The great king’s rage spent he loomed now over his weeping daughter. The thieving and sneaky lad was taken away by the king’s guard lest in his anger he smashes the youth into jelly and swallow him up. His daughter cried at this as her courtesans ministered to her. Through the catacombic halls where they took young Peer Gynt the calls of “Slay him! Slay him! Bite him in the haunches! Boil him into broth! Roast him on a pit! No, brown him in a stewpan!” rang out in devastating glee.

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