Father and mother called Iván, and said to him:
"Have you heard what the king has proclaimed? You said that you had a root, so go and cure the king's daughter. You will get a fortune for the rest of your life."
"All right," he said. And he got ready to go. He was dressed up, and went out on the porch, and saw a beggar woman with a twisted arm.
"I have heard that you can cure," she said. "Cure my arm, for I cannot dress myself."
And Iván said:
"All right!" He took the root, gave it to the beggar woman, and told her to swallow it.
She swallowed it, and was cured at once and could wave her arm. Iván's parents came out to see him off on his way to the king, and when they heard that he had given away the last root and had nothing left with which to cure the king's daughter, they began to upbraid him.
"You have taken pity on the beggar woman, but you have no pity on the king's daughter."
But he hitched his horse, threw a little straw into the hamper, and was getting ready to drive away.