"I am going to the fairies' well for some youth-giving water."
"Look here, my good man, I am a bit of a smart fellow myself, something better than you, and still I could not accomplish that journey. I can get to within about fourteen miles of the place, but even there the heat is so great that it shrivels me up like bacon-rind."
"Well, I will go all the same, if Heaven will help me!"
"And I will give you as much gold and silver as you can carry, if you will bring me back a gourdful of that water."
"I'll bring you back some, but for nothing less than for the plaid hanging on that peg. If you will give that to me you shall have the water."
At first the devil would not part with the plaid on any account; but the prince begged so hard that the devil at last yielded.
"Well, brother-in-law! This is such a plaid, that if you put it on nobody can see you."
The prince was just going when the devil asked him, "Have you any money for the journey, brother?"
"I had a little, but I have spent it all."
"Then you had better have some more." Whereupon he emptied a whole dishful of copper coins into the prince's bag. The prince went out into the yard and shook the bridle; the piebald horse at once appeared, and the prince mounted. The devil no sooner caught sight of the piebald than he exclaimed, addressing the prince, "Oh, you rascally fellow! Then you travel on that villainous creature—the persecutor and murderer of our kinsfolk? Give me back at once my plaid and my gourd, I don't want any of your youth-giving water!"