Very soon they both might have been heard snoring, and Pinkel knew that his time was come.Slipping off his shoes he stole into the hut on tiptoe, and taking from his pocket some food of which the goat was particularly fond, he laid it under his nose.Then, while the animal was eating it, he stuffed each golden bell with wool which he had also brought with him, stopping every minute to listen, lest the witch should awaken, and he should find himself changed into some dreadful bird or beast.But the snoring still continued, and he went on with his work as quickly as he could.When the last bell was done he drew another handful of food out of his pocket, and held it out to the goat, which instantly rose to its feet and followed Pinkel, who backed slowly to the door, and directly he got outside he seized the goat in his arms and ran down to the place where he had moored his boat.
As soon as he had reached the middle of the lake, Pinkel took the wool out of the bells, which began to tinkle loudly.Their sound awoke the witch, who cried out as before:
'Is that you, Pinkel?'
'Yes, dear mother, it is I,' said Pinkel.
'Have you stolen my golden goat?' asked she.
'Yes, dear mother, I have,' answered Pinkel.
'Are you not a knave, Pinkel?'
'Yes, dear mother, I am,' he replied.And the old witch shouted in a rage:
'Ah! beware how you come hither again, for next time you shall not escape me!'
But Pinkel laughed and rowed on.
The king was so delighted with the goat that he always kept it by his side, night and day; and, as he had promised, Pinkel was made ruler over the third part of the kingdom.As may be supposed, the brothers were more furious than ever, and grew quite thin with rage.
'How can we get rid of him?' said one to the other.And at length they remembered the golden cloak.
'He will need to be clever if he is to steal that!' they cried, with a chuckle.And when next the king came to see his horses they began to speak of Pinkel and his marvellous cunning, and how he had contrived to steal the lantern and the goat, which nobody else would have been able to do.
'But as he was there, it is a pity he could not have brought away the golden cloak,' added they.
'The golden cloak! what is that?' asked the king.And the young men described its beauties in such glowing words that the king declared he should never know a day's happiness till he had wrapped the cloak round his own shoulders.
'And,' added he, 'the man who brings it to me shall wed my daughter, and shall inherit my throne.'
'None can get it save Pinkel,' said they; for they did not imagine that the witch, after two warnings, could allow their brother to escape a third time.So Pinkel was sent for, and with a glad heart he set out.
He passed many hours inventing first one plan and then another, till he had a scheme ready which he thought might prove successful.
Thrusting a large bag inside his coat, he pushed off from the shore, taking care this time to reach the island in daylight.Having made his boat fast to a tree, he walked up to the hut, hanging his head, and putting on a face that was both sorrowful and ashamed.
'Is that you, Pinkel?' asked the witch when she saw him, her eyes gleaming savagely.
'Yes, dear mother, it is I,' answered Pinkel.
'So you have dared, after all you have done, to put yourself in my power!' cried she.'Well, you sha'n't escape me THIS time!' And she took down a large knife and began to sharpen it.'
