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 XXXXX the king and gave him the coverlet , with which the king was greatly delighted .
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