Long-Legs jumped up when the pebble hit him.
Here came the princess in a cloud of dust. You could see her yonder, at the last turn in the road. Her white horse was going like a whirlwind, striking sparks in the midst of the cloud with his iron shoes.
But Long-Legs too rushed into view, his feet hardly touching the ground, leaping along like lightning. Though the horse galloped, he still came on. Now he was three strides ahead, and he had to slow down to get there at exactly the same time as the princess, right in front of the king and everyone else.
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