So Iván entertained the peasants and their wives, and drank until he was rather tipsy. Then he went into the street to a ring of dancers; and going up to them he told the women to sing a song in his honour; 'for,' said he, 'I will give you something you never saw in your lives before!'
The women laughed and sang his praises, and when they had finished they said, 'Now let us have your gift.'
'I will bring it directly,' said he.
He took a seed-basket and ran into the woods. The women laughed. 'He is a fool!' said they, and they began to talk of something else.
But soon Iván came running back, carrying the basket full of something heavy.
'Shall I give it you?'
'Yes! give it to us.'
Iván took a handful of gold and threw it to the women. You should have seen them throw themselves upon it to pick it up! And the men around scrambled for it, and snatched it from one another. One old woman was nearly crushed to death. Iván laughed.
'Oh, you fools!' says he. 'Why did you crush the old grandmother? Be quiet, and I will give you some more,' and he threw them some more. The people all crowded round, and Iván threw them all the gold he had. They asked for more, but Iván said, 'I have no more just now. Another time I'll give you some more. Now let us dance, and you can sing me your songs.'
The women began to sing.
'Your songs are no good,' says he.
'Where will you find better ones?' say they.
'I'll soon show you,' says he.
He went to the barn, took a sheaf, thrashed it, stood it up, and bumped it on the ground.
'Now,' said he:
'O sheaf! my slave
This order gave:
Where a straw has been
Let a soldier be seen!'
