The spirits flew away; but in another minute they returned, having executed their task. Thus, before the soldier could think of some new labour to be done, the old one was completed, and the demons were again at his side demanding more work. When he began to think what he should give them, they pressed round him, and threatened him with instant death if he did not give them something to do. The soldier was becoming exhausted, and there was yet no sign of his comrade's return. What course should he take? How deliver himself from the evil spirits? The soldier thought to himself,—
"While I was reading the book, not one of the demons came near me. Let me try to read it again; perhaps that will keep them off."
Again he began to read the book of magic, but he soon observed that as he read the number of phantoms increased, so that soon such a host of the spirit-world surrounded him that the very lamp was scarcely visible. When the soldier hesitated at a word, or paused to rest himself, the goblins became more restless and violent, demanding,—
"Give us work to do! Give us work!"
The soldier was almost worn out, and unhappily knew not how to help himself. Suddenly a thought occurred to him,—
"The spirits appeared when I read the book from the
