‘Brother, you’ve got to feed swine.’
He cut off his head with his sword, and went onward. And two Huculs[12] came, and put his head on again, and sprinkled the water of life. And he arose, and mounted his horse, and gave each of the Huculs a handful of ducats. And he went after his brother, and caught him up on the road. And they journeyed till night, and he said to his brother, ‘Brother, if you will hearken to me, it will go well with you.’
‘I will, brother.’ He came to Nastasa the Fair.
‘What have you come for?’
‘We have come to demand your hand.’
And she said, ‘Good, but will you mount my steed?’
‘I will.’
She cried to her servants, ‘Bring forth the steed.’
Twelve men brought him forth; the comrade mounted him. The horse flew up aloft with him, to cast him down. And he took his club, and kept knocking him over the head. [[92]]
The horse said, ‘Don’t kill me.’