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Updated: June 10, 2025
On each bank was a bridge-head, each guarded by four sleeping lions! But as to the bridge no human soul could cross it. One saw it with the eyes, but felt nothing but empty air if he tried to set foot on it. Who knows of what material it was made! Perhaps a little cloud. Enough, Petru remained on the river bank. Cross? That he could not do. Swim over it? That was not to be thought of!
It has no head, yet it is not headless, it does not fly through the air, yet neither does it walk on the earth. It has a mane like the horse, horns like the stag, a face like the bear, eyes like the polecat, and a body that resembles every thing except a living being! Such was the Welwa which rushed upon Petru.
Petru took the handkerchief and listened to her counsel; then dashed off on the bay, hurrying as fairy princes do hurry, when seized by homesickness. Petru did not dismount at Holy Wednesday's, but said, "How do you do," from his horse's back and rode on. Just at the right time he remembered his enchanted box, and, wishing to know what was going on in the world, drew it out of its case.
In the middle of this room, which was as large as a church, Petru saw the celebrated well that he had come so far to seek. It was a well just like other wells, and it seemed strange that the Fairy of the Dawn should have it in her own chamber; yet anyone could tell it had been there for hundreds of years. And by the well slept the Fairy of the Dawn the Fairy of the Dawn herself!
She had a mane like a horse, horns like a deer, a face like a bear, eyes like a polecat; while her body had something of each. And that was the Welwa. Petru planted himself firmly in his stirrups, and began to lay about him with his sword, but could feel nothing. A day and a night went by, and the fight was still undecided, but at last the Welwa began to pant for breath.
And now I am old. Then she went on to tell Petru that she was the daughter of an emperor, and their nearest neighbour was the Fairy of the Dawn, with whom she had a violent quarrel, and with that she broke out into loud abuse of her. Petru did not know what to do.
'What can that be? asked Petru, when he saw a long, long way off, at the very end of the heath, something resembling a house. 'That is the house of the goddess Venus, replied the horse, 'and if we ride hard we may reach it before dark'; and he darted off like an arrow, so that as twilight fell they found themselves nearing the house.
Peter's day when one rises early in the morning to drive the cattle to pasture. Petru rode through this beautiful region with a happy heart. How long he rode can not be told in human language, for in that country night does not follow day and day night; it was always early morning with soft, cool breezes, a viewless sun, and a dim light the reign of day and night first began in Holy Friday's land.
Petru was not deaf to their persuasion, and was just stooping to pick one when the horse sprang to one side. 'Why don't you stay still? asked Petru roughly. 'Do not pick the flowers; it will bring you bad luck; answered the horse. 'Why should it do that? 'These flowers are under a curse. Whoever plucks them must fight the Welwa of the woods. A goblin. 'What kind of a goblin is the Welwa?
'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.
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