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' Let me alone, old witch,' cried the young man; ' I can do nothing for you,' and so saying he went on his way.
That same evening the gardener's son rode up to the fountain upon his lame grey horse.
' Good-day to you, young traveller,' said the beggar-woman.
' Good-day, good woman,' answered he.
' Young traveller, have pity upon me.'
' Take my purse, good woman,' said he,' and mount behind me, for your legs can't be very strong.'
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behind him, and in this style they reached the chief city of a powerful kingdom. The minister's son was lodged in a grand inn, the gardener*s son and the old woman dismounted at the inn for beggars.
The next day the gardener's son heard a great noise in the street, and the King's heralds passed, blowing all kinds of instruments, and crying:
' The King, our master, is old and infirm. He will give a great reward to whoever will cure him and give him back the strength of his youth.'
Then the old beggar-woman said to her benefactor:
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