they were terrified, but they had not much time for reflection, for the old man seized the goldsmith and with the greatest speed, shaved the hair of his head clean off, and then the same thing happened to the tailor. but their fear left them when, after he had finished his work, the old man clapped them both on the shoulder in a friendly manner, as much as to say, they had behaved well to let all that be done to them willingly, and without any struggle. he pointed with his finger to a heap of coals which lay at one side, and signified to the travellers by his gestures that they were to fill their pockets with them. both of them obeyed, although they did not know of what use the coals would be to them, and then they went on their way to seek a shelter for the night. when they had got into the valley, the clock of the neighbouring monastery struck twelve, and the song ceased. in a moment all had vanished, and the hill lay in solitude in the moonlight.