“Four for a sou, then, if you will,” said the gardener.
“Idiot!” foamed the enchanter, and dashed on in pursuit. The young wife then changed herself, her horse, and her husband into their natural forms, and, mounting once more, they rode onward.
“Do you see anything now?” asked she.
“Yes, I see a great flame of fire,” he replied.
Once more she took her wand. “I change this steed into a church,” she said, “myself into an altar, and my husband into a priest.”
Very soon the wizard and his wife came to the doors of the church and asked the priest if a youth and a lady had passed that way on horseback.
“Dominus vobiscum,” said the priest, and nothing more could the wizard get from him.
Pursued once more, the young wife changed the horse into a river, herself into a boat, and her husband into a boatman. When the wizard came up with them he asked to be ferried across the river. The boatman at once made room for them, but in the middle of the stream the boat capsized and the enchanter and his wife were drowned.
The young lady and her husband returned to the castle, seized the treasure of its fairy lord, and, says tradition, lived happily ever afterward, as all young spouses do in fairy-tale.