“This isn’t simple wood,” says the man.

“What is it, then?” says the Fool.

“If it is scattered about, a whole army of soldiers leaps up out of the ground.”

“There’s a place for you with us,” says the Fool.

The man sat down with them, and the ship rose up into the air, and flew on, carrying its singing crew.

They flew on and on, and looked down, and there was a man carrying a sack of straw.

“Good health to you, uncle,” says the Fool; “and where are you taking your straw?”

“To the village.”

“Why, are they short of straw in your village?”

“No; but this is such straw that if you scatter it abroad in the very hottest of the summer, instantly the weather turns cold, and there is snow and frost.”

“There’s a place here for you too,” says the Fool.

“Very kind of you,” says the man, and steps in and sits down, and away they all sail together, singing like to burst their lungs.

They did not meet any one else, and presently came flying up to the palace of the Tzar.  They flew down and cast anchor in the courtyard.

Just then the Tzar was eating his dinner.  He heard their loud singing, and looked out of the window and saw the ship come sailing down into his courtyard.  He sent his servant out to ask who was the great prince who had brought him the flying ship, and had come sailing down with such a merry noise of singing.

The servant came up to the ship, and saw the Fool of the World and his companions sitting there cracking jokes.  He saw they were all moujiks, simple peasants, sitting in the ship; so he did not stop to ask questions, but came back quietly and told the Tzar that there were no gentlemen in the ship at all, but only a lot of dirty peasants.

Now the Tzar was not at all pleased with the idea of giving his only daughter in marriage to a simple peasant, and he began to think how he could get out of his bargain.  Thinks he to himself, “I’ll set them such tasks that they will not be able to perform, and they’ll be glad to get off with their lives, and I shall get the ship for nothing.”

So he told his servant to go to the Fool and tell him that before the Tzar had finished his dinner the Fool was to bring him some of the magical water of life.

Now, while the Tzar was giving this order to his servant, the Listener, the first of the Fool’s companions, was listening, and heard the words of the Tzar and repeated them to the Fool.

“What am I to do now?” says the Fool, stopping short in his jokes.  “In a year, in a whole century, I never could find that water.  And he wants it before he has finished his dinner.”

“Don’t you worry about that,” says the Swift-goer, “I’ll deal with that for you.”

The servant came and announced the Tzar’s command.

“Tell him he shall have it,” says the Fool.

His companion, the Swift-goer, untied his foot from beside his head, put it to the ground, wriggled it a little to get the stiffness out of it, ran off, and was out of sight almost before he had stepped from the ship.  Quicker than I can tell it you in words he had come to the water of life, and put some of it in a bottle.