Tzaritza? If you do not set off this minute, I'll have your head cut
off and your body thrown to the dogs."

Unwillingly the old man hobbled off. He came to the shore, and cried
out with a windy, quavering old voice,--

"Head in air and tail in sea,
Fish, fish, listen to me."

Nothing happened.

The old man thought of his wife, and what would happen to him if she
were still Tzaritza when he came home. Again he called out,--

"Head in air and tail in sea,
Fish, fish, listen to me."

Nothing happened, nothing at all.

A third time, with the tears running down his face, he called out in
his windy, creaky, quavering old voice,--

"Head in air and tail in sea,
Fish, fish, listen to me."

Suddenly there was a loud noise, louder and louder over the sea. The
sun hid itself. The sea broke into waves, and the waves piled
themselves one upon another. The sky and the sea turned black, and
there was a great roaring wind that lifted the white crests of the
waves and tossed them abroad over the waters. The golden fish came up