“To follow you,” was the reply.
“If that is your desire,” said Don Juan, “you will please mount one of the horses.” So the three men went on their journey. They had not gone far when they met a man walking alone. Noet Noen said to him, “What are you here for? Come along with us!” This man was Miran Miron, who had a wonderfully loud voice. When he shouted, his sound was more sonorous than thunder. He also had very keen sight. He could see clearly an object, though it were covered with a cover a hundred yards thick.
When the four travellers had gone a little farther, they saw a man walking swiftly on one leg. They spurred up their horses to overtake him, but in vain. At last Noet Noen said, “I think that is my friend Curan Curing, so there is little hope of our catching him.”
“Let me call him!” said Miran Miron, and he shouted.
When Curan Curing heard the voice, he stopped, so they reached him. Miran Miron said to him, “You are in a great hurry. Where are you going?”
“You know that I cannot stop my feet when I walk,” said Curan Curing.
“Why do you hold up one of your legs as if it were in pain?” said Don Juan.
“Do not be surprised at my walking on one foot; for, if I should let loose the other one, I should walk straight out of the world.”
“Will you join us, Curan Curing?” said Noet Noen.
“Oh, yes! Let me have a horse! If I should walk, you might lose me on account of my speed,” replied Curan Curing.