Then the storm wind howled louder , the earth trembled more violently , and the night grew darker , than the first time , and the Welwa of the silver wood came rushing on with seven times the speed of the other . For three days and three nights they fought , but at last Petru cast the bridle over the head of the second Welwa . ` Sweet be your life , for you have delivered me from enchantment , ' said the second Welwa , and they all journeyed on as before . But soon they came to a gold wood more lovely far than the other two , and again Petru 's companions pleaded with him to ride through it quickly , and to leave the flowers alone . But Petru turned a deaf ear to all they said , and before he had woven his golden crown he felt that something terrible , that he could not see , was coming near him right out of the earth . He drew his sword and made himself ready for the fight . ' I will die ! ' cried he , ` or he shall have my bridle over his head . ' He had hardly said the words when a thick fog wrapped itself around him , and so thick was it that he could not see his own hand , or hear the sound of his voice . For a day and a night he fought with his sword , without ever once seeing his enemy , then suddenly the fog began to lighten . By dawn of the second day it had vanished altogether , and the sun shone brightly in the heavens . It seemed to Petru that he had been born again . And the Welwa ? She had vanished . ` You had better take breath now you can , for the fight will have to begin all over again , ' said the horse . ` What was it ? ' asked Petru . ` It was the Welwa , ' replied the horse , ` changed into a fog ` Listen ! She is coming ! ' And Petru had hardly drawn a long breath when he felt something approaching from the side , though what he could not tell .
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