All three brothers were now kings. IX The three brothers lived and reigned. The elder brother Simon the Warrior lived well. With his straw soldiers he gathered together real soldiers. Throughout the whole of his kingdom he ordered a levy of one soldier for every ten houses, and each soldier had to be tall and whole of body and clean of face. In this way he gathered many soldiers and trained them. If any one opposed him he sent his soldiers off at once and imposed his will, and people began to fear him. His life was a very goodly one. Whatever he saw and wanted was his. He sent his soldiers and they brought him all he wanted. Taras the Pot-bellied also lived well. He did not lose the money Ivan had given him, but increased it a hundredfold. He introduced law and order into his kingdom. He stowed his money away in coffers and levied taxes on the people. There was a poll-tax, and tolls for walking and driving, and a tax on shoes and stockings and frills. He got whatever he wanted. For money people brought him everything, and even worked for him, for every one wanted money. Ivan the Fool, too, did not live badly. As soon as his father-in-law was dead he took off his royal robes and gave them to his wife to stow away in a chest. And he put on his coarse linen shirt and breeches and peasant shoes and began to work once more. “It’s so dull for me,” he said. “I’ve got fat, lost my appetite and can’t sleep.” He brought his father and mother and sister to live with him, and began to work as of old. “But you are a king,” people remonstrated. “Even a king must eat,” he said. One of his ministers came to him and said, “We have no money to pay salaries.” “Don’t pay them, then,” he said. “But no one will serve us.” “What does it matter? They needn’t. They’ll have more time for work. There’s the manure to cart; heaps of it lying about.” When people came to Ivan for justice and said, “That man stole my money,” Ivan said, “Never mind; he must have wanted it.” And all realized that Ivan was a fool. And his wife said to him, “People say you are a fool.” “What does it matter?” Ivan said. His wife reflected awhile, but she was also a fool. “Why should I go against my husband?” she said. “Where the needle goes, the thread follows.” So she took off her royal robes, put them away in a chest and went to Malania to learn to work. When she knew how, she began to help her husband. All the wise left Ivan’s kingdom, and only the fools remained. Nobody had money. They lived and worked, fed themselves and others. X The old Devil waited and waited for news of the Devilkins. He was expecting to hear that they had ruined the three brothers, but no news came. He set out himself to find them. He searched and searched, and found nothing but three holes. “They’ve not been able to manage it, evidently,” he thought. “I must tackle the job myself.”