Then she gave him her night…gown; but just then it came into
his head that he had forgotten to lock the door; and he was forced
to go downstairs and do it before he could lie down in bed again。
So off he went with the sheet; and the night…gown too。
An hour later the real Governor returned。
‘Well; what a time it has taken to lock the house door; father!'
said his wife; ‘and what have you done with the sheet and the
night…gown?'
‘What do you mean?' asked the Governor。
‘Oh; I am asking you what you have done with the night…gown
and sheet that you got to wipe the blood off yourself with;' said she。
‘Good heavens!' said the Governor; ‘has he actually got the
better of me again?'
When day came the Master Thief came too; and wanted to
have the Governor's daughter as had been promised; and the
Governor dared do no otherwise than give her to him; and much
money besides; for he feared that if he did not the Master Thief
might steal the very eyes out of his head; and that he himself would
be ill spoken of by all men。 The Master Thief lived well and happily
from that time forth; and whether he ever stole any more or not I
cannot tell you; but if he did it was but for pastime。
'5' From P。 C。 Asbjornsen。
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