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 "Alas, my soul!" said the dragon, "my talisman is guarded in a place whither it is impossible ever to come. It is in a large palace in a neighbouring realm, and though one may venture thither for it, no one has ever been able to get back again."

The prince needed no more, that was quite good enough for him. He took his bridle, went with it to the sea-shore, and summoned his golden-maned steed. "What dost thou command me, little Sultan?" said the steed. "I desire thee to convey me to the neighbouring realm, to the palace of the talisman of the dragon Champalak," cried the youth—and in no more time than it takes to wink an eye, the palace stood before him.

Then the steed said to the youth: "When we reach the palace thou wilt tie the bridle to two iron gates, and when I neigh once and strike my iron hoofs together, a door will open. In this open door thou wilt see a lion's throat, and if thou canst not kill that lion at one stroke, escape, or thou art a dead man." With that they went up to the palace, he tied the horse to the two iron gates by his bridle, and when he neighed the door flew open. The youth struck with all his might at the gaping throat of the lion in the doorway and split it right in two. Then he cut open the lion's belly, and drew out of it a little gold cage with three doves in it, so beautiful that the