This was still worse than before , they thought . Where could they get such a marvellous boar ? They all went about hanging their heads ; but when only one day remained of the three Esben came along . When he saw his brothers ' sorrowful looks he cried , ` Hallo , what 's the matter now ? ' ` Oh , what 's the use of telling you ? ' said his brothers . ` You ca n't help us , at any rate . ' ` Ah , you do n't know that , ' said Esben ; ` I 've helped you before . ' In the end they told him how Sir Red had stirred up the king against them , so that he had ordered them to get for him a boar with bristles of gold and silver time about . ` That 's all right , ' said Esben ; ` give me a sack of malt , and it is not quite impossible that I may be able to help you . ' Esben got his sack of malt ; then he took his little white stick , set himself upon it , and said , Fly quick , my little stick , Carry me across the stream . Off went the stick with him , and very soon he was again in the witch 's courtyard . There he emptied out the malt , and next moment came the boar , which had every second bristle of gold and of silver . Esben at once put it into his sack and hurried off before the witch should catch sight of him ; but the next moment she came running , and shouted after him , ` Hey ! is that you , Esben ? ' ` Ye -- e -- s ! ' ` Is it you that has taken my pretty boar ? ' ` Ye -- e -- s ! ' ` It was also you that took my dove ? ' ` Ye -- e -- s ! '
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