The young archer looked sadly over the wide waters, but the horse of power tossed its mane and did not look at the sea, but on the shore.  This way and that it looked, and saw at last a huge lobster moving slowly, sideways, along the golden sand.

Nearer and nearer came the lobster, and it was a giant among lobsters, the Tzar of all the lobsters; and it moved slowly along the shore, while the horse of power moved carefully and as if by accident, until it stood between the lobster and the sea.  Then, when the lobster came close by, the horse of power lifted an iron hoof and set it firmly on the lobster’s tail.

“You will be the death of me!” screamed the lobster—­as well he might, with the heavy foot of the horse of power pressing his tail into the sand.  “Let me live, and I will do whatever you ask of me.”

“Very well,” says the horse of power; “we will let you live,” and he slowly lifted his foot.  “But this is what you shall do for us.  In the middle of the blue sea lies a great stone, and under that stone is hidden the wedding dress of the Princess Vasilissa.  Bring it here.”

The lobster groaned with the pain in his tail.  Then he cried out in a voice that could be heard all over the deep blue sea.  And the sea was disturbed, and from all sides lobsters in thousands made their way towards the bank.  And the huge lobster that was the oldest of them all and the Tzar of all the lobsters that live between the rising and the setting of the sun, gave them the order and sent them back into the sea.  And the young archer sat on the horse of power and waited.

After a little time the sea was disturbed again, and the lobsters in their thousands came to the shore, and with them they brought a golden casket in which was the wedding dress of the Princess Vasilissa.  They had taken it from under the great stone that lay in the middle of the sea.

The Tzar of all the lobsters raised himself painfully on his bruised tail and gave the casket into the hands of the young archer, and instantly the horse of power turned himself about and galloped back to the palace of the Tzar, far, far away, at the other side of the green forests and beyond the treeless plains.

The young archer went into the palace and gave the casket into the hands of the Princess, and looked at her with sadness in his eyes, and she looked at him with love.  Then she went away into an inner chamber, and came back in her wedding dress, fairer than the spring itself.  Great was the joy of the Tzar.  The wedding feast was made ready, and the bells rang, and flags waved above the palace.

The Tzar held out his hand to the Princess, and looked at her with his old eyes.  But she would not take his hand.

“No,” says she; “I will marry nobody until the man who brought me here has done penance in boiling water.”

Instantly the Tzar turned to his servants and ordered them to make a great fire, and to fill a great cauldron with water and set it on the fire, and, when the water should be at its hottest, to take the young archer and throw him into it, to do penance for having taken the Princess Vasilissa away from the land of Never.