THE GOLDEN SLIPPER. 149

and put golden shoes on her feet, and she went to
church in a grand carriage. The ‘I'sarevich was again
there, and at the sight of her he stcod as if rooted to
the ground, and couldn’t take his eyes from her.
Then the people began to whisper: “Is there none
here who knows her? Is there none who knows who
such a handsome lady may be!” And they began to
ask each other: “Dost thow know her? Dost thou
know her?”—But the Tsarevich said: “ Whoever
will tell me who this great lady is, to him will I give
a sack-load of gold ducats!”—Then they inquired
and inquired, and laid all their heads together, but
nothing came of it. But the Tsarevich had a jester
who was always with him, and used always to jest
and cut capers whenever this child of the Tsar was
sad. So now, too, he began to laugh at the young
Tsarevich and say to him: “I know how to find out
who this fine lady is.”—* How?” asked the young
Tsarevich.—* T’ll tell thee,” said the jester; “smear
with pitch the place in church where she is won’t to
stand. Then her slipper will stick to it, and she, in
her hurry to get away, will never notice that she has
left it behind her in church.”—So the Tsarevich
ordered his courtiers to smear the spot with pitch
straightway. Next time, when the service was over,
she got up as usual and hastened away, but left her
golden slippers behind her. When she got home she