"Dear husband, pray do me one piece of kindness."
"That I will," said the prince.
"Then tell one of your knackers to cut off the head of the horse I
rode upon, for it was very unruly, and plagued me sadly on the road."
In reality she was very much afraid lest Falada should some day or
other speak, and tell all that she had done to the princess. She
carried her point, and the faithful Falada was killed. When the true
princess heard of it she wept, and begged the man to nail up Falada's
head over a large dark gate of the city, through which she had to pass
every morning and evening, that there she might see him sometimes. The
slaughterer said he would do as she wished, and he cut off the head,
and nailed it up under the dark gate.
Early the next morning, as the princess and Conrad went through the
gate, she said sorrowfully--
"Falada, Falada, there thou hangest!"