Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 10, 2025
It was not yesterday, nor the day before, that Petru had fought his first battle, and he bore himself bravely. For three days and three nights the battle raged, and sometimes one had the upper hand, and sometimes the other, till at length they both lay struggling on the ground, but Petru was on top, with the point of his sword at the giant's throat. 'Let me go! let me go! shrieked he.
The old nurse took the bridle, smoked it with incense, muttered a short spell over it, and then said to Petru. "Now take the bridle and strike the pillars of the house with it." Petru did as he was told. The old woman's charm worked well. Scarcely had Petru struck the pillars when something happened I don't know how that utterly amazed him.
She received it with joy, and after a short rest Petru set forth, for he had no time to lose. He stopped a few minutes, as he had promised, with the Goddess of Thunder, and was taking a hasty farewell of her, when she called him back. 'Stay, I have a warning to give you, said she.
Petru turned away in anger, and went back to his old nurse. 'Do not be cast down, she said with a smile; 'if that is how the affair stands all will go well. Go and fetch the scrap of the reins; I shall soon know what must be done. The place was full of saddles, bridles, and bits of leather.
It is not much to look at, but it is enchanted, and whoever carries it will never be struck by lightning, pierced by a lance, or smitten with a sword, and the arrows will glance off his body. Petru thanked her and rode off, and, taking out his treasure box, inquired how matters were going at home. Not well, it said.
And Petru grew so exhausted he could scarcely move his arm. 'Let us wait a little and rest, cried the Welwa for the second time, 'for I see you are as weary as I am. 'You must not stop an instant, said the horse. And Petru went on fighting, though he barely had strength to move his arm.
Such were the emperor's words. Petru took his hat from the bench by the stove, and went to tell his brothers what he had heard. The princes consulted together and soon settled the matter, as is proper among own brothers. Florea, being the oldest, went to the stables, chose the best and handsomest horse, saddled it, and bade farewell to home.
"You see, my dear Petru," the old nurse began, "you can't reach the fountain of the Fairy Aurora unless you ride the horse which your father the emperor rode in his youth; go, ask where and whose that horse is, then mount it and depart." Petru thanked her for her directions, and then went off to inquire about the horse. "May the light grow black to you!" said the emperor.
Petru did not quail, but began to roll up his sleeves and spit upon his hands. "Out of the way!" he shouted. The dragon began to spit fire. Petru wasted no more words, but drew his sword and prepared to rush upon the bridge.
"We are now entering the domain of Holy Wednesday. So long as we ride through it, we shall experience nothing but cold, cold, cold. Fires are kept burning all along the roadside, and I'm afraid you will go and warm yourself." "Why shouldn't I warm myself?" "You'll fare badly if you do," said the bay anxiously. "Forward," said Petru fearlessly, "I will be cold, too, if necessary."
Word Of The Day
Others Looking