The dragon said to him:
"Give me what thou hast at home without thy will and wit!"
"Done!" said the archer.
Then the dragon chased the ox nicely into the egg again, patched it up prettily, and gave it into the man's hand. Then the archer went home, and when he got home he found a son had been born to him there, and his son said to him:
"Why didst thou give me to the old she dragon, dad? But never mind, I'll manage to live in spite of her."
Then the father was very grieved for a time, but what could he do? Now the name of this son was Ivan.
So Ivan lost no time in going to the dragon, and the dragon said to him:
"Go to my house and do me three tasks, and if thou dost them not, I'll devour thee."
Now around the dragon's house was a large meadow stretching as far as the eye could reach. And the dragon said to him:
"Thou must in a single night weed out this field and sow wheat in it, and reap the wheat and store it, all in this very night; and thou must bake me a roll out of this selfsame wheat, and the roll must be lying ready for me on my table in the morning."