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Mogarzea wondered why the milk had increased so much, and was not satisfied until the lad assured him that he had not crossed the boundaries. They ate their supper and went to rest. The youth did not wait till it had become perfectly light, but at the first streak of dawn set off with the sheep straight to the elves' meadows.
'Oh, well, if you must have it, it is in a bottle on the window sill, said they, hoping that they might obtain their freedom at once. But they were mistaken. 'You have made so many men suffer, answered he sternly, 'that it is but just you should suffer yourselves, but to-morrow I will let you go. And he turned towards home, taking his sheep and the soul of Mogarzea with him.
When Mogarzea saw them, he took them, log and all, on his back and went to his father's kingdom, where every body rejoiced when he came home as brave and cheery as ever. But he pointed out his deliverer, who was following behind with the sheep. Then they all thanked the lad for his cleverness in rescuing Mogarzea from misfortune, and the festivities at the palace lasted three whole days.
'Well, if you really want to know my story, this is it: As I told you, my name is Mogarzea, and my father is an emperor. I was on my way to the Sweet Milk Lake, which lies not far from here, to marry one of the three fairies who have made the lake their home.
"Let me go now," he said, "poor Mogarzea will be hungry; to-morrow, if you wish, I'll play still better." "We will let you go," they replied, "but you know that if you don't come you will not escape our punishment." So they agreed that he was to come directly to them the next morning, sheep and all, then each went home.
Mogarzea tried in vain to make him stay, but, finding it was useless, he told him all he knew, for he himself had never seen the lake. For three summer days the boy and his flute journeyed on, till one evening he reached the lake, which lay in the kingdom of a powerful fairy.
After their work was done, they sat down to supper, and while they were eating the boy asked: "What is your name, father?" "Mogarzea," replied the big fellow. "I wonder you don't get tired of staying here alone in this wilderness." "Then you wonder without cause. Don't you know that the bear never dances willingly?" "Yes, you're right there," replied the boy.
'Now let me go, he cried at last, 'for poor Mogarzea must be dying of hunger. I will come and play for you to-morrow. 'Well, you may go! they said, 'but remember that even if you break your promise you will not escape us. So they both agreed that the next day he should come straight there with the sheep, and play to them till the sun went down. This being settled, they each returned home.
After the emperor's death Mogarzea divided the kingdom with his preserver. Cunning Ileane. Once upon a time something happened. If it had not happened, it would not be told. There was once an emperor who had three daughters; the oldest was beautiful, the middle one more beautiful, but the youngest, Ileane, was so fair that even the sun stopped to gaze at her and admire her charms.
Mogarzea was surprised to find that his sheep gave so much more milk than usual, but as the boy declared he had never crossed the border the big man did not trouble his head further, and ate his supper heartily.
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