So hard did she work , that in a few days she was able to make the horse-shoes . Early one morning she set out for the hill of poison . On her hands and feet she went , but even with the horse-shoes on she had to be very careful not to stumble , lest some poisoned thorns should enter into her flesh , and she should die . But when at last she was over , it was only to hear that her husband was to be married that day to the daughter of a great lord . Now there was to be a race in the town , and everyone meant to be there , except the stranger who had come over the hill of poison -- everyone , that is , but the cook , who was to make the bridal supper . Greatly he loved races , and sore was his heart to think that one should be run without his seeing it , so when he beheld a woman whom he did not know coming along the street , hope sprang up in him . ` Will you cook the wedding feast in place of me ? ' he said , ` and I will pay you well when I return from the race . ' Gladly she agreed , and cooked the feast in a kitchen that looked into the great hall , where the company were to eat it . After that she watched the seat where the bridegroom was sitting , and taking a plateful of the broth , she dropped the ring and the feather into it , and set if herself before him . With the first spoonful he took up the ring , and a thrill ran through him ; in the second he beheld the feather and rose from his chair . ` Who has cooked this feast ? ' asked he , and the real cook , who had come back from the race , was brought before him . ` He may be the cook , but he did not cook this feast , ' said the bridegroom , and then inquiry was made , and the girl was summoned to the great hall . ` That is my married wife , ' he declared , ` and no one else will I have , ' and at that very moment the spells fell off him , and never more would he be a hoodie . Happy indeed were they to be together again , and little did they mind that the hill of poison took long to cross , for she had to go some way forwards , and then throw the horse-shoes back for him to put on . Still , at last they were over , and they went back the way she had come , and stopped at the three houses in order to take their little sons to their own home . But the story never says who had stolen them , nor what the coarse comb had to do with it . From ` West Highland Tales . ' The Brownie of the Lake Once upon a time there lived in France a man whose name was Jalm Riou .
You might have walked a whole XXXXX without meeting anyone happier or more contented , for he had a large farm , plenty of money , and above all , a daughter called Barbaik , the most graceful dancer and the best-dressed girl in the whole country side .
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