The Crimson Fairy Book - online children's book

A Classic fairy tale collection for children by Andrew Lang

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Soon after the king rode up.
'What fine pigs!' he said, reining in his horse. 'They are fatter than any I have got on my farms. Whose are they?'
'Count Piro's,' answered the swineherd, who did not know the king; and again the king felt he was lucky to have such a rich son-in-law.
This time the fox ran faster than before, and in a flowery meadow he found a troop of horses feeding. 'Whose horses are these?' he asked of the man who was watching them.
'An ogre's,' replied he.
'Hush!' whispered the fox, 'do you see that crowd of armed men coming towards us? If you tell them the horses belong to an ogre they will drive them off, and then the ogre will kill you! If they ask, just say they are Count Piro's; it will be better for everybody.' And he ran on again.
In a few minutes the king rode up.
'Oh, what lovely creatures! how I wish they were mine!' he exclaimed. 'Whose are they?'
Count Piro's,' answered the man, who did not know the king; and the king's heart leapt as he thought that if they belonged to his rich son-in-law they were as good as his.
At last the fox came to the castle of the ogre himself. He ran up the steps, with tears falling from his eyes, and crying:
'Oh, you poor, poor people, what a sad fate is yours!'
'What has happened?' asked the ogre, trembling with fright.
'Do you see that troop of horsemen who are riding along the road? They are sent by the king to kill you!'
'Oh, dear little fox, help us, we implore you!' cried the ogre and his wife.
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