But the doggie ate up the pancake and barked , saying : ` His daughter shall wear a crown on her head ; Her daughter shall die unwooed , unwed . ' Then the old woman tried to coax the doggie with more pancakes and to terrify it with blows , but he barked on , always repeating the same words . And suddenly the door creaked and flew open , and a great heavy chest was pushed in , and behind it came the step-daughter , radiant and beautiful , in a dress all glittering with silver and gold . For a moment the step-mother 's eyes were dazzled . Then she called to her husband : ` Old man , yoke the horses at once into the sledge , and take my daughter to the same field and leave her on the same spot exactly ; ` and so the old man took the girl and left her beneath the same tree where he had parted from his daughter . In a few minutes King Frost came past , and , looking at the girl , he said : ` Are you warm , maiden ? ' ` What a blind old fool you must be to ask such a question ! ' she answered angrily . ` Ca n't you see that my hands and feet are nearly frozen ? ' Then King Frost sprang to and fro in front of her , questioning her , and getting only rude , rough words in reply , till at last he got very angry , and cracked his fingers , and gnashed his teeth , and froze her to death . But in the hut her mother was waiting for her return , and as she grew impatient she said to her husband : ` Get out the horses , old man , to go and fetch her home ; but see that you are careful not to upset the sledge and lose the chest . ' But the doggie beneath the table began to bark , saying : ` Your daughter is frozen quite stiff and cold , And shall never have a chest full of gold . ' ` Do n't tell such wicked lies ! ' scolded the woman . ` There 's a cake for you ; now say : `` HER daughter shall marry a mighty King . '' At that moment the door flew open , and she rushed out to meet her daughter , and as she took her frozen body in her arms she too was chilled to death . THE DEATH OF THE SUN-HERO -LRB- 27 -RRB- -LRB- 27 -RRB- From the Bukowinaer Tales and Legends . Von Wliolocki . Many , many thousand years ago there lived a mighty King whom heaven had blessed with a clever and beautiful son . When he was only ten years old the boy was cleverer than all the King 's counsellors put together , and when he was twenty he was the greatest hero in the whole kingdom .
His father could not make enough of his son , and always had him clothed XXXXX golden garments which shone and sparkled like the sun ; and his mother gave him a white horse , which never slept , and which flew like the wind .
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