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Updated: June 10, 2025
After Petru had left the couch, the palace, and the court-yard, and the sound of his flute could no longer be heard, the Fairy Aurora recovered her consciousness, opened her eyes, raised her head, and looked around her in every direction as if searching for something, though she herself did not exactly know what. "What was that?" she asked, half awake, half-dreaming "Who?"
Petru did what he was told, and scarcely had the reins touched the pillars when something happened HOW I have no idea that made Petru stare with surprise. A horse stood before him a horse whose equal in beauty the world had never seen; with a saddle on him of gold and precious stones, and with such a dazzling bridle you hardly dared to look at it, lest you should lose your sight.
He had scarcely ridden long enough to smoke a pipeful of tobacco, when he entered a new country. Here it was neither hot nor cold, but like the climate in spring when the lambs are being weaned. Petru began to breathe easily, but he was on a desolate moor consisting of sand and thistles.
But the Welwa had ceased to throw herself upon him, and began to deliver her blows cautiously, as if she had no longer power to strike. And on the third day they were still fighting, but as the morning sky began to redden Petru somehow managed how I cannot tell to throw the bridle over the head of the tired Welwa. In a moment, from the Welwa sprang a horse the most beautiful horse in the world.
"Stop," Holy Friday called from the window. "I have a word more to say. I want to give you a piece of advice." Petru went to the window. "Leave one horse here, and go on with only three. Ride slowly until you have reached the Fairy Aurora's kingdom. Then dismount and enter her country on foot.
That light was behind the palace of the Fairy of the Dawn, and it took Petru two days and nights through flowery meadows to reach it. And besides, it was neither hot nor cold, bright nor dark, but something of them all, and Petru did not find the way a step too long.
Then she began to say all sorts of things about the Fairy Aurora. What was Petru to do? He listened in silence, now and then saying: "Yes, yes, it is really too bad." What else could he do? "But I will set you a task, if you are a brave champion and will perform it," said Holy Friday, when both began to be sleepy.
The flowers went on beseeching him, and his heart grew ever weaker and weaker. 'What must come will come, said Petru at length; 'at any rate I shall see the Welwa of the woods, what she is like, and which way I had best fight her.
"Wait a while, I want to talk with you first," said Petru. "Swear that you will carry me over the river, then I'll release you for a fair fight." The giant took the oath, and Petru let him rise. When he was fairly awake he rushed upon the prince to crush him at a single blow. But he had met his match. Petru was more than a day old, and he, too, dashed boldly on the foe.
But if you can bring me water from the spring of the Fairy of the Dawn, to bathe my eyes, then they will laugh for evermore; for I shall know that my sons are brave enough to overcome any foe. Thus spoke the emperor, and Petru picked up his hat and went to find his brothers. The three young men took counsel together, and talked the subject well over, as brothers should do.
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