The Voices At the Window, part 3 · page 21 2101Then she filled another glass and gave it him, and he took it with his right hand.102Then she immediately recognized her ring, and said to her father, "This man is my husband who delivered me from death, but that fellow"--pointing to the lackey--"that rascally slavish soul killed my husband and made me say that he was my husband."103When the Tsar heard this he boiled over with rage. "104So _that_ is what thou art!" said he to the lackey, and immediately he bade them bind him and tie him to the tail of a horse so savage that no man could ride it, and then turn it loose into the endless steppe.105But the little Tsar Novishny sat down behind the table and made merry.1 2← previousThe Voices At the Window, part 2next →The Voices At the Window, part 4↑ back to Cossack Fairy Tales and Folk TalesThis page in Markdown → https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg29672/6/page/2/