this horse?" "How, my lord, shall a servant know better than his
master to name such a horse?" So Yaroslav named him Uroshtch Veschei;
and he said to Ivashka: "Ride to my father, Prince Lasar, and tell him
I am well and have found a trusty steed." Then Yaroslav Lasarevich
rode off upon his good horse to Ivan the Russian knight, and behind
him followed Ivashka at full gallop till he was lost to sight.

Ivashka returned to the kingdom of Kartaus, to Yaroslav's father and
mother, and carried the tidings that he was well. The parents rejoiced
greatly to hear of their son, and dismissed Ivashka with rich
presents. But Yaroslav Lasarevich rode on and on, for two and for
three months, until at last he came to a field where an immense army
lay slain. Then he cried with a loud voice: "Is there here no man
still alive?" Immediately a man stood up and said: "My lord, Yaroslav
Lasarevich, whom dost thou seek?" "I want a living man," said
Yaroslav; and then he enquired to whom the army belonged, and who had
slain it. "The army," replied the man, "belonged to Feodul the Dragon
Tsar, and it has been slain by Prince Ivan the Russian knight, who
sued for the hand of Feodul's daughter, the Princess Kandaula
Feodulavna; and, as he would not give her of his free will, Ivan
sought to take her by force." Thereupon Yaroslav asked how far distant
this Russian knight was; and the man replied: "Yaroslav Lasarevich, he
has gone too far for you to reach him; ride round the army, and you
will see the footsteps of Prince Ivan." So Yaroslav rode round the
army, and saw the tracks of the bounding of the steed; for wherever he
had struck his hoofs, large heaps of earth were thrown up. He followed
the track until he came to another slain army: here he cried with a
loud voice: "Is there not one living man here who has survived the
battle?" Then up rose a man and said: "My lord, Yaroslav Lasarevich,
one steed is better than another, and one youth surpasses another."
Yaroslav rode on, and he rode for one, two, and three months; when at
length he came to an open country, where he descried a white tent and
beside it a goodly steed, before which corn was poured out upon a
white linen cloth. Yaroslav dismounted and led his horse to feed, and
his horse drove the other way. Then Yaroslav entered the tent, where a
comely youth lay fast asleep: he drew his sword, and was on the point
of slaying him when he bethought himself that it would bring no honour
to slay a