He had no sooner gone than Taras the Pot-bellied came along. He, too, had heard of yesterday’s affair and he said to his brother, “Tell me where you get gold money from. If only I could get hold of some I could make it bring in money from the whole world.” Ivan wondered. “Really? Then why didn’t you tell me before? I’ll make you as much as you like.” Taras was overjoyed. “I shall be satisfied with three baskets full,” he said. “Very well; come into the wood,” Ivan said; “but I had better harness the mare, for you won’t be able to carry it away.” They rode into the wood. Ivan began to rub the oak leaves, and made a heap of gold. “Is it enough?” he asked. Taras was overjoyed. “It will do for the present, thank you, Ivan,” he said. “Very well,” Ivan said; “if you want more, come back and I’ll make it for you. There are plenty of leaves left.” Taras the Pot-bellied gathered up a whole cartload of money, and went off to trade. Both brothers had gone--Simon to make war and Taras to trade. And Simon the Warrior conquered a kingdom, and Taras the Pot-bellied made much money in trade. When the two brothers met they told each other how they had come by their soldiers and money. Simon the Warrior said to his brother, “I have conquered a kingdom for myself and live well, only I have not enough money to feed my soldiers.” And Taras the Pot-bellied said, “I have made a heap of money, only unfortunately I have no one to guard it.” And Simon the Warrior said, “Let us go to our brother Ivan. I will ask him to make more soldiers and give them to you to guard your money, and you must ask him to make more money and give it to me to feed my soldiers.” And they came to Ivan. And Simon said, “I haven’t enough soldiers, brother. Will you make another couple of sheaves for me?” Ivan shook his head. “No,” he said; “I won’t make you any more soldiers.” “But you promised you would.” “I know I promised, but I won’t make any more.” “Why not, you fool?” “Because your soldiers killed a man. I will not let you have any more.” And he was obstinate, and would not make any more soldiers. Then Taras the Pot-bellied asked Ivan the Fool to make him more golden money. Ivan shook his head. “No,” he said; “I won’t make any more money.” “But you promised.” “I know I promised, but I won’t make any more.” “Why not, you fool?” “Because your money took a cow away from a woman in the village.” “But how can that be?” “The woman had a cow. The children used to drink the milk, but the other day they came to beg a little milk of me. ‘But where’s your cow?’ I asked them, and they said, ‘Taras’ bailiff came and gave mother three golden coins and she gave him the cow; now we have no milk to drink.’ I thought you only wanted to play with the golden coins, but you’ve taken away the cow from the children; I won’t give you any more.” And the Fool was obstinate and kept to his word.