“Certainly,” said Niezguinek, “this writing resembles mine, but I never wrote those words.”
“Never mind, as you succeeded in bringing me the guzla you will find no difficulty in obtaining the sword. Start without delay, and do not return without it at your peril.”
Niezguinek bowed and went to the stable, where he found his horse looking very thin and miserable, with his head drooping.
“What is the matter, my horse? Do you want anything?”
“I am unhappy because I foresee a long and dangerous journey.”
“You are right, for we are ordered to return to Yaga’s house for the sword: but how can we get hold of it? doubtless she guards it as the apple of her eye.”
The horse answered, “Do as I tell you and all will be right.” And he gave him certain instructions. Niezguinek came out of the stable, saddled his friend, and mounting him said:
“Marvel of strength and of beauty so white;
Horse of my heart, do not wait on the road;
Rise in the air, like a bird take thy flight,