He sprinkled the pieces with the water of death and they instantly grew together; he sprinkled the dead body with the water of life and the fledgling shook itself and flew away with the she-crow, safe and sound. The Gray Wolf then sprinkled the pieces of the body of Tzarevich Ivan with the water of death and they grew together; he sprinkled the dead body with the water of life, and Tzarevich Ivan stood up, stretched himself and said: "How long I must have slept!"
"Yes, Tzarevich Ivan," the Gray Wolf said, "and thou wouldst have slept for ever had it not been for me. For thy brothers cut thee into pieces and took away with them the beautiful Tzar's daughter, the Horse with the Golden Mane and the Glowing Bird. Make haste now and mount on my back, for thy brother Tzarevich Wassily to-day is to wed thy Helen the Beautiful."
Tzarevich Ivan made haste to mount, and the Gray Wolf began running, swifter than a hundred horses, toward the Palace of Tzar Wyslaff.
Whether the way was long or short, he came soon to the city, and there at the gate the Gray Wolf stopped. "Get down now, Tzarevich Ivan," he said. "I am no longer a servant of thine and thou shalt see me no more, but sometimes remem-
