“This is the second queen, whom her mother, the witch, placed here to work our doom.”
Presently they came to a rosebush covered with beautiful red roses that scented all the air with their fragrance.
“What beautiful roses!” said the servant. “I have never seen any such in all my life. I’ll go pluck a few. As I can’t eat or drink, I’ll comfort myself with roses.”
“Don’t dare to pluck them!” cried the seer. “I’ll pluck them for you.”
With that he cut into the bush with his sword and red blood spurted out as though he had cut a human vein.
“This is the youngest queen,” said the seer, “whom her mother, the witch, placed here in the hope of revenging herself on us for the death of her sons-in-law.”
After that they proceeded without further adventures.
When they crossed the boundaries of the dark kingdom, the sun in the horse’s forehead sent out its blessed rays in all directions. Everything came to life. The earth rejoiced and covered itself with flowers.
The king felt he could never thank the seer enough and he offered him the half of his kingdom.
But the seer replied: “You are the king. Keep on ruling over the whole of your kingdom and let me return to my cottage in peace.”