“Let us go and see.”
So they went to the barn floor, and there all the hayricks stood untouched; and they went to the granary, and all the lofts were filled to the top with corn.
“Thank you, brother,” said the Sea Tsar. “Now you must make me a church out of white wax, to be ready to-night, and this shall be your last task.”
Once again Iván Tsarévich went to the courtyard and began to weep.
“Why are you weeping, Iván Tsarévich?”
“Why should I not weep? The Sea Tsar has bidden me in a single night build a church of white wax.”
“That is an easy task: harder tasks are near at hand. Lie down in peace, for the morning is wiser than the evening.”
So Iván Tsarévich went to sleep.
Then she went to her window and called to her all the bees in the white world, “Hail, ye bees my servants, do ye build me a church of your white wax, and let it be finished before the morning.”
In the morning Iván got up, looked, and saw the church stood there made of clean wax, and he went to the Sea Tsar and reported.