` Your brothers Costan and Florea , ' replied the casket . ` It seems to me they are trying to rule him and the kingdom as well , and the old man says they are not fit to do it . ' ` Push on , good horse , for we have no time to lose ! ' cried Petru ; then he shut up the box , and put it in his pocket . They rushed on as fast as ghosts , as whirlwinds , as vampires when they hunt at midnight , and how long they rode no man can tell , for the way is far . ` Stop ! I have some advice to give you , ' said the horse at last . ` What is it ? ' asked Petru . ` You have known what it is to suffer cold ; you will have to endure heat , such as you have never dreamed of . Be as brave now as you were then . Let no one tempt you to try to cool yourself , or evil will befall you . ' ` Forwards ! ' answered Petru . ` Do not worry yourself . If I have escaped without being frozen , there is no chance of my melting . ' ` Why not ? This is a heat that will melt the marrow in your bones -- a heat that is only to be felt in the kingdom of the Goddess of Thunder . ' -LRB- 3 -RRB- -LRB- 3 -RRB- In the German ` Donnerstag ' -- the day of the Thunder God , i.e. Jupiter . And it WAS hot .
The very iron of the horse 's shoes began to melt , but XXXXX gave no heed .
Costan Donnerstag Florea German Petru casket chance horse midnight whirlwinds