The girls had come just at the right moment. They held him firm and did all they could to disentagle his beard from the line;but in vain, for beard and line were in a hopeless muddle. Nothing remained but to produce the scissors and cut the beard, and a small part of it was sacrificed.
When the dwarf saw what they were doing, the ungrateful little man yelled, "Do you call that manners, to disfigure a fellow's face? It wasn't enough that you shortened my beard before, but now you cut off the best bit of it. I won't dare show myself like this before my own people. I wish you'd never come at all."