80 SLAV TALES

walked on for a long time, ever getting further and further
into the forest. On reaching the end of it, he saw stretching
before him an immense sea that seemed to mingle with
the horizon. Close by stood two men disputing the posses-
sion of a large fish with golden scales that had fallen into
their net.

“The net belongs to me,” said one, “therefore the fish
must be mine.”

“Your net would not have been of the slightest use, for
it would have been lost in the sea, had I not come with my
boat just in the nick of time.”

“Well, you shall have the next haul I make.”

“And suppose you should catch nothing? No; give me
this one and keep the next haul for yourself.”

“Tam going to put an end to your quarrel,” said George,
addressing them. ‘‘Sell me the fish: I will pay you well, and
you can divide the money between you.”

Thereupon he put into their hands all the money the king
had given him for the journey, without keeping a single coin
for himself. The fishermen rejoiced at the good fortune which
had befallen them, but George put the fish back into the water.
The fish, thankful for this unexpected freedom, dived and dis-
appeared, but returning to the surface, said, ‘‘ Whenever you
may need my help you have but to call me, I shall not fail to
show my gratitude.”

“Where are you going?” asked the fisherman.

“T am in search of a wife for my old master; she is known
as the Maid with the Golden Locks: but I am at a loss where
to find her.” f

“Tf that be all, we can easily give you information,”