'Well, then, let the knacker be called to cut off the head of the
horse I rode; it angered me on the way.'
Really, she was afraid that the horse would speak, and tell of her
treatment of the Princess. So it was settled, and the faithful Falada
had to die.
When this came to the ear of the real Princess, she promised the
knacker a piece of gold if he would do her a slight service. There was
a great dark gateway to the town, through which she had to pass every
morning and evening. 'Would he nail up Falada's head in this gateway,
so that she might see him as she passed?'
[Illustration: {Alas! dear Falada, there thou hangest.}]
The knacker promised to do as she wished, and when the horse's head
was cut off, he hung it up in the dark gateway. In the early
morning, when she and Conrad went through the gateway, she said in
passing--
'Alas! dear Falada, there thou hangest.'