The daughter then made the oven as hot as could be, and took Esben out of his prison in order to roast him. She brought the oven spade, and told Esben to seat himself on it, so that she could shoot him into the oven. Esben accordingly took his seat on it, but when she had got him to the mouth of the oven he spread his legs out wide, so that she could not get him pushed in. ‘You mustn’t sit like that,’ said she. ‘How then?’ said Esben. ‘You must cross your legs,’ said the daughter; but Esben could not understand what she meant by this. ‘Get out of the way,’ said she, ‘and I will show you how to place yourself.’ She seated herself on the oven spade, but no sooner had she done so than Esben laid hold of it, shot her into the oven, and fastened the door of it. Then he ran and seized the coverlet, but as soon as he did so it sounded so that it could be heard over eight kingdoms, and the witch, who was at Troms Church, came flying home, and shouted, ‘Hey! is that you again, Esben?’ ‘Ye--e--s!’ ‘It was you that made me kill my eleven daughters?’ ‘Ye--e--s!’ ‘And took my dove?’ ‘Ye--e--s!’ ‘And my beautiful boar?’ ‘Ye--e--s!’ ‘And drowned my twelfth daughter in the well, and took my lamp?’ ‘Ye--e--s!’ ‘And now you have roasted my thirteenth and last daughter in the oven, and taken my coverlet?’ ‘YeÄeÄs!’ ‘Are you coming back again?’ ‘No, never again,’ said Esben. At this the witch became so furious that she sprang into numberless pieces of flint, and from this come all the flint stones that one finds about the country. Esben had found again his little stick, which the witch had taken from him, so he said, Fly quick, my little stick, Carry me across the stream. Next moment he was back at the king’s palace. Here things were in a bad way, for the king had thrown all the eleven brothers into prison, and they were to be executed very shortly because they had not brought him the coverlet. Esben now went up to the king and gave him the coverlet, with which the king was greatly delighted. When he touched it it could be heard over eight kingdoms, and all the other kings sat and were angry because they had not one like it. Esben also told how everything had happened, and how Sir Red had done the brothers all the ill he could devise because he was envious of them. The brothers were at once set at liberty, while Sir Red, for his wickedness, was hanged on the highest tree that could be found, and so he got the reward he deserved. Much was made of Esben and his brothers, and these now thanked him for all that he had done for them. The twelve of them received as much gold and silver as they could carry, and betook themselves home to their old father. When he saw again his twelve sons, whom he had never expected to see more, he was so glad that he wept for joy. The brothers told him how much Esben had done, and how he had saved their lives, and from that time forward he was no longer the butt of the rest at home.