The Tinder Box (6)

The Tinder Box (6)

" That doesn't matter to you," replied the Witch.
" You have got your money, give me my tinder box. "

" We'll see ! " said the Soldier.
" Tell me at once what you want to do with it, or I will draw my sword and cut off your head ! "  

" No, " screamed the Witch.

The Soldier immediately cut off her head.
That was the end of the old Witch.

But he tied up all his gold in her apron, slung it like a bundle over his shoulder, put the tinder box in his pocket, and set out toward the town.

It was a splendid town !
He walked into the finest inn, ordered the best room and his favorite dinner; for now that he had so much money he was really rich.

It certainly occurred to the servant who had to clean
his boots that they were astonishingly old boots for such a rich lord. 
But that was because he had not yet bought new ones.

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