ers to follow him; and,
springing into the pot, died too. All but one young turtle, who,
frightened at not seeing any of his friends come out again, went as
fast as he could to a clump of bushes, and from there made his way to
the river. His only thought was to get away as far as possible from
that dreadful hut; so he let the river carry him where it was going
itself, and at last, one day, he found himself in the warm sea, where,
if he is not dead, you may meet him still.

[_Bureau of Ethnology._]

_HOW GEIRALD THE COWARD WAS PUNISHED_

Once upon a time there lived a poor knight who had a great many
children, and found it very hard to get enough for them to eat. One
day he sent his eldest son, Rosald, a brave and honest youth, to the
neighbouring town to do some business, and here Rosald met a young man
named Geirald, with whom he made friends.

Now Geirald was the son of a rich man, who was proud of the boy, and
had all his life allowed him to do whatever he fancied, and, luckily
for the father, he was prudent and sensible, and did not waste money,
as many other rich young men might have done. For some time he had set
his heart on travelling into foreign countries, and after he had been
talking for a little while to Rosald, he asked if his new friend would
be his companion on his journey.

'There is nothing I should like better,' answered Rosald, shaking his
head sorrowfully; 'but my father is very poor, and he could never give
me the money.'

'Oh, if that is your only difficulty, it is all right,' cried Geirald.
'My father has more money than he knows what to do with, and he will
give me as much as I want for both of us; only, there is one thing you
must promise me, Rosald, that, supposing we have any adventures, you
will let the honour and glory of them fall to me.'

'Yes, of course, that is only fair,' answered Rosald, who never cared
about putting himself forward. 'But I cannot go without telling my
parents. I am sure they will think me lucky to get such a chance.'

As soon as the business was finished, Rosald hastened home. His
parents were delighted to hear of his good fortune, and his father
gave him his own sword, which was growing rusty for want of use, while
his mother saw that his leather jerkin was in order.

'Be sure you keep the promise you made to Geirald,' said she, as she
bade him good-bye, 'and, come what may, see that you never betray
him.'

Full of joy Rosald rode off, and the n