were dead, and his brothers had shared all that the old people owned between them, and so there was nothing left for the lad.
"Shan't I have anything at all, then, out of father's and mother's goods?" said the lad.
"Who could tell you were still alive, when you went gadding and wandering about so long?" said his brothers. "But all the same; there are twelve mares up on the hill which we haven't yet shared among us; if you choose to take them for your share, you're quite welcome."
Yes, the lad was quite content; so he thanked his brothers, and went at once up on the hill, where the twelve mares were out at grass. And when he got up there and found them, each of them had a foal at her side, and one of them had besides, along with her, a big dapple-gray foal which was so sleek that the sun shone from its coat.
"A fine fellow you are, my little foal," said the lad.
"Yes," said the Foal; "but if you'll only kill all the other foals, so that I may run and suck all the mares and year more, you'll see how big and sleek I'll be then."
Yes, the lad was ready to do that; so he killed all those twelve foals, and went home again.
So when he came back the next year to look after his foal and mares, the foal was so fat and sleek, that the sun shone from its coat, and it had grown so big, the lad had hard work to mount it. As for the mares, they had each of them another foal.
"Well, it's quite plain I lost nothing by letting you suck all my twelve mares," said the lad to the yearling, "but now you're big enough to come along with me."
"No," said the Colt, "I must bide here a year longer;
