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Is she still alive, or has she died?' But the king replied: 'She

let my dear son be torn to pieces by wild beasts; I will not have

her named.' Then the huntsman arose and said: 'Gracious lord

father she is alive still, and I am her son, and I was not

carried away by wild beasts, but by that wretch the old cook, who

tore me from her arms when she was asleep, and sprinkled her

apron with the blood of a chicken.' Thereupon he took the dog

with the golden collar, and said: 'That is the wretch!' and

caused live coals to be brought, and these the dog was compelled

to devour before the sight of all, until flames burst forth from

its throat. On this the huntsman asked the king if he would like

to see the dog in his true shape, and wished him back into the

form of the cook, in which he stood immediately, with his white

apron, and his knife by his side. When the king saw him he fell

into a passion, and ordered him to be cast into the deepest

dungeon.