The plan pleased the Lion, and he stood quite still, close to the Horse, so that the Fox should fasten them together. But the Fox tied the Lion's legs together with the Horse's tail, and twisted and knotted it so that it would be quite impossible for it to come undone. When he had finished his work he patted the Horse on the shoulder, and said: 'Pull, old Grey! Pull!' Then the Horse sprang up, and dragged the Lion away behind him. The Lion in his rage roared, so that all the birds in the forest were terrified, and flew away. But the Horse let him roar, and never stopped till he stood before his master's door. When the master saw him he was delighted, and said to him: 'You shall stay with me, and have a good time as long as you live.' And he fed him well till he died. [Illustration: Then the Horse sprang up, and dragged the Lion away behind him.] The Blue Light There was once a Soldier who had served his King well and faithfully for many years. But, on account of his many wounds, he could serve no longer. The King said: 'You can go home now. I have no further need for you. I can only pay those who serve me.' The Soldier did not know what to do for a living, and he went sadly away. He walked all day, till he reached a wood, where, in the distance, he saw a light. On approaching it, he found a house inhabited by a Witch. 'Pray give me shelter for the night, and something to eat and drink,' he said, 'or I shall perish.' 'Oh ho!' she said. 'Who gives anything to a runaway Soldier, I should like to know. But I will be merciful and take you in, if you will do something for me.' 'What is it?' asked the Soldier. 'I want you to dig up my garden to-morrow.' The Soldier agreed to this, and next day he worked as hard as he could, but he could not finish before evening. 'I see,' said the Witch, 'that you can do no more this evening. I will keep you one night more, and to-morrow you shall split up some logs for firewood.' The Soldier took the whole day over this task, and in the evening the Witch proposed that he should again stay another night. 'You shall only have a very light task to-morrow,' she said. 'There is an old, dry well behind my house. My light, which burns blue, and never goes out, has fallen into it, and I want you to bring it back.' Next day the Witch led him to the well, and let him down in a basket. He found the light, and made a sign to be pulled up; but when he was near the top, the Witch put out her hand, and wanted to take it from him. But he, seeing her evil designs, said: 'No; I will not give you the light till I have both feet safe on dry land again.' The Witch flew into a passion, let him fall back into the well again, and went away. The poor Soldier fell on to the damp ground without taking any harm, and the Blue Light burnt as brightly as ever. But what was the good of that? He saw that he could not escape death.