“Every one, sir; did you not desire me? Do you blame me?”
“O dear no! by no means! Only take care, and don’t do it any more.”
They went on tolerably for a few days, for they were afraid of Rooshkulum, and let him alone, till one morning the farmer told him he was going to a wedding that night, and that he might go with him.
“Well,” said Rooshkulum, “what is a wedding? what will they do there?”
“Why,” answered the farmer, “a wedding is a fine place, where there is a good supper, and two people are joined together as man and wife.”
“O, is that it? I should like much to see what they’ll do.”
“Well, then, you must promise me to do what I’ll tell you with the horses when we are going.”
“Why, what shall I do?”
“O, only when we are going, don’t take your eyes from the horses till we get there; then have your two eyes on my plate, and an eye on every other person’s plate; and then you’ll see what they’ll do.”
Rooshkulum said nothing. They went to the wedding; but when they sat down to supper, all were surprised to find a round thing on their plates, covered with blood, and not looking very tempting. But the farmer soon guessed the sad truth, and calling Rooshkulum aside, he sternly asked him what he had done.