" You have tormented many people so that they
suffered terrible agony all their lives ; now you too
can suffer for one night, it won't make the sky fall."

With these words he took the sheep and Mogarzea's
soul and departed ; but the elves wailed so that any
one's heart might have been torn with pity. When he
reached home, Mogarzea scolded him for being late.
The boy's only reply was to ask him to lie down on



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his back, then climbing upon his breast he jumped up
and down several times, until the lazy soul the elves
had conjured into him darted out and the youngster
gave him his own to swallow ; holding his mouth and
nose with his hands he made him drink the water that
had been in the bottle, and then put on a plaster he
had brought from the elves.
He had scarcely got it on, when Mogarzea sprang
up like a deer and said :

" Whether you are my son or not, what do you
want as a reward for what you have done ? **

" Tell me where the Milk Lake is, and what I am
to do to obtain one of the three fairies who are there
for my wife, and let me be your son forever."

Mogarzea granted the lad's wishes and they sat
down to supper without his wondering how the sheep
gave so much milk ; all night long they amused them-
selves by shouting, singing and dancing.
