Thethirdday，onhisreturnfromthewoodheconsentedtohavehisstrengthtestedforthelasttime。Soshetookaverystrongcordofsilk，whichshehadpreparedbytherobber’sadvice，andthistime，thoughtheprincepulledandtuggedwithallhismight，hecouldnotbreakthecord。Sohecalledtoherandsaid:’Sister，thistimethecordissostrongIcannotbreakit。Comeandunfastenitforme。’
Butinsteadofcomingshecalledtotherobber，whorushedintotheroombrandishingaknife，withwhichhepreparedtoattacktheprince。
Buttheprincespokeandsaid:
’Havepatienceforoneminute。IwouldlikebeforeIdietoblowthreeblastsonmyhuntinghorn——oneinthisroom，oneonthestairs，andoneinthecourtyard。’
Sotherobberconsented，andtheprinceblewthehorn。Atthefirstblast，thefox，whichwasasleepinthecageinthecourtyard，awoke，andknewthathismasterneededhelp。Soheawokethewolfbyflickinghimacrosstheeyeswithhisbrush。