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At last the peasant pinched the raven once more till he croaked,

and said: 'Fourthly, he says that there are some cakes under the

bed.' 'That would be a fine thing!' cried the miller, and looked

there, and found the cakes.

And now the two sat down to the table together, but the miller's

wife was frightened to death, and went to bed and took all the

keys with her. The miller would have liked much to know the

fifth, but the little peasant said: 'First, we will quickly eat

the four things, for the fifth is something bad.' So they ate,

and after that they bargained how much the miller was to give for

the fifth prophecy, until they agreed on three hundred talers.

Then the peasant once more pinched the raven's head till he

croaked loudly. The miller asked: 'What did he say?' The peasant

replied: 'He says that the Devil is hiding outside there in the

closet on the porch.' The miller said: 'The Devil must go out,'

and opened the house-door; then the woman was forced to give up

the keys, and the peasant unlocked the closet.