So Brother Lustig began to go through also, but
the water grew deeper and reached to his throat. Then he cried,
“Brother, help me!” St. Peter said, “Then wilt thou confess that thou
hast eaten the lamb’s heart?” “No,” said he, “I have not eaten it.”
Then the water grew deeper still and rose to his mouth. “Help me,
brother,” cried the soldier. St. Peter said, “Then wilt thou confess
that thou hast eaten the lamb’s heart?” “No,” he replied, “I have not
eaten it.” St. Peter, however, would not let him be drowned, but made
the water sink and helped him through it. Then they journeyed onwards, and came to a kingdom where they heard
that the King’s daughter lay sick unto death. “Hollo, brother!” said
the soldier to St. Peter, “this is a chance for us; if we can heal her
we shall be provided for, for life!” But St. Peter was not half quick
enough for him, “Come, lift your legs, my dear brother,” said he, “that
we may get there in time.” But St. Peter walked slower and slower,
though Brother Lustig did all he could to drive and push him on, and at
last they heard that the princess was dead. “Now we are done for!” said
Brother Lustig; “that comes of thy sleepy way of walking!” “Just be
quiet,” answered St. Peter, “I can do more than cure sick people; I can
bring dead ones to life again.” “Well, if thou canst do that,” said
Brother Lustig, “it’s all right, but thou shouldst earn at least half
the kingdom for us by that.” Then they went to the royal palace, where
every one was in great grief, but St. Peter told the King that he would
restore his daughter to life. He was taken to her, and said, “Bring me
a kettle and some water,” and when that was brought, he bade everyone
go out, and allowed no one to remain with him but Brother Lustig. Then
he cut off all the dead girl’s limbs, and threw them in the water,
lighted a fire beneath the kettle, and boiled them. And when the flesh
had fallen away from the bones, he took out the beautiful white bones,
and laid them on a table, and arranged them together in their natural
order. When he had done that, he stepped forward and said three times,
“In the name of the holy Trinity, dead woman, arise.” And at the third
time, the princess arose, living, healthy and beautiful. Then the King
was in the greatest joy, and said to St. Peter, “Ask for thy reward;
even if it were half my kingdom, I would give it thee.” But St. Peter
said, “I want nothing for it.” “Oh, thou tomfool!” thought Brother
Lustig to himself, and nudged his comrade’s side, and said, “Don’t be
so stupid! If thou hast no need of anything, I have.” St. Peter,
however, would have nothing, but as the King saw that the other would
very much like to have something, he ordered his treasurer to fill
Brother Lustig’s knapsack with gold. Then they went on their way, and
when they came to a forest, St. Peter said to Brother Lustig, “Now, we
will divide the gold.” “Yes,” he replied, “we will.” So St. Peter
divided the gold, and divided it into three heaps. Brother Lustig
thought to himself, “What craze has he got in his head now? He is
making three shares, and there are only two of us!” But St. Peter said,
“I have divided it exactly; there is one share for me, one for thee,
and one for him who ate the lamb’s heart.”

“Oh, I ate that!” replied Brother Lustig, and hastily swept up the
gold. “You may trust what I say.” “But how can that be true,” said St.
Peter, “when a lamb has no heart?” “Eh, what, brother, what can you be
thinking of? Lambs have hearts like other animals, why should only they
have none?” “Well, so be it,” said St. Peter, “keep the gold to
yourself, but I will stay with you no longer; I will go my way alone.”
“As you like, dear brother,” answered Brother Lustig. “Farewell.”

Then St. Peter went a different road, but Brother Lustig thought, “It
is a good thing that he has taken himself off, he is certainly a
strange saint, after all.” Then he had money enough, but did not know
how to manage it, squandered it, gave it away, and and when some time
had gone by, once more had nothing. Then he arrived in a certain
country where he heard that a King’s daughter was dead. “Oh, ho!”
thought he, “that may be a good thing for me; I will bring her to life
again, and see that I am paid as I ought to be.” So he went to the
King, and offered to raise the dead girl to life again. Now the King
had heard that a discharged soldier was traveling about and bringing
dead persons to life again, and thought that Brother Lustig was the
man; but as he had no confidence in him, he consulted his councillors
first, who said that he might give it a trial as his daughter was dead. Then Brother Lustig ordered water to be brought to him in a kettle,
bade every one go out, cut the limbs off, threw them in the water and
lighted a fire beneath, just as he had seen St. Peter do. The water
began to boil, the flesh fell off, and then he took the bones out and
laid them on the table, but he did not know the order in which to lay
them, and placed them all wrong and in confusion. Then he stood before
them and said, “In the name of the most holy Trinity, dead maiden, I
bid thee arise,” and he said this thrice, but the bones did not stir. So he said it thrice more, but also in vain: “Confounded girl that you
are, get up!” cried he, “Get up, or it shall be worse for you!” When he
had said that, St. Peter suddenly appeared in his former shape as a
discharged soldier; he entered by the window and said, “Godless man,
what art thou doing? How can the dead maiden arise, when thou hast
thrown about her bones in such confusion?” “Dear brother, I have done
everything to the best of my ability,” he answered. “This once, I will
help thee out of thy difficulty, but one thing I tell thee, and that is
that if ever thou undertakest anything of the kind again, it will be
the worse for thee, and also that thou must neither demand nor accept
the smallest thing from the King for this!” Thereupon St. Peter laid
the bones in their right order, said to the maiden three times, “In the
name of the most holy Trinity, dead maiden, arise,” and the King’s
daughter arose, healthy and beautiful as before. Then St. Peter went
away again by the window, and Brother Lustig was rejoiced to find that
all had passed off so well, but was very much vexed to think that after
all he was not to take anything for it. “I should just like to know,”
thought he, “what fancy that fellow has got in his head, for what he
gives with one hand he takes away with the other there is no sense
whatever in it!” Then the King offered Brother Lustig whatsoever he
wished to have, but he did not dare to take anything; however, by hints
and cunning, he contrived to make the King order his knapsack to be
filled with gold for him, and with that he departed.