hast killed him," sobbed she, "let me at least gather together his bones and pile them up somewhere, for if thou suffer it, I would fain bury him."—"I care not what thou dost with his bones!" cried the Demon.
So the damsel took the bones of the King's son, piled them up together, kissed the horse between the eyes, placed the bones on his saddle, and whispered in his ear: "Take these bones, my good steed, take them to the proper place." Then the Demon took the girl and led her back to the palace, for the power of her beauty was so great that it always kept the Demon close to her. Into her presence, indeed, she never suffered the monster to come. At the door of her chamber he had to stop, but he was allowed to show himself to her now and then.
Meanwhile the good steed galloped away with the youth's bones till he stopped at the door of the palace of the youngest sister, and then he neighed and neighed till the damsel heard him. She rushed out to the horse, and when she perceived the knapsack, and in the knapsack the bones of her brother, she began to weep bitterly, and dashed herself against the ground as if she would have dashed herself to pieces. She could hardly wait for her lord the Anka to come home. At last there was a sound of mighty wings, and the Padishah of the Birds, the emerald Anka, came home, and when he saw the scattered bones of
