There was once a king who had a daughter, and she was such a liar that no on could equal her. So he made it known that the one who could lie so that he made her say, "You're a liar!" would get both her and half the kingdom. There were many who tried, for everyone was too willing to have the princess and half the kingdom, but all of them fared badly.
Then there were three brothers who were bent upon trying their luck. The two eldest set out first, but they fared no better that the others. So the Ask Lad set out, and he met the princess in the stable. "Good day», he said, "It's a pleasure to meet you". "Good day," she said, "It's nice to meet you, too! You don't have as big a barn as we do," she said, "For when a shepherd stands at each end and blows on a ram's horn, one can't hear the other!"
"Oh, yes indeed!" said the boy. "Ours is much bigger, for when a cow is got with a calf at one end of it, she doesn't bear it before she gets to the other."
"You don't say so!» said the princess. "Well, you haven't such a big ox as we do. There you can see it! When a man sits on each horn, one can't reach the other with a twelve-foot pole!"
"Pooh!" said the boy. "We have an ox so big that, when someone is sitting on each horn blowing a lure , one can't hear the other."
"Oh, indeed?" said the princess. "But you don't have as much milk as we do, all the same," she said. "For we milk into enormous troughs, and carry it in and pour it into big cauldrons, and curdle big cheese!"
"Oh, we milk into great cauldrons, and cart them in and pour it into huge brewing vats, and curdle cheeses as big as a house. And then we have a gray mare to tread the cheese. But once it foaled in the cheese, and after we had been eating cheese for seven years, we came upon a big gray horse. I took a spruce tree and put it in for a backbone and no other back did the horse have as long as we had it. But that tree grew, and became so big that I climbed up to Heaven through it, and when I got there, one of the saints was sitting weaving a bristle rope of barley broth. All at once the spruce broke and I couldn't get down again, but the good saint lowered me down on one of the ropes, and I landed in a fox's den. And there sat my mother and your father patching shoes, and all at once my mother gave your father such a blow that the scurf flew off'im!"
"You're a liar!" said the princess. "My father never been scurvy in his life!"