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Updated: June 10, 2025
"Forward, bay, we have no time to lose," cried Petru. Then, shutting the box, he put it into his knapsack. They hurried as ghosts flit when whirlwinds are blowing and vampires hunting at midnight. How long they rode can not be told, but it was a long, long time. "Stop! Let me give you another piece of advice," said the bay after a while. "Well, tell me," said Petru.
Petru blew upon the flute, and the giant fell back to the ground. So Petru waked him and put him to sleep again, three times in succession, that is, he waked him three times and made him go to sleep three times.
"Don't stop!" cried the bay quickly, and Petru set to work again with all his might. The Welwa now neighed once like a horse, then howled like a wolf, and again rushed upon Petru. The battle went on for another day and night, and was even more terrible than before. Petru grew so weary that he could scarcely move. "Stop now! I see I am dealing with a person who understands fighting.
'May you go blind! exclaimed the emperor in wrath; 'what business is it of yours? and boxed Petru's ears soundly. Petru returned to his brothers, and told them what had befallen him; but not long after it struck him that his father's left eye seemed to weep less, and the right to laugh more. 'I wonder if it has anything to do with my question, thought he. 'I'll try again!
Dragons, each with seven heads, were stretched out in the sun sound asleep, some on his right hand, others on the left. How these dragons looked I can not describe: nowadays every body knows that dragons are not things to be trifled with or laughed at. Petru hurried swiftly past them, but I really don't know whether it was from haste or fear. And it would have been no wonder if he was afraid!
"That's right!" said Petru; then he blew on his flute and the giant sank down on the river bank. When the fairies, who were bathing in the milky waves of the river, heard the sound of Petru's flute they felt sleepy, came out, and fell asleep on the blossoms along the shore, where Petru found them when he got down from the palm of the giant's hand. He did not venture to linger long with them.
The words were hardly spoken, and Petru had no time even to unbuckle the bridle, when the Welwa herself stood before him; and Petru could not bear to look at her, so horrible was she. She had not exactly a head, yet neither was she without one. She did not fly through the air, but neither did she walk upon the earth.
He had scarcely uttered the words when something whose like he had never beheld before approached him. A dense fog surrounded Petru, a fog so dense that he could not even see himself in it. "What's this?" cried the champion, somewhat startled, when he began to feel that he was aching all over. But he was still more alarmed when he perceived that he could not hear his own voice through the mist.
Then Petru repeated hastily what the horse had told him to say, and no sooner had he done so than the goddess opened the window, and in gentle tones she asked him: 'Let me see this wreath, my son, and Petru held it out to her. 'Come into the house, went on the goddess; 'do not fear the dogs, they always know my will. And so they did, for as the young man passed they wagged their tails to him.
Only he was often seen in a graver mood, when he pushed back the curling locks from his forehead and looked like one of the old wiseacres who belonged to the emperor's council. "Come, Florea, you are grown up, go to our father and ask him why one of his eyes always weeps and the other always laughs," said Petru, one fine morning to his brother Florea.
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