His task was not quite so easy as it looked, for the cows had a way of
straying into the wood, and by the time he had brought one back another
was off. He had gone some distance into the trees, after a naughty black
cow which gave him more trouble than all the rest, when he heard the
noise of horse’s feet, and peeping through the leaves he beheld the
giant Rogear seated on his mare, with the colt trotting behind. Round
the giant’s neck hung the golden bowl suspended from a chain, and in his
hand he grasped the diamond lance, which gleamed like fire. But as soon
as he was out of sight the idiot sought in vain for traces of the path
he had taken.
This happened not only once but many times, till Peronnik grew so used
to him that he never troubled to hide. But on each occasion he saw him
the desire to possess the bowl and the lance became stronger.
One evening the boy was sitting alone on the edge of the forest, when a
man with a white beard stopped beside him. ‘Do you want to know the way
to Kerglas?’ asked the idiot, and the man answered ‘I know it well.’
‘You have been there without being killed by the magician?’ cried
Peronnik.
‘Oh! he had nothing to fear from me,’ replied the white-bearded man, ‘I
am Rogear’s elder brother, the wizard Bryak. When I wish to visit him I
always pass this way, and as even I cannot go through the enchanted wood
without losing myself, I call the colt to guide me.’ Stooping down as he
spoke he traced three circles on the ground and murmured some words very
low, which Peronnik could not hear. Then he added aloud:
Colt, free to run and free to eat.
Colt, gallop fast until we meet,
and instantly the colt appeared, frisking and jumping to the wizard, who
threw a halter over his neck and leapt on his back.
Peronnik kept silence at the farm about this adventure, but he
understood very well that if he was ever to get to Kerglas he must first
catch the colt which knew the way. Unhappily he had not heard the magic
words uttered by the wizard, and he could not manage to draw the three
circles, so if he was to summon the colt at all he must invent some
other means of doing it.
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