the master-thief went to the nearest town; there he bought the clothes of an old peasant woman, and put them on. then he stained his face brown, and painted wrinkles on it as well, so that no one could have recognized him. then he filled a small cask with old hungary wine in which was mixed a powerful sleeping-drink. he put the cask in a basket, which he took on his back, and walked with slow and tottering steps to the count’s castle. it was already dark when he arrived. he sat down on a stone in the court-yard and began to cough, like an asthmatic old woman, and to rub his hands as if he were cold. in front of the door of the stable some soldiers were lying round a fire; one of them observed the woman, and called out to her, "come nearer, old mother, and warm thyself beside us. after all, thou hast no bed for the night, and must take one where thou canst find it." the old woman tottered up to them, begged them to lift the basket from her back, and sat down beside them at the fire. "what hast thou got in thy little cask, old lady?" asked one. "a good mouthful of wine," she answered. "i live by trade, for money and fair words i am quite ready to let you have a glass." "let us have it here, then," said the soldier, and when he had tasted one glass he said, "when wine is good, i like another glass," and had another poured out for himself, and the rest followed his example. "hallo, comrades," cried one of them to those who were in the stable, "here is an old goody who has wine that is as old as herself; take a draught, it will warm your stomachs far better than our fire." the old woman carried her cask into the stable. one of the soldiers had seated himself on the saddled riding-horse, another held its bridle in his hand, a third had laid hold of its tail. she poured out as much as they wanted until the spring ran dry. it was not long before the bridle fell from the hand of the one, and he fell down and began to snore, the other left hold of the tail, lay down and snored still louder. the one who was sitting in the saddle, did remain sitting, but bent his head almost down to the horse’s neck, and slept and blew with his mouth like the bellows of a forge. the soldiers outside had already been asleep for a long time, and were lying on the ground motionless, as if dead.