ed with them to his own kingdom. When he brought
them before Ivanushka, the Tsar said: "True it is, my father, you
drove me from your home; I therefore now receive you into mine: live
with me happily, you and my mother, to the end of your days."

Abrosim and Fetinia were overjoyed that their son had become a great
Tsar, and they lived with him many years, and then died. Ivanushka sat
upon the throne for thirty years, in health and happiness, and his
subjects loved him truly to the last hour of his life.

STORY OF BULAT THE BRAVE COMPANION

There was once upon a time a Tsar named Chodor, who had an only son,
Ivan Tsarevich. Chodor gave him in his youth various masters to teach
him the different knightly exercises; and when Ivan was grown up, he
begged leave of his father to travel in other countries, in order to
see the world. Tsar Chodor consented, and bade him show his skill and
valour in foreign lands, and bring renown on his father.

Then Ivan Tsarevich went into the royal stables to choose a good
steed; and he thought that if he could find one on whose back he could
lay his hand, without the horse's going on his knees, it would be just
the one to suit him. So he looked in all the stalls, but found no
horse to his mind, and he went his way with a heavy heart. Then he
took his crossbow and arrows and roved about in the open fields to
drive away his sadness. As he was walking thus along, he saw high in
the air a swan, and he drew his bow and shot; but he missed the swan,
and his arrow vanished from his sight. Then Ivan was sad at losing a
favourite arrow, and with tears in his eyes he sought for it the
whole field over. At last he came to a little hill, and heard a man's
voice calling to him: "Come hither, Ivan Tsarevich!" Ivan wondered to
himself not a little at hearing a voice and seeing no one. But the
voice called again; and Ivan went toward the spot whence it came, and
remarked in the hill a little window, with an iron lattice; and at the
window he saw a man, who beckoned to him with the hand. Ivan came up,
and the man said to him: "Why are you so sad, my good lad, Ivan
Tsarevich?"

"How can I help grieving?" replied Ivan; "I have lost my favourite
arrow, and can find it nowhere, and my sorrow is the greater because I
can not discover a steed to please me."

"That is no great matter to grieve for," said the man; "I will get you
a good horse, and give you back your arrow since it flew down to me
here