When all was ready , she put her foot under the foot of the prince and swung him into the air . Up , up , he went , high amongst the stars , and no man 's eyes could follow him . Had she thrown him up straight ? the queen wondered anxiously , for , if not , he would fall outside the walls , and she would lose him for ever . The moments seemed long while she and Death stood gazing up into the air , waiting to know whose prize the prince would be . Suddenly they both caught sight of a tiny speck no bigger than a wasp , right up in the blue . Was he coming straight ? No ! Yes ! But as he was nearing the city , a light wind sprang up , and swayed him in the direction of the wall . Another second and he would have fallen half over it , when the queen sprang forward , seized him in her arms , and flung him into the castle . Then she commanded her servants to cast Death out of the city , which they did , with such hard blows that he never dared to show his face again in the Land of Immortality . -LSB- From Ungarischen Volksmurchen . -RSB- The Stone-Cutter Once upon a time there lived a stone-cutter , who went every day to a great rock in the side of a big mountain and cut out slabs for gravestones or for houses . He understood very well the kinds of stones wanted for the different purposes , and as he was a careful workman he had plenty of customers . For a long time he was quite happy and contented , and asked for nothing better than what he had . Now in the mountain dwelt a spirit which now and then appeared to men , and helped them in many ways to become rich and prosperous . The stone-cutter , however , had never seen this spirit , and only shook his head , with an unbelieving air , when anyone spoke of it . But a time was coming when he learned to change his opinion . One day the stone-cutter carried a gravestone to the house of a rich man , and saw there all sorts of beautiful things , of which he had never even dreamed .
Suddenly his daily work seemed to grow harder and heavier , and he said XXXXX himself : ` Oh , if only I were a rich man , and could sleep in a bed with silken curtains and golden tassels , how happy I should be ! '
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