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from the strange land. And the next day he went
hunting, and the evil counsellors surrounded and shot
at him with their darts, and beat him with the
gloves; but it was all in vain. Then he waved his
sword, and whomsoever he struck fell to the ground,
and he clapped them all in prison. But his wife
caressed and wheedled him again, and said: “ Nay,
but tell me, wherein doth thy strength le ?’—“ My
strength, darling,” said he, “lies in my boots.” Then
she drew off his boots while he slept, and gave them
to his enemies. And they fell upon him again as
he went out, but again he waved his sword, and as
many as he struck fell to the ground, and he put
them all in prison. Then his wife wheedled and
caressed him the third time. “Nay, but tell me,
darling,” quoth sbe, “wherein doth thy strength
lie?” Then he was wearied with her beseeching, and
said to her: “ My strength les in this sword of mine,
and in my shirt, aud so long as I have this shirt
on, nobody can touch me.” Then she caressed and
fondled him, and said: ‘Thou shouldst take a bath,
my darling, and well wash thyself. My father
always did so.” So he let himself be persuaded, and
no sooner had he undressed, than she changed all his
clothes for others, and gave his sword and his shirt
to his enemies. Then he came out of his bath, and
immediately they fell wpon him, cut him to pieces,