all your corrupt mind can need, and I could scarcely fulfil your wish.' 'But you have promised to grant me three wishes, and one I have still left.' 'I can refuse it if it is foolish,' continued the spirit; 'but come, let me hear what you wish.' 'Well, take the dead stone out of me, and give me a living heart,' said Peter. 'Have I made the bargain about the heart with you?' asked the Little Glass Man. 'Am I the Dutch Michel, who gives wealth and cold hearts? It is of him you must seek to regain your heart.' 'Alas! he will never give it back,' said Peter. 'Bad as you are, yet I feel pity for you,' continued the little man, after some consideration; 'and as your wish is not foolish, I cannot at least refuse my help. Hear then. You can never recover your heart by force, only by stratagem, but probably you will find it without difficulty; for Michel will ever be stupid Michel, although he fancies himself very shrewd. Go straightway to him, and do as I tell you.' He now instructed Peter fully, and gave him a small cross of pure glass, saying, 'He cannot touch your life and will let you go when you hold this before him and repeat a prayer. When you have obtained your wish return to me.' Peter took the cross, impressed all the words on his memory, and started on his way to the Dutchman Michel's residence; there he called his name three times and immediately the giant stood before him.