from his eyes. The man from Ringerige took his horse, mounted it, and
galloped away with it and the horse and cart. When he heard the noise
on the road, Peter the third sprang up, but when he found the man had
gone off with his horse he was so astonished that he did not think of
going after him till it was too late.

He was very down-faced when he went home to his wife, and when she asked
him what he had done with the horse, he said--

"I gave it to Peter the second, for I didn't think it was right he
should sit in a cart and jolt about from house to house in Himmerige.
Now then he can sell the cart, and buy himself a coach, and drive
about."

"Heaven bless you for that," said the woman. "I never thought you were
so kind-hearted a man."

When the Ringerige man reached home with his six hundred dollars, his
cart-load of clothes, and the money, he saw that all his fields were
ploughed and sown. The first question he put to his wife was how she had
got the seed.

"Well," said she, "I always heard that what a man sowed he reaped, so I
sowed the salt the North-people left here, and if we only have rain I
don't doubt but that it will come up nicely."

"You are silly," said the man, "and silly you must remain, but that does
not much matter, for the others are as silly as yourself."