When I was in the bar having a few drinks, a few mates told me about the princess who lies dead in the church. The king needs a sentinel to stand guard over her. It would seem that the men who have done the watch are gone or dead by morning. In either case, they aren’t there to collect their hundred dollar payments.

Well, I could use a hundred dollars, so I put on a soldier’s uniform and I presented myself to the king. I went into the church and kept my eyes on the coffin. It was no hardship, but then, come 11 o’clock, when I was good and sober, I started to worry and I soon had an uncontrollable urge to run away. I looked everywhere for an escape, but the doors were locked.

Christopher the Smith in The Princess in the Chest, Pink Fairy Book