He'd taken care to sit on the end of the damsel's train, but being clever she very gently got it out from under him. Next she jumped into the saddle, walked her mount ever so softly over the grass, then spurred it on and headed for home at a full gallop. Long-Legs was still asleep by the path.
The lad, meanwhile, was thinking about the damsel. Yes, he wanted her, though she still hadn't even looked at him! He was watching for her return, and it bothered him terribly not to see her or Long-Legs coming.
"Sharp-Ears!" he called, "listen carefully and tell me what's happening!"
"What's happening," replied Sharp-Ears, "is that your runner is snoring. He's fallen asleep somewhere and the king's daughter is coming home all alone."
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