commanded it. The drums beat out and the trumpets sounded, and the army went at a pace. Then the Tsarévna saw from her rooms and was very much frightened, and sent her boyárs and generals to ask for peace. The good youth bade these ambassadors be seized, had them cruelly and savagely punished and sent them back to the Tsarévna, who was to come herself and ask for a reconciliation.
Well, there was no help for it: so the Tsarévna herself got out of her carriage, recognised him and swooned. But he took the whip, struck her on the back: "You are a maiden, now became a mare!" And the Tsarévna turned into a mare. He bridled and rode her, and went to the kingdom of his elder brother. He galloped at a full pace, put both spurs into her back and used a scourge of three iron rods, and the army followed him, an unbelievable host. It may be long, it may be short, at last they came to the boundary, and the doughty youth stopped, collected his army into the barrel, and went to the capital. He went straight to the royal palace, and the king himself saw him and looked at the mare and began to wonder: "What is this great hero approaching? I have never seen such a fine mare in all my life." So he sent his generals to trade for that horse.
"No, what an envious king you have!" said the youth. "It would evidently be out of the question in your city to come here with a young wife; if you are so greedy for a mare, you would certainly take away my wife."
Then he went to the palace and said, "Hail, brother!"
"Oh, I never knew you!"
So they set to kissing each other.
"What sort of barrel have you?"
"That is for drinking. How should I journey forth on the road otherwise?"
"And the carpet?"
