“He is and he isn’t,” replied the fisherman.  “I found him, when he was quite a tiny baby, floating down the stream in a basket.  So we adopted him and brought him up as our own son.”

The King turned as pale as death, for he guessed that he was the same child he had ordered to be drowned.  Then recovering himself he got down from his horse and said:  “I want a trusty messenger to take a message to the palace, could you send him with it?”

“With pleasure!  Your Majesty may be sure of its safe delivery.”

Thereupon the King wrote to the Queen as follows: 

“The man who brings you this letter is the most dangerous of all my enemies.  Have his head cut off at once; no delay, no pity, he must be executed before my return.  Such is my will and pleasure.”

This he carefully folded and sealed with the royal seal.

Plavacek took the letter and set off immediately.  But the forest through which he had to pass was so large, and the trees so thick, that he missed the path and was overtaken by the darkness before the journey was nearly over.  In the midst of his trouble he met an old woman who said, “Where are you going, Plavacek?  Where are you going?”

“I am the bearer of a letter from the King to the Queen, but have missed the path to the palace.  Could you, good mother, put me on the right road?”

“Impossible to-day, my child; it is getting dark, and you would not have time to get there.  Stay with me to-night.  You will not be with strangers, for I am your godmother.”

Plavacek agreed.  Thereupon they entered a pretty little cottage that seemed suddenly to sink into the earth.  Now while he slept the old woman changed his letter for another, which ran thus: 

“Immediately upon the receipt of this letter introduce the bearer to the Princess our daughter, I have chosen this young man for my son-in-law, and it is my wish they should be married before my return to the palace.  Such is my pleasure.”

The letter was duly delivered, and when the Queen had read it, she ordered everything to be prepared for the wedding.  Both she and her daughter greatly enjoyed Plavacek’s society, and nothing disturbed the happiness of the newly married pair.

Within a few days the King returned, and on hearing what had taken place was very angry with the Queen.

“But you expressly bade me have the wedding before your return.  Come, read your letter again, here it is,” said she.

He closely examined the letter; the paper, handwriting, seal—­all were undoubtedly his.  He then called his son-in-law, and questioned him about his journey.  Plavacek hid nothing:  he told how he had lost his way, and how he had passed the night in a cottage in the forest.

“What was the old woman like?” asked the King.

From Plavacek’s description the King knew it was the very same who, twenty years before, had foretold the marriage of the Princess with the charcoal-burner’s son.  After some moments’ thought the King said:  “What is done is done.  But you will not become my son-in-law so easily.  No, i’ faith!  As a wedding present you must bring me three golden hairs from the head of Dede-Vsevede.”