"The horses are——"
"Broken down like the others," the King interrupted. "Well, it can't be helped."
"No, no, your Majesty; the horses are still in their stalls, and the wagons have not been out of the stables. But, get up and look! Get up and admire the Day."
"Ah, you rascals! Do you make game of me? Did Day come by itself to-day?"
"Yesterday, your Majesty," said the servant, "a stranger came and asked for lodging for himself and a queer creature with golden feathers. It carries a bunch of feathers in its tail and a tuft of feathers on its head."
"Ah, well, what did he do?" said King Calamor.
"What has he done? What has he done?"
"Yes," said the King, "answer me."
"Well, then," said the servant, "this insignificant creature, that seems as if it could be crushed by a blow of the hand, is stronger than all your horses put together. Without wagons or assistance of any kind it started out, about two hours ago, and has already returned, bringing the Sun."