So it went with him the second day also , but on the third day he came by roundabout ways to the little hut . He went in there , and asked for leave to rest himself for a little on the bench . The queen and the princes were there , but she was poorly clad and so sorrowful that the king did not recognise her , neither did he think for a moment that the two children , who were dressed only in rough skins , were his own sons . He lay down on the bench , and , tired as he was , he soon fell asleep . The bench was a narrow one , and as he slept his arm fell down and hung by the side of it . ` My son , go and lift your father 's arm up on the bench , ' said the queen to one of the princes , for she easily knew the king again , although she was afraid to make herself known to him . The boy went and took the king 's arm , but , being only a child , he did not lift it up very gently on to the bench . The king woke at this , thinking at first that he had fallen into a den of robbers , but he decided to keep quiet and pretend that he was asleep until he should find out what kind of folk were in the house . He lay still for a little , and , as no one moved in the room , he again let his arm glide down off the bench . Then he heard a woman 's voice say , ` My son , go you and lift your father 's arm up on the bench , but do n't do it so rough!y as your brother did . ' Then he felt a pair of little hands softly clasping his arm ; he opened his eyes , and saw his queen and her children . He sprang up and caught all three in his arms , and afterwards took them , along with the man and his horse and his hound , back to the palace with great joy . The most unbounded rejoicing reigned there then , as well as over the whole kingdom , but the wicked stepmother was burned . King Lindorm lived long and happily with his queen , and there are some who say that if they are not dead now they are still living to this day . The Jackal , the Dove , and the Panther Contes populaires des Bassoutos . Recueillis et traduits par E. Jacottet . Paris : Leroux , Editeur . There was once a dove who built a nice soft nest as a home for her three little ones . She was very proud of their beauty , and perhaps talked about them to her neighbours more than she need have done , till at last everybody for miles round knew where the three prettiest baby doves in the whole country-side were to be found . One day a jackal who was prowling about in search of a dinner came by chance to the foot of the rock where the dove 's nest was hidden away , and he suddenly bethought himself that if he could get nothing better he might manage to make a mouthful of one of the young doves .
So he shouted XXXXX loud as he could , ` Ohe , ohe , mother dove . '
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