…Now when the ship drew near the land it came to pass just as the ravens had predicted.
A splendid chestnut horse bounded forward.
There it stood prancing and preening as the party came ashore.
“What a happy chance!” pronounced the king turning to the Princess, “this regal beast shall carry us both to my palace.”
Just as the king was about to mount, Trusty John sprang before him, seized the pistol out of the holster and shot the horse dead.
“What a crime to kill the beautiful beast that was to bear us to your palace!” Cried the Princess.
But the king spoke kindly, “Let him alone; he is ever my most Trusty John. Who knows for what good end he may have done this thing?”
So, the royal couple went their way and entered the palace.
There in the hall stood a cupboard in which lay the ready-made bridal shirt, looking for all the world as though it were spun of gold and silver.
The king went toward it and was about to take hold of it, but Trusty John, pushing him aside, seized it with his gloved hands, threw it hastily into the fire, and let it burn to ash.
“What now!” Cried the Princess, “he has burned your bridal shirt.”
But once again the king spoke kindly, “Who knows for what good purpose he has done this? Let him alone, he is my most Trusty John.”
After the wedding had been celebrated, the marriage dance began, and the bride joined in, but Trusty John was watching her countenance carefully.
Of a sudden she grew deadly white and fell to the ground as if she were dead.
He sprang toward her, lifted her up, and bore her to a room, where he laid her down.
Kneeling beside her he drew three drops of blood from her right side and spat them out.
She soon breathed again and came to herself, but the king who did not know why Trusty John had acted as he did, flew into a rage, and cried, “Guards! Throw this man into prison!”