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Updated: May 10, 2025
He had already beheld marvelous things, but never even dreamed of a sight like this. "We will stand here or we shall fare badly," cried the horses in one breath. "Why should we fare badly?" asked Petru. "You'll pluck the flowers again. I know your heart will give you no rest until you do! And our youngest brother is seven times seven times stronger and more terrible than we three together.
'I own that I am beaten! 'Will you take me over the river? asked Petru. 'I will, gasped the giant. 'What shall I do to you if you break your word? 'Kill me, any way you like! But let me live now. 'Very well, said Petru, and he bound the giant's left hand to his right foot, tied one handkerchief round his mouth to prevent him crying out, and another round his eyes, and led him to the river.
Nothing more was heard either of him or Florea; and Petru remained alone. 'I must go after my brothers, said Petru one day to his father. 'Go, then, said his father, 'and may you have better luck than they'; and he bade farewell to Petru, who rode straight to the borders of the kingdom.
"Now strike the Welwa on the mouth with the bridle?" said the bay. Petru did as he was bid. The Welwa neighed so loudly that Petru thought he should be deafened, then, though so tired that it was scarcely able to move, rushed upon the hero. The fight was now not long. Petru managed to throw the bridle over this Welwa's head, too. When broad day came, the hero was riding on the fourth horse.
Water, yet it was not like water, for it did not seem to flow on the earth, but in some queer fashion to fly, or move in some way Enough, it left no trace behind and did not fly high. It was something that appeared to be nothing. "Oh, dear!" cried Petru. "Take courage and defend yourself, don't stand still," said the bay, but could not utter another word, for the water filled its mouth.
"I'll go home to get a better horse," said Petru, and he mounted his steed, and went away to come back again. When he reached the place his nurse, old Birscha, was waiting for him at the court-yard gate. "Ah, my son Petru! I knew you would be obliged to come back again, because you didn't set out right." "How ought I to have gone?" asked Petru, half angrily, half sadly.
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!
Before him was the gate a gate made entirely of flowers and other beautiful things. Below and beside the gate were more flowers, each one more beautiful than the other, so that Petru fancied he was treading upon clouds as he passed over them. On the right and left slept fairies, who should have guarded the entrance of the court-yard.
'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.
So let us go round the forest," said the bay. "Certainly not," replied Petru; "let us go through it! Let us see all, since we have seen something, and experience all, now that we have experienced part. Have no fear, I have none!" I need not tell you that Petru did again what he had already done twice. Oh dear! How could he help it?
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