hear? for the Prince said you were to come and try your hand at "baking."
"I bake!" said the Princess; "I can't bake, for I never did such a thing in my life."
"Well, you must go," said Hacon, "since the Prince has said it. If you can't bake, you can learn; you have only got to look how the rest bake; and mind, when you leave, you must steal me some bread."
"I can't steal," said the Princess.
"You can learn that too," said Hacon; "you know we live on short commons. But take care that the Prince doesn't see you, for he has eyes at the back of his head."
So when she was well on her way, Hacon ran by a short cut and reached the palace long before her, and threw off his rags and beard, and put on his princely robes.
The Princess took her turn in the bakehouse, and did as Hacon bade her, for she stole bread till her pockets were crammed full. So when she was about to go home at even, the Prince said—
"We don't know much of this old wife of Hacon Grizzlebeard's; I think we'd best see if she has taken anything away with her."
So he thrust his hand into all her pockets, and felt her all over, and when he found the bread, he was in a great rage, and led them all a sad life. She began to weep and bewail, and said—
"The beggar made me do it, and I couldn't help it."
"Well," said the Prince at last, "it ought to have gone hard with you; but all the same, for the sake of the beggar you shall be forgiven this once."
When she was well on her way, he threw off his robes,
