"If you will only get me the best shoes you can for my horse, and the grandest saddle and bridle that are to be found," said the lad, "you may have my twelve mares that graze up on the hill yonder, and their twelve foals into the bargain." For you must know that this year too every mare had her foal.
Yes, his brothers were ready to do that, and so the lad got such strong shoes under his horse, that the stones flew high aloft as he rode away across the hills; and he had a golden saddle and a golden bridle, which gleamed and glistened a long way off.
"Now we're off to the king's palace," said Dapplegrim—that was his name; "but mind you ask the king for a good stable and good fodder for me."
Yes, the lad said he would mind; he'd be sure not to forget; and when he rode off from his brothers' house, you may be sure it wasn't long, with such a horse under him, before he got to the king's palace.
When he came there, the king was standing on the steps, and stared and stared at the man who came riding along.
"Nay, nay!" said he, "such a man and such a horse I never yet saw in all my life."
But when the lad asked if he could get a place in the king's household, the king was so glad he was ready to jump and dance as he stood on the steps.
Well, they said, perhaps he might get a place there.
"Ay," said the lad, "but I must have good stable-room for my horse, and fodder that one can trust."
Yes, he should have meadow-hay and oats, as much as Dapple could cram, and all the other knights had to lead
