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Updated: June 13, 2025
Along the roadside one fire after another was burning, and beside these fires were gathered groups of people who called to him in the sweetest, most enticing words. Petru's very breath froze, yet he did not yield, but ordered the bay to go on at a walk.
Petru's heart leaped at the sight, for all the way along he had been followed by a crowd of shadowy figures who danced about him from right to left, and from back to front, and Petru, though a brave man, felt now and then a thrill of fear. 'They won't hurt you, said the horse; 'they are just the daughters of the whirlwind amusing themselves while they are waiting for the ogre of the moon.
On the moor was a throng of phantoms flitting on Petru's right and left hand, before and behind him. "Don't be afraid," said the bay. "Those are the Whirlwind's daughters; they are dancing in the air, waiting for the moon eater." So they reached Holy Friday's house. "Dismount and enter," said the bay. Petru was about to do what he had been told.
'Make one more struggle; it is nearly over now, said the horse, seeing that Petru's strength was waning fast. Petru wiped the sweat from his brow with his gauntlet, and with a desperate effort rose to his feet. 'Strike the Welwa on the mouth with the bridle, said the horse, and Petru did it.
"And go as fast as you can," and they all set off together. They reached the deserted well. There was nothing left of Petru except bones and ashes. Holy Wednesday took the bones and fitted them together not a single one was missing. Holy Friday ordered the whirlwinds to search the bottom of the well, turn up all the dust, and collect Petru's ashes. This was done.
Only the bay was sad and hung his head mournfully. After the brothers had talked a long time about the old emperor, the country, and Petru's journey, Florea began to frown. "Brother Petru, this is a wicked world! wouldn't it be better for you to give us the water to carry? People will come to meet you, but nobody will know any thing about us, whence we come, where we are going, or what we have."
The Spring wind blew upon it once and stiffened it, then Petru's bones were smeared with it seven times from head to foot, seven times from foot to head, seven times across one way, and seven times across the other, and, when this was done, up sprang the hero, a hundred thousand times handsomer, braver, and prouder than before. "Jump on the horse!" said Holy Friday.
'Sweet be your life, for you have delivered me from enchantment, said the second Welwa, and they all journeyed on as before. But soon they came to a gold wood more lovely far than the other two, and again Petru's companions pleaded with him to ride through it quickly, and to leave the flowers alone.
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