…Now when the ship drew near the land it came to pass just as the ravens had predicted.
A splendid chestnut horse bounded forward.
There it stood prancing and preening as the party came ashore.
“What a happy chance!” pronounced the king turning to the Princess, “this regal beast shall carry us both to my palace.”
Just as the king was about to mount, Trusty John sprang before him, seized the pistol out of the holster and shot the horse dead.
“What a crime to kill the beautiful beast that was to bear us to your palace!” Cried the Princess.
But the king spoke kindly, “Let him alone; he is ever my most Trusty John. Who knows for what good end he may have done this thing?”
So, the royal couple went their way and entered the palace.
There in the hall stood a cupboard in which lay the ready-made bridal shirt, looking for all the world as though it were spun of gold and silver.
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