The gentleman said, ‘Choose your horses.’
So the three elder brothers chose good horses; but Tropsyn said, ‘Give me this horse, master.’
‘What will you do with it? it’s so little.’
‘So it may be.’
Tropsyn took it and departed; and the colt said, ‘Let me go, Tropsyn, to my dam to suck.’
And he let it go, and it went to its dam, and came back a horse to terrify the world.
‘Now mount me.’
He mounted, and the horse flew. He caught up his brothers, and his brothers asked him, ‘Where did you get that horse from?’
‘I killed a gentleman, and took his horse.’
‘Let’s push on, and escape.’