“Wilt thou let me suffer one hundred years longer?” asked the steed in a sad voice.
In place of an answer Jalmir drew his sword, and with one blow cut off his friend’s head. The head fell on the ground, but out of it flew a white dove which rose toward the sky. Jalmir turned in sorrow to the princess, but she soon drove the sadness away from his face. They lived happily together, and because they had the water of life, they lived so long that no one has memory of it.
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MAGYAR MYTHS AND FOLK-TALES.
THE POOR MAN, AND THE KING OF THE CROWS.
THERE was once a very poor man, and he had two lean cows. The two cows were to the poor man as their mother’s breast to children; for not only did they give milk and butter, for which he got a few coppers to buy salt, but he tilled his patch of land with them.