ne comes for you. Have no concern for food. I shall send
you what you need."

Dobrunka wanted to say something to him, but he disappeared and she
never saw him again.

Now she was able to run out of the cave and look once more upon God's
green world. Now for the first time in her life she knew what it
meant to be strong and well. She threw herself on the ground and
kissed it. She hugged the slender birches and danced around them,
simply bursting with love for every living thing. She reached out
longing hands towards the town and would probably have gone there
running all the distance but she remembered the words of the old
hermit and knew that she must stay where she was.

Meanwhile strange things were happening at the palace. Messengers
brought word that the king was returning from war and there was great
rejoicing on every side. The king's own household was particularly
happy, for service under the new mistress was growing more unpleasant
every day. As for Zloboha and her mother, it must be confessed that
they were a little frightened over the outcome of their plot.

Finally the king arrived. Zloboha with smiling face went to meet him.
He took her to his heart with great tenderness and from that moment
Zloboha had no fear that he would recognize her.

A great feast was at once prepared, for the king had brought home with
him many of his nobles to rest and make merry after the hardships of
war.

Zloboha as she sat at Dobromil's side could not take her eyes off him.
The handsome young soldier caught her fancy and she was rejoiced that
she had put Dobrunka out of the way.

When they finished feasting, Dobromil asked her: "What have you been
doing all this time, my dear Dobrunka? I'm sure you've been spinning."

"That's true, my dear husband," Zloboha said in a flattering tone. "My
old spinning wheel got broken, so I bought a new one, a lovely golden
one."

"You must show me it at once," the king said, and he took Zloboha's
arm and led her away.

He went with her to her chamber where she had the golden spinning
wheel and she took it out and showed it to him. Dobromil admired it
greatly.

"Sit down, Dobrunka," he said, "and spin. I should like to see you
again at the distaff."

Zloboha at once sat down behind the wheel. She put her foot to the
treadle and started the wheel. Instantly the wheel sang out and this
is what it sang:

"_Master, master, don't believe her!
She's a cruel and base deceiver