"No," said she. "The time is come. Should we not go to look at the castle? There's time enough to get married before the night comes." They went to the castle and the castle was without a fault. "I see one," said the prince. "One want at least to be made good. A well must be made inside, so that water may not be far to fetch when there is a feast or a wedding in the castle." "That won't be long undone," said the rider of the black horse. The well was made, and it was seven fathoms deep and two or three fathoms wide, and they looked at the well on the way to the wedding. "It is all very good," said she, "but for one little fault yonder." "Where is it?" said Prince Underwaves. "There," said she. He bent him down to look. She came out, and she put her two hands at his back, and cast him in. "Be thou there," said she. "If I go to be married, thou art not the man; but the man who did each exploit that has been done, and, if he chooses, him will I have." Away she went with the rider of the little black horse to the wedding. And at the end of three years after that, so it was that he first remembered the black horse or where he left him. He got up and went out, and he was very sorry for his neglect of the black horse. He found him just where he left him. "Good luck to you, gentleman," said the horse. "You seem as if you had got something that you like better than me." "I have not got that, and I won't; but it came over me to forget you," said he. "I don't mind," said the horse, "it will make no difference. Raise your sword and smite off my head." "Fortune will not allow that I should do that," said he. "Do it instantly, or I will do it to you," said the horse. So the lad drew his sword and smote off the horse's head; then he lifted his two palms and uttered a doleful cry. What should he hear behind him but "All hail, my brother-in-law!"? He looked behind him, and there was the finest man he ever set eyes upon. "What set you weeping for the black horse?" said he. "This," said the lad, "that there never was born of man or beast a creature in this world that I was fonder of." "Would you take me for him?" said the stranger. "If I could think you the horse I would; but if not, I would rather have the horse," said the rider. "I am the black horse," said the lad, "and if I were not, how should you have all these things that you went to seek in my father's house. Since I went under spells, many a man have I ran at before you met me. They had but one word amongst them: they could not keep me, nor manage me, and they never kept me a couple of days. But when I fell in with you, you kept me till the time ran out that was to come from the spells. And now you shall go home with me, and we will make a wedding in my father's house." _Truth's Triumph_