‘You did not obey my counsel,’ said the raven, hopping towards him,
‘and so trouble has come upon you. But sleep now, and to- morrow you
shall mount the horse which is in the giant’s stable, that can gallop
over sea and land. When you reach the island of Big Women, sixteen
boys will come to meet you, and will offer the horse food, and wish to
take her saddle and bridle from her. But see that they touch her not,
and give her food yourself, and yourself lead her into the stable, and
shut the door. And be sure that for every turn of the lock given by
the sixteen stable lads you give one. And now you shall break me off a
piece of tobacco.’
The next morning Ian arose, and led the horse from the stable, without
the door hurting him, and he rode across the sea to the island of the
Big Women, where the sixteen stable lads met him, and each one offered
to take his horse, and to feed her, and to put her into the stable.
But Ian only answered:
‘I myself will put her in and will see to her.’ And thus he did. And
while he was rubbing her sides the horse said to him:
‘Every kind of drink will they offer you, but see you take none, save
whey and water only.’ And so it fell out; and when the sixteen
stable-boys saw that he would drink nothing, they drank it all
themselves, and one by one lay stretched around the board.
Then Ian felt pleased in his heart that he had withstood their fair
words, and he forgot the counsel that the horse had likewise given him
saying:
‘Beware lest you fall asleep, and let slip the chance of getting home
again’; for while the lads were sleeping sweet music reached his ears,
and he slept also.
When this came to pass the steed broke through the stable door, and
kicked him and woke him roughly.
‘You did not heed my counsel,’ said she; ‘and who knows if it is not
too late to win over the sea? But first take that sword which hangs on
the wall, and cut off the heads of the sixteen grooms.’
Filled with shame at being once more proved heedless, Ian arose and did
as the horse bade him. Then he ran to the well and poured some of the
water into a leather bottle, and jumping on the horse’s back rode over
the sea to the island where the raven was waiting for him.
‘Lead the horse into the stable,’ said the raven, ‘and lie down
yourself to sleep, for to-morrow you must make the heroes to live
again, and must slay the hag. And have a care not to be so foolish
to-morrow as you were to-day.’
‘Stay with me for company,’ begged Ian; but the raven shook his head,
and flew away.
In the morning Ian awoke, and hastened to the cave where the old hag
was sitting, and he struck her dead as she was, before she could cast
spells on him. Next he sprinkled the water over the heroes, who came
to life again, and together they all journeyed to the other side of the
island, and there the raven met them.
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