` 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 . A river , yet not a river , for it seemed not to flow over the earth , but to go where it liked , and to leave no trace of its passage . ` Woe be to me ! ' cried Petru , frightened at last . ` Beware , and never stand still , ' called the brown horse , and more he could not say , for the water was choking him . The battle began anew . For a day and a night Petru fought on , without knowing at whom or what he struck . At dawn on the second , he felt that both his feet were lame . ` Now I am done for , ' thought he , and his blows fell thicker and harder in his desperation . And the sun came out and the water disappeared , without his knowing how or when . ` Take breath , ' said the horse , ` for you have no time to lose . The Welwa will return in a moment . ' Petru made no reply , only wondered how , exhausted as he was , he should ever be able to carry on the fight . But he settled himself in his saddle , grasped his sword , and waited . And then something came to him -- WHAT I can not tell you .
Perhaps , XXXXX his dreams , a man may see a creature which has what it has not got , and has not got what it has .
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