` These flowers are under a curse . Whoever plucks them must fight the Welwa -LRB- 1 -RRB- of the woods . ' -LRB- 1 -RRB- A goblin . ` What kind of a goblin is the Welwa ? ' ` Oh , do leave me in peace ! But listen . Look at the flowers as much as you like , but pick none , ' and the horse walked on slowly . Petru knew by experience that he would do well to attend to the horse 's advice , so he made a great effort and tore his mind away from the flowers . But in vain ! If a man is fated to be unlucky , unlucky he will be , whatever he may do ! The flowers went on beseeching him , and his heart grew ever weaker and weaker . ` What must come will come , ' said Petru at length ; ` at any rate I shall see the Welwa of the woods , what she is like , and which way I had best fight her . If she is ordained to be the cause of my death , well , then it will be so ; but if not I shall conquer her though she were twelve hundred Welwas , ' and once more he stooped down to gather the flowers . ` You have done very wrong , ' said the horse sadly . ` But it ca n't be helped now . Get yourself ready for battle , for here is the Welwa ! ' Hardly had he done speaking , scarcely had Petru twisted his wreath , when a soft breeze arose on all sides at once . Out of the breeze came a storm wind , and the storm wind swelled and swelled till everything around was blotted out in darkness , and darkness covered them as with a thick cloak , while the earth swayed and shook under their feet . ` Are you afraid ? ' asked the horse , shaking his mane .
` Not yet , ' replied Petru stoutly , XXXXX cold shivers were running down his back .
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