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Updated: June 22, 2025
'Petru, my dear brother, at length said Florea, 'would it not be better if we carried the water for you? Some one might try to take it from you on the road, while no one would suspect us. 'So it would, added Costan. 'Florea speaks well. But Petru shook his head, and told them what the Goddess of Thunder had said, and about the cloth she had given him.
And both brothers understood there was only one way in which they could kill him. At a stone's throw from where they stood ran a rushing stream, with clear deep pools. 'Don't you feel thirsty, Costan? asked Florea, winking at him. 'Yes, replied Costan, understanding directly what was wanted. 'Come, Petru, let us drink now we have the chance, and then we will set out on our way home.
But Florea would not go; he knew by experience that the emperor was always vexed if any one asked him that question. Petru fared just the same when he went to his brother Costan. "Very well, if nobody else dares, I'll venture it!" he said at last. No sooner said than done, Petru instantly went and asked. "May your mother blind you!
Whoever lies once, will lie a second time; Florea mounted his horse and rode by the way Petru had smoothed to the Fairy Aurora's kingdom. When he had nearly reached her court, the fairy felt that some stranger was approaching. "Is any body coming?" she asked, rather sharply. "Some one is coming," replied the dragons who mounted guard at the bridge. "How is he coming? Over or under the bridge?"
Florea, the eldest, was so tall and broad-shouldered that no man in the kingdom could approach him. Costan, the second, was quite different. Small of stature, and slightly built, he had a strong arm and stronger wrist. Petru, the third and youngest, was tall and thin, more like a girl than a boy. He spoke very little, but laughed and sang, sang and laughed, from morning till night.
And the end of it was that Florea, as the eldest, went to the stables, chose the best and handsomest horse they contained, saddled him, and took leave of the court.
The bridge was what we know. Florea passed under it. "The hero is passing under the bridge!" replied the dragons, somewhat amused. "See to him, or the light will become black to you," said the fairy, receiving Florea at his entrance. Florea was thrilled by the sight of so much beauty. "Welcome, my hero! Did you steal the water?" "Yes, you are right, I took it." "Did you drink the wine?"
"Yes, indeed," said Costan, "Florea speaks sensibly." Petru shook his head once or twice, and then told his brothers about his charmed handkerchief. They now perceived that there was only one way to kill the hero, so Florea began to talk to Petru over Costan's shoulders. About three stones'-throws off was a well of clear, cold water. "Aren't you thirsty, Costan?" asked Florea, winking at Costan.
"How did Holy Friday break the jug?" he said at last. "She began to dance with joy, and fell down with it." "How have I wrested the empire from my brothers?" The box now began to relate how Florea and Costan, as the emperor was now old and blind in both eyes, had gone to him and begged him to divide his kingdom between them.
And the moment the year, the month, the week, and the day were over Costan mounted his horse and took leave of his youngest brother. 'If I fail, then you come, said he, and followed the path that Florea had taken. The dragon on the bridge was more fearful and his three heads more terrible than before, and the young hero rode away still faster than his brother had done.
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