Jacobs, Joseph, 1854-1916, Batten, John Dickson, 1860-1932, ill · New York : Putnam · leaf 84
the horse down to the side of a hill. He fell tosheltering him with his arms about him, and as the sunwas rising he got better and better, till about midday,when he rose on his feet. Mount, said the horse, and let us begone. He mounted on the black horse, and away they went. He reached the… … The Black Horse 63 past him, and by morning he was in realm under thewaves. You are come, said the prince. I am, said he. Thats true, said Prince Underwaves. A kings son areyou, but a son of success am I. We shall have no moremistakes and delays, but a wedding this time. Go easy, said the Princess…
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