The count said, ‘Tropsyn, bring the horses.’
Tropsyn went to his horse. ‘What am I to do, horse? How shall I bring the horses from the Danube?’
‘Come with me, fear not.’
When he came to the Danube, the horse leapt into the Danube, and caught the mother of the horses by the mane, and led her out. And Tropsyn caught her, and mounted her, and galloped off. And the whole herd came forth, and ran after their dam home to the count’s palace. The lady cried ‘Halt!’ to the horses.
The count wants to marry her. She says, ‘Let him milk [[107]]my mares, and when you have bathed in their milk, then I will marry you.’
The count cried, ‘Tropsyn, milk the mares.’
And Tropsyn went to his horse. ‘What shall I do, horse? How shall I milk the mares?’
‘Fear not, for I will catch her by the mane, and do you milk, and fear not.’
And he milked a whole caldron full.
And the lady said, ‘Make a fire, and boil the milk.’