"He is such a low-born man," said she, "that it is not likely that he killed the dragon."
"I should like to see him," said he.
So they brought the woodcutter before him, and the knight asked to see the heads. So they brought the heads. He looked at the heads and said:
"There are no tongues in these heads. Where are the tongues?"
Then he turned to the woodcutter: "Did you really kill the cruel dragon?" he said.
The woodcutter persisted in his story.
"And how did you cut the heads off?"
"With my hatchet."
"Why, you couldn't do it with your hatchet. You are a liar."
The woodcutter was taken aback and did not know what to say. He was frightened already, but he said: "It happened that the dragon didn't have any tongues."
The knight produced the tongues and said: "Here are the tongues, and it was I who killed the cruel dragon."
The princess took hold of him and embraced and kissed him, and she was ready to marry him on the spot. As for the woodcutter, he was kicked out in disgrace, and they put him
