got up again and felt his nose to see whether it was still entire; he who was sitting under the chimney put the piece of meat into his mouth and went on eating; and thus everybody completed what he had begun doing, and at the point where he had left off.  In the stables the horses merrily stamped and snorted, the trees round the castle became green like periwinkles, the meadows were full of variegated flowers, high in the air warbled the skylark, and abundance of small fishes appeared in the clear river.  Everywhere was life, everywhere enjoyment.

Meanwhile a number of gentlemen assembled in the room where the prince was, and all thanked him for their liberation.  But he said:  “You have nothing to thank me for; if it had not been for my trusty servants Long, Broad, and Sharpsight, I too, should have been what you were.”  He then immediately started on his way home to the old king, his father, with his bride and servants.  On the way they met Broad and took him with them.

The old king wept for joy at the success of his son; he had thought he would return no more.  Soon afterward there was a grand wedding, the festivities of which lasted three weeks; all the gentlemen that the prince had liberated were invited.  After the wedding Long, Broad, and Sharpsight announced to the young king that they were going again into the world to look for work.  The young king tried to persuade them to stay with him.  “I will give you everything you want, as long as you live,” said he; “you needn’t work at all.”  But they didn’t like such an idle life, took leave of him, went away, and have been ever since knocking about somewhere or other in the world.

XI

INTELLIGENCE AND LUCK

Once upon a time Luck met Intelligence on a garden-seat.  “Make room for me!” said Luck.  Intelligence was then as yet inexperienced, and didn’t know who ought to make room for whom.  He said:  “Why should I make room for you? you’re no better than I.”  “He’s the better man,” answered Luck, “who performs most.  See you there yon peasant’s son who’s ploughing in the field?  Enter into him, and if he gets on better through you than through me, I’ll always submissively make way for you, whensoever and wheresoever we meet.”  Intelligence agreed, and entered at once into the ploughboy’s head.  As soon as the ploughboy felt that he had intelligence in his head, he began to think:  “Why must I follow the plough to the day of my death?  I can go somewhere else and make my fortune more easily.”  He left off ploughing, put up the plough, and drove home.  “Daddy,” says he, “I don’t like this peasant’s life; I’d rather learn to be a gardener.”  His father said:  “What ails you, Vanek? have you lost your wits?” However, he bethought himself and said:  “Well, if you will, learn, and God be with you!  Your brother will be heir to the cottage after me.”  Vanek lost the cottage, but he didn’t care for that, but went and put