"yes," said the smith, and looked at him, and thought, "that is a strong fellow who will strike out well, and earn his bread." so he asked, "how much wages dost thou want?" "i don’t want any at all," he replied, "only every fortnight, when the other journeymen are paid, i will give thee two blows, and thou must bear them." the miser was heartily satisfied, and thought he would thus save much money. next morning, the strange journeyman was to begin to work, but when the master brought the glowing bar, and the youth struck his first blow, the iron flew asunder, and the anvil sank so deep into the earth, that there was no bringing it out again. then the miser grew angry, and said, "oh, but i can’t make any use of you, you strike far too powerfully; what will you have for the one blow?"