Then the prince looked at her foot, and saw by the blood that streamed from it what a trick she had played him. So he brought the false bride back to her home, and said, “This is not the right bride; let the other sister try and put on the slipper.” Then she went into the room and got her foot into the shoe, all but the heel, which was too large. But her mother squeezed it in till the blood came, and took her to the king’s son; and he rode away with her. But when they came to the hazel-tree, the little dove sat there still, and sang as before. Then the king’s son looked down, and saw that the blood streamed from the shoe. So he brought her back again also. “This is not the true bride,” said he to the father; “have you no other daughters?”