The Baba Yaga went to sleep. In the dead of the night Prince Ivan stole
the sorry colt, saddled it, jumped on its back, and galloped away to the
fiery river. When he came to that river he waved the handkerchief three
times on the right hand, and suddenly, springing goodness knows whence,
there hung across the river, high in the air, a splendid bridge. The
Prince rode across the bridge and waved the handkerchief twice only on
the left hand; there remained across the river a thin, ever so thin a
bridge!

When the Baba Yaga got up in the morning the sorry colt was not to be
seen! Off she set in pursuit. At full speed did she fly in her iron
mortar, urging it on with the pestle, sweeping away her traces with the
broom. She dashed up to the fiery river, gave a glance, and said, 'A
capital bridge!' She drove on to the bridge, but had only got half-way
when the bridge broke in two, and the Baba Yaga went flop into the
river. There truly did she meet with a cruel death!

Prince Ivan fattened up the colt in the green meadows, and it turned
into a wondrous steed. Then he rode to where Marya Morevna was. She came
running out, and flung herself on his neck, crying:

'By what means has God brought you back to life?'

'Thus and thus,' says he. 'Now come along with me.'

'I am afraid, Prince Ivan! If Koshchei catches us you will be cut in
pieces again.'

'No, he won't catch us! I have a splendid heroic steed now; it flies
just like a bird.' So they got on its back and rode away.

Koshchei the Deathless was returning home when his horse stumbled
beneath him.

'What art thou stumbling for, sorry jade? Dost thou scent any ill?'

'Prince Ivan has come and carried off Marya Morevna.'

'Can we catch them?'

'God knows! Prince Ivan has a horse now which is better than I.'

'Well, I can't stand it,' says Koshchei the Deathless. 'I will pursue.'

After a time he came up with Prince Ivan, lighted on the ground, and
was going to chop him up with his sharp sword. But at that moment Prince
Ivan's horse smote Koshchei the Deathless full swing with its hoof,
and cracked his skull, and the Prince made an end of him with a club.
Afterwards the Prince heaped up a pile of wood, set fire to it, burnt
Koshchei the Deathless on the pyre, and scattered his ashes to the wind.
Then Marya Morevna mounted Koshchei's horse and Prince Ivan got on his
own, and they rode away to visit first the Raven, and then the Eagle,
and then the Falcon. Wherev