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Deal with Vikher as you will, only remember to bring me some of the Water of Youth." Our young hero took the heat-giving hood, the cooling flagon, and the pin-cushion, and, after bidding farewell to old Yaga and her two pretty daughters, mounted his steed and rode off, following the pin-cushion, which rolled before him at a great rate.
The little girl looked to see that Baba Yaga was in the bath-house, and then she jumped down from the little hut on hen's legs, and ran to the gates as fast as her legs could flicker. The big dog leapt up to tear her to pieces. Just as he was going to spring on her he saw who she was. "Why, this is the little girl who gave me the loaf," says he.
The curse of the Yaga Tah died upon her lips, for this curse may be breathed but once in a lifetime, and if, as Father Magnus said, "God is good," she might yet live to gaze into the dead face of the one worst white man, and chant the curse of the Yaga Tah.
She could hear Baba Yaga beating the mortar with the pestle. Nearer and nearer came the noise, and there was Baba Yaga, beating with the pestle and sweeping with the besom, coming along the road close behind.
Now she stood upon the brink, and beside her stood the girl in whose dark eyes flashed a primitive tiger-hate for she, too, remembered the terror of that night on the south fork of Broken Knee. And, although she knew nothing of the wild death-curse of the Yaga Tah, she could at least stoop and spit upon the dead face of the one worst white man.
He is M's'u Bill, The-Man-Who-Cannot-Die. Neither by wolves nor fire nor water can he die, nor will he be killed in the fighting of men. But one day he will kill Moncrossen, that thou mayest lay upon the head of the evil one the black curse of the Yaga Tah! And then will the blood of Pierre, thy son, be avenged."
'There came flying birds from every part of the world, and all but pecked our eyes out. 'Well, well! to-morrow don't go galloping over the meadows, but disperse amid the thick forests. Prince Ivan slept all night. In the morning the Baba Yaga says to him: 'Mind, Prince! if you don't take good care of the mares, if you lose merely one of them your bold head will be stuck on that pole!
"Drink, drink!" she screamed at them; and the cattle drank up all the river to the last drop. And Baba Yaga, sitting in the mortar, drove it with the pestle, and swept up her tracks with the besom, and flew over the dry bed of the river and on in pursuit of the little girl. The little girl put her ear to the ground and listened. Bang, bang, bangety bang!
Koshchei replied: 'Beyond thrice nine lands, in the thirtieth kingdom, on the other side of the fiery river, there lives a Baba Yaga. She has so good a mare that she flies right round the world on it every day. And she has many other splendid mares. I watched her herds for three days without losing a single mare, and in return for that the Baba Yaga gave me a foal.
Is it not in your handwriting?" Niezguinek read: "In a certain country, within the house of old Yaga, is a marvellous guzla: if the king wish I will fetch it for him. "It is true," said he, "that this writing resembles mine, but it is a forgery, for I never wrote it."
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