And then something came to him--WHAT I cannot tell you. Perhaps, in his dreams, a man may see a creature which has what it has not got, and has not got what it has. At least, that was what the Welwa seemed like to Petru. She flew with her feet, and walked with her wings; her head was in her back, and her tail was on top of her body; her eyes were in her neck, and her neck in her forehead, and how to describe her further I do not know. Petru felt for a moment as if he was wrapped in a garment of fear; then he shook himself and took heart, and fought as he had never yet fought before. As the day wore on, his strength began to fail, and when darkness fell he could hardly keep his eyes open. By midnight he knew he was no longer on his horse, but standing on the ground, though he could not have told how he got there. When the grey light of morning came, he was past standing on his feet, but fought now upon his knees. ‘Make one more struggle; it is nearly over now,’ said the horse, seeing that Petru’s strength was waning fast. Petru wiped the sweat from his brow with his gauntlet, and with a desperate effort rose to his feet. ‘Strike the Welwa on the mouth with the bridle,’ said the horse, and Petru did it. The Welwa uttered a neigh so loud that Petru thought he would be deaf for life, and then, though she too was nearly spent, flung herself upon her enemy; but Petru was on the watch and threw the bridle over her head, as she rushed on, so that when the day broke there were three horses trotting beside him. ‘May your wife be the most beautiful of women,’ said the Welwa, ‘for you have delivered me from my enchantment.’ So the four horses galloped fast, and by nightfall they were at the borders of the golden forest. Then Petru began to think of the crowns that he wore, and what they had cost him. ‘After all, what do I want with so many? I will keep the best,’ he said to himself; and taking off first the copper crown and then the silver, he threw them away. ‘Stay!’ cried the horse, ‘do not throw them away! Perhaps we shall find them of use. Get down and pick them up.’ So Petru got down and picked them up, and they all went on. In the evening, when the sun is getting low, and all the midges are beginning to bite, Peter saw a wide heath stretching before him. At the same instant the horse stood still of itself. ‘What is the matter?’ asked Petru. ‘I am afraid that something evil will happen to us,’ answered the horse. ‘But why should it?’ ‘We are going to enter the kingdom of the goddess Mittwoch,(2) and the further we ride into it the colder we shall get. But all along the road there are huge fires, and I dread lest you should stop and warm yourself at them.’ (2) In German ‘Mittwoch,’ the feminine form of Mercury. ‘And why should I not warm myself?’ ‘Something fearful will happen to you if you do,’ replied the horse sadly. ‘Well, forward!’ cried Petru lightly, ‘and if I have to bear cold, I must bear it!’