After the repast was concluded, she told
him she had a task for him. She wiped his mouth with a handkerchief,
saying, "You must show me that handkerchief to-morrow morning, or
else you will lose your head." With that she put it in her bosom.
The Prince went to bed in great sorrow, but Jack's cap of knowledge
informed him how it was to be obtained. In the middle of the night she
called upon her familiar spirit to carry her to Lucifer. But Jack put
on his coat of darkness and his shoes of swiftness, and was there as
soon as she was. When she entered the place of the demon, she gave the
handkerchief to him, and he laid it upon a shelf, whence Jack took it
and brought it to his master, who showed it to the lady next day, and
so saved his life. On that day, she gave the Prince a kiss and told
him he must show her the lips to-morrow morning that she kissed last
night, or lose his head.
"Ah!" he replied, "if you kiss none but mine, I will."
"That is neither here nor there," said she; "if you do not, death's
your portion!"
At midnight she went as before, and was angry with the demon for
letting the handkerchief go. "But now," quoth she, "I will be too
hard for the King's son, for I will kiss thee and he is to show me thy
lips.
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