which emitted such a heat that nobody could approach. The eldest prince came out and was about to try his fortune; he was gorgeously dressed, his garments glittering like a mass of gold. As he approached the cauldron full of boiling lead, a pretty fairy called out to him:
"Son of the Green King! are you the father of the child of the queen of fairies?"
"I am."
"Then jump into this seething mass of boiling lead."
He jumped in and was burnt, shrivelling up to the size of a crab-apple.
"You won't do," said the fairy.
Then the second prince stepped forth; his dress, too, was one mass of sparkling gold. As he approached the cauldron a fairy exclaimed:
"Son of the Green King! are you the father of the child of the queen of fairies?"
"I am."
"Then jump into this seething mass of boiling lead."
He jumped in and fared no better than his elder brother.
Now the swineherd rode forth on his piebald horse. His clothes were one mass of dirt and grease. To him, too, the fairy called out:
"Are you the father of the child of the queen of fairies?" I am."
"Then jump into this seething mass of boiling lead like the rest."
And, behold! he spurred the piebald horse, pulled tight the bridle, and again slackened it. The piebald shot up into the air like an arrow; and, having reached a good height, it came down with the swineherd on its back in one bold swoop, and jumped into the cauldron full of boiling lead without a single hair of him getting hurt. Seeing this, the fairies at once lifted
