“God bless you, yes!” he said.
The queen made him bring a round table into the yard, whereon she placed the blue pot of perfume, and having lit it, as before, they formed in line and walked round thrice, chanting the words:
“Round and round three times three,
We have come to cure thee.”
Then she dipped the end of her wand into the perfume, and touched the cows on the forehead, saying to each one:
“Be thou whole.”
Whereupon they jumped up cured.
The little farmer was overjoyed, and cried:
“Oh, what can I do for you? What can I do for you?”
“Money I care not for,” said the queen, “all I want is your son to avenge you and me.”
The lad jumped up and said: