“I know more than that,” croaked the second raven, “Even if the horse is slain, the young king will still not keep his bride for when the two of them enter the palace together they will find a ready-made wedding shirt in a cupboard, which looks as though it were woven of gold and silver but is really made of nothing but sulphur and tar. When the king puts it on it will burn him to his marrow and bones.”
“Is there no escape from this fate?” croaked the third raven.
“Oh, yes!” the second raven croaked back, “If someone seizes the shirt with gloved hands and throws it into the fire, letting it burn to ash, then the young king will live. But what’s the good? Anyone knowing this and relating it will have a third of their body turned into stone, from the knees to the heart.”
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