Scarcely had he formed this thought in his mind and leaped upon the steed's back, when the animal dashed off, swift as the wind, down the road which led to the cave of the wizards. Too late did the stupid Brother remember the Prince's warning to avoid that place of all others; he could not turn the horse to right or left, or slacken his speed until at length he stopped of his own accord right in front of the door of the cave. The lad got down and tried to turn the horse's head and lead him home; he coaxed and scolded and even beat and kicked the poor beast, but all to no avail. Then, looking up, he spied the seven magicians standing in a row and smiling at him.
"It is useless," said one, "you will never get that horse beyond our gate, so you might as well sell him to us."
"Very well," said the stupid Brother sulkily, giving a final kick. "How much will you give me for him?"
Now the magicians knew that this was
