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At last, proudly whinnying, she galloped in frisky triumph around the rick, and then quickly swam back to the place where she had left her master. "Well, Farao, is there anything the matter?" said the horseman, embracing his horse's head. The horse replied to the question with a familiar neigh, and rubbed her nose against her master's hip.
How I shall gnash upon them with my teeth, when they are bound. How tenderly I shall say to the young gentleman: 'Well, my boy, my gypsy child, were you in the garden? Did you see a wolf? Were you afraid of it? Shoo! Shoo!" Farao was impatiently pawing the scorched grass. "You too are looking for what is no more, Farao," the robber said, patting his horse's neck. "Don't grieve.
He buries his treasure once more in the depths of the rick; he himself knows not how much there might be. Then he attacks anew the hard, stale bread, the rancid bacon, and devours it to the last morsel. Perhaps some ready-prepared banquet awaited him on the morrow. Or perhaps he is accustomed to feasting only every third day. At last he stretches himself out on the grass, and calls to Farao.
To-morrow you shall stand up to your knees in provender, and then you shall carry your master on your back. Don't grieve, Farao." The robbers had completed their disguises. "Now take up the boats." Hidden among the reeds lay two skiffs, light affairs, each cut out of a piece of tree trunk: just such as would hold two men, and such as two men could carry on their shoulders over dry ground.
Along the winding road the mare Farao, treading lightly, led them: she too seemed to hasten, and sometimes broke through the reeds, making a short cut, as if she too were goaded on by some thirst for vengeance. Among the willows, wills-o'-the-wisps were dancing. They surrounded the horsemen, and followed their movements. Kandur smote at them with his lash.
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