"You surmise too rightly, count, that your daughter is dead," answered the woodcutter.

"Five miles by foot, but riding you'll scarce do it in ten," answered the woodcutter.

"You see her there, count," answered the woodcutter.

"You'll get no wood from me", answered the Woodcutter, "until I get an axe from you."

'Thou speakest truly,' answered the Woodcutter, 'yet did I show thee pity when I found thee in the forest.'

"No," answered the woodcutter, "but the man who follows me did; I will enter and wait for him."