k's head. "He has certainly been a faithful servant."

Zlatovlaska, the Golden-Haired, asked if she might have his severed head
and body. The king who was too madly in love to refuse her anything
said: "Yes."

So Zlatovlaska took the body and the head and put them together. Then
she sprinkled them with the Water of Death. Instantly the wound closed
and soon it healed so completely that there wasn't even a scar left.

Yirik lay there lifeless but looking merely as if he were asleep.
Zlatovlaska sprinkled him with the Water of Life and immediately his
dead limbs stirred. Then he opened his eyes and sat up. Life poured
through his veins and he sprang to his feet younger, fresher, handsomer
than before.

The old king was filled with envy.

"I, too," he cried, "wish to be made young and handsome!"

He commanded the executioner to cut off his head and he told Zlatovlaska
to sprinkle him afterwards with the Water of Life.

The executioner did as he was told. Then Zlatovlaska sprinkled the old
king's head and body with the Water of Life. Nothing happened.
Zlatovlaska kept on sprinkling the Water of Life until there was no more
left.

"Do you know," the princess said to Yirik, "I believe I should have used
the Water of Death first."

So now she sprinkled the body and head with the Water of Death and, sure
enough, they grew together at once. But of course there was no life in
them. And of course there was no possible way of putting life into them
because the Water of Life was all gone. So the old king remained dead.

"This will never do," the people said. "We must have a king. And with
the wedding feast and everything prepared we simply must have a wedding,
too. If Zlatovlaska, the Golden-Haired, cannot marry the old king,
she'll have to marry some one else. Now who shall it be?"

Some one suggested Yirik because he was young and handsome and because,
like the old king, he could understand the birds and the beasts.

"Yirik!" the people cried. "Let Yirik be our king!"

And Zlatovlaska, the Golden-Haired, who had long since fallen in love
with handsome Yirik, consented to have the wedding at once in order that
the feast already prepared might not be wasted.

So Yirik and Zlatovlaska, the Golden-Haired, were married and they ruled
so well and they lived so happily that to this day when people say of
some one: "He's as happy as a king," they are thinking of King Yirik,
and when they say of some one: "She's as beautifu