“Why this idiot is mounted on my three-months’ colt!”
“The very same, O greatest of all magicians,” replied Peronnik.
“And how did you get possession of him?” asked Rogéar.
“I repeated what your brother Bryak taught me,” replied the idiot. “On reaching the forest border I said,
‘Colt, wild, unbroken, and with footstep free,—
Colt, I am here; come quick, I wait for thee.’
and the little horse came at once.”
“Then you know my brother?” said the giant.
“As one knows his master,” replied the youth.
“And what has he sent you here for?”