but at each of them she shook her head impatiently and kept her kerchief and ring until Yan saluted her.
Instantly the ceremony was over, Yan put spurs to his horse and rode off and, although the king sent after him to bring him back, Yan was able to escape.
That evening when he was driving home his sheep the princess ran out to him and said:
“Yanitchko, it was you! I know it was!”
But again Yan laughed and put her off and asked her how she could think such a thing of a poor shepherd.
Again the princess was not convinced and she said in another month, when the princes were to come for the third and last time, she would make sure.
So for another month Yan tended his sheep and plucked nosegays for the merry little princess and the princess waited for him at the palace window every afternoon and, when she saw him, she always said politely: “Please.”
For the third meeting of the princes the servants of the chest arrayed Yan in a gorgeous suit of black and gave him a black horse with golden trappings studded in diamonds. He rode to the palace and took his place behind the other suitors. Things went as
