Jack was below in the yard at the time, and he heard what the king said, and he was very angry, and he went and got his sword and came running up the stairs to strike off the king’s head, but the man that kept the gate met him on the stairs before he could get to the king, and quieted him down, and when he got to the top of the stairs and the princess saw him, she gave a cry and ran into his arms.  And they tried the shoe and it fitted him, and his hair matched to the piece that had been cut off.  So then they were married, and a great feast was given for three days and three nights.

And at the end of that time, one morning there came a deer outside the window, with bells on it, and they ringing.  And it called out, “Here is the hunt, where is the huntsman and the hound?” So when Jack heard that he got up and took his horse and his hound and went hunting the deer.  When it was in the hollow he was on the hill, and when it was on the hill he was in the hollow, and that went on all through the day, and when night fell it went into a wood.  And Jack went into the wood after it, and all he could see was a mud-wall cabin, and he went in, and there he saw an old woman, about two hundred years old, and she sitting over the fire.  “Did you see a deer pass this way?” says Jack.  “I did not,” says she, “but it’s too late now for you to be following a deer, let you stop the night here.”  “What will I do with my horse and my hound?” said Jack.  “Here are two ribs of hair,” says she, “and let you tie them up with them.”  So Jack went out and tied up the horse and the hound, and when he came in again the old woman said, “You killed my three sons, and I’m going to kill you now,” and she put on a pair of boxing-gloves, each one of them nine stone weight, and the nails in them fifteen inches long.  Then they began to fight, and Jack was getting the worst of it.  “Help, hound!” he cried out, then “Squeeze hair,” cried out the old woman, and the rib of hair that was about the hound’s neck squeezed him to death.  “Help, horse!” Jack called out, then, “Squeeze hair,” called out the old woman, and the rib of hair that was about the horse’s neck began to tighten and squeeze him to death.  Then the old woman made an end of Jack and threw him outside the door.

To go back now to Bill.  He was out in the garden one day, and he took a look at the well, and what did he see but the water at the top was blood, and what was underneath was honey.  So he went into the house again, and he said to his mother, “I will never eat a second meal at the same table, or sleep a second night in the same bed, till I know what is happening to Jack.”

So he took the other horse and hound then, and set off, over the hills where cock never crows and horn never sounds, and the devil never blows his bugle.  And at last he came to the weaver’s house, and when he went in, the weaver says, “You are welcome, and I can give you better treatment than I did the last time you came in to me,” for she thought it was Jack who was there, they were so much like one another.  “That is good,” said Bill to himself, “my brother has been here.”  And he gave the weaver the full of a basin of gold in the morning before he left.