It is easy to appeal to the sympathies of tender-hearted men. When the prince came into the room, I used one of my best illusions. I fastened myself to the ceiling by chains, and hung above a boiling cauldron of pitch.

I begged the young fellow to throw water on me and relieve my suffering. Of course he did.

Poof! The palace whirled on its own foundations, spun round the prince’s dazzled head, and disappeared.

Now the queen is in my power again, and her lovely daughter is mine.

The Escape Artist in The Witch and Her Servants, Yellow Fairy Book