“Are they alive?”
“Oh! I think not. They were put in a two-ended barrel.”
“Did you hear that your father put any mark on them?”
“He said he put a red belt on one, a black belt on the other.”
“True it is; people meet and the hills meet not. I am your brother; but the champion of the black belt is dead.”
He stripped and showed him the belt. The two fell into an embrace. Then they went to rest. When the day came on the morrow the king knight of the black castle rose. He told his brother not to rise, as he was tired, before breakfast was ready. Then he got up and washed himself. They took their breakfast. The king knight of the black castle said it was a pity he could not stop during the day to keep him company.
“Stay here, you, till I go and do my sufficiency of killing as quickly as I can.”
“What would you think if I went in your place to-day?”
“It would be no use for you to go with only the strength providence has given you. You would not get the better of them.”
Said the champion of the red belt, “We are two brothers. It is a poor thing for me if I can't kill for one day what you are killing for seven years.”
