As the queen sat weeping by the king's side, the mouse drew near and spoke to her. "O queen, there is one who can cure the king -- the hunter who lies in the lowest dungeon. Send for him quickly, lest it be too late."
Hastily the queen gave the order, and the hunter was brought to the king's side. Taking the box of cream from his chest, he put some on the wound. At once the swelling went down, the pain disappeared, and the king was well again.