` Count Piro 's , ' answered the swineherd , who did not know the king ; and again the king felt he was lucky to have such a rich son-in-law . This time the fox ran faster than before , and in a flowery meadow he found a troop of horses feeding . ` Whose horses are these ? ' he asked of the man who was watching them . ` An ogre 's , ' replied he . ` Hush ! ' whispered the fox , ` do you see that crowd of armed men coming towards us ? If you tell them the horses belong to an ogre they will drive them off , and then the ogre will kill you ! If they ask , just say they are Count Piro 's ; it will be better for everybody . ' And he ran on again . In a few minutes the king rode up . ` Oh , what lovely creatures ! how I wish they were mine ! ' he exclaimed . ` Whose are they ? ' Count Piro 's , ' answered the man , who did not know the king ; and the king 's heart leapt as he thought that if they belonged to his rich son-in-law they were as good as his . At last the fox came to the castle of the ogre himself . He ran up the steps , with tears falling from his eyes , and crying : ` Oh , you poor , poor people , what a sad fate is yours ! ' ` What has happened ? ' asked the ogre , trembling with fright .
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