the king’s son went to his servants and said to the stout one, "thou shalt be my guest to-day, and shalt eat thy fill." hereupon the stout one stretched himself out and ate the three hundred oxen without leaving one single hair, and then he asked if he was to have nothing but his breakfast. he drank the wine straight from the casks without feeling any need of a glass, and he licked the last drop from his finger-nails. when the meal was over, the prince went to the old woman, and told her that the second task also was performed. she wondered at this and said, "no one has ever done so much before, but one task still remains," and she thought to herself, "thou shalt not escape me, and wilt not keep thy head on thy shoulders! this night," said she, "i will bring my daughter to thee in thy chamber, and thou shalt put thine arms round her, but when you are sitting there together, beware of falling asleep. when twelve o’clock is striking, i will come, and if she is then no longer in thine arms, thou art lost." the prince thought, "the task is easy, i will most certainly keep my eyes open." nevertheless he called his servants, told them what the old woman had said, and remarked, "who knows what treachery lurks behind this? foresight is a good thing keep watch, and take care that the maiden does not go out of my room again." when night fell, the old woman came with her daughter, and gave her into the princes’s arms, and then the tall one wound himself round the two in a circle, and the stout one placed himself by the door, so that no living creature could enter. there the two sat, and the maiden spake never a word, but the moon shone through the window on her face, and the prince could behold her wondrous beauty. he did nothing but gaze at her, and was filled with love and happiness, and his eyes never felt weary. this lasted until eleven o’clock, when the old woman cast such a spell over all of them that they fell asleep, and at the self-same moment the maiden was carried away.