We know who the true king is, we who live underneath everything. We know everything that lies under the castle, in the storehouse. So when the king’s son found the door, and came in to see us, I called my maid:
“Little green waiting maid
Waiting maid of the limping leg,
Little dog of the limping leg,
Hop hither and thither
And quickly see who is without!”
Old Toad Under the Castle in The Three Feathers, Grimms. Illustration by Anne Anderson.