the forest, up came flying a bee, and said:

`Arise, Prince! The mares are all collected. But when you
get home, don't let the Baba Yaga set eyes on you, but go into the
stable and hide behind the mangers. There you will find a sorry
colt rolling in the muck. Do you steal it, and at the dead of night
ride away from the house.'

Prince Ivan arose, slipped into the stable, and lay down behind
the mangers, while the Baba Yaga was storming away at her mares
and shrieking:

`Why did ye come back?'

`How could we help coming back? There came flying bees in
countless numbers from all parts of the world, and began stinging
us on all sides till the blood came!'

The Baba Yaga went to sleep. In the dead of the night Prince
Ivan stole the sorry colt, saddled it, jumped on its back, and galloped
away to the fiery river. When he came to that river he
waved the handkerchief three times on the right hand, and suddenly,
springing goodness knows whence, there hung across the river, high
in the air, a splendid bridge. The Prince rode across the bridge and
waved the handkerchief twice only on the left hand; there remained
across the river a thin, ever so thin a bridge!

When the Baba Yaga got up in the morning the sorry colt was
not to be seen! Off she set in pursuit. At full speed did she fly
in her iron mortar, urging it on with the pestle, sweeping away her