Away they flew through the storm,and the traveling companion wore out all three scourges on their backs.Never had the sorcerer felt such a hailstorm.As he said good-by to the Princess outside the palace,he whispered to her,“Think of my head.”
But the traveling companion overheard it,and just at the moment when the Princess slipped in through her window and the sorcerer was turning around,he caught him by his long black beard,and with the sword he cut the sorcerer's ugly head off,right at the shoulders,so that the sorcerer himself didn't even see it.He threw the body into the sea for the fishes to eat,but the head he only dipped in the water,wrapped it in his silk handkerchief,and took it back to the inn,where he lay down to sleep.
Next morning he gave John the handkerchief but told him not to open it until the Princess asked him to guess what she had thought about.
The hall was so full of people that they were packed together as closely as radishes tied together in a bundle.The judges sat in their chairs with the soft pillows.The old King had put on his new clothes,and his crown and sceptre had been polished to look their best.But the Princess was deathly pale,and she wore black,as if she were attending a funeral.
“Of what have I thought?”she asked John.He at once untied the handkerchief,and was quite frightened himself when he saw the sorcerer's hideous head roll out of it.Everyone there shuddered at this terrible sight,but the Princess sat like stone,without a word to say.Finally she got up and gave John her hand,for his guess was good.She looked no one in the face,but sighed and said: