box full of gold, and the soldier filled his knapsack with gold and all of his pockets. He then said to his companion: "You also take some."
So the Tsar answered, "No, brother, I need not; our Tsar has money enough without this; and if he has it, we shall also have it."
"Well, I suppose you ought to know!" said the soldier, and he took him out of the wood into the broad road. "Go," he said, "on this road, and in an hour you will reach the town."
"Farewell," said the Tsar. "Thank you for the service you have done me; come and see me, and I will make you a happy man."
"Very well; but that's a fine tale! I am a runaway soldier: if I show my head in the town I shall be seized on the spot."
"Have no fear, soldier: the Tsar is very fond of me; and, if I ask him for a favour on your behalf and tell him of your bravery, he will forgive you and have pity on you."
"Where can I find you?"
"Go into the palace."
"Very well; I will go there to-morrow."
So the Tsar and the soldier said good-bye. And the Tsar went on the broad road into his capital, and without delay he ordered all the staffs and the watches and the sentries to keep their eyes open, and as soon as a certain soldier came to give him the honour due to a general.
Next day, as soon as ever the soldier had appeared at the barriers, a sentry ran out and gave him a generous honour. So the soldier wondered, "What does this mean?" And he asked, "To whom are you showing these honours?"
"To you, soldier."
So he took a handful of gold out of his wallet and gave
