LLW: The executioner swung his sword onto Dietrich’s neck—his head fell. But instead of collapsing, the headless body staggered toward his sons. Step by step, the bloody corpse moved past them: the first, second, third... until he had passed all nine sons. Only then did the body collapse—a great fountain of blood shooting from his neck stump. King Rudolf, pale with horror, kept his promise and spared all nine sons. He left the place of execution as quickly as he could, deeply shaken by the eerie occurrence. This legend intertwines terror, miracle, and morality—warning against violence, celebrating fatherly sacrifice, and invoking the motif of a supernatural judgment.