Well pleased with all he had done , Jose returned to the palace ; but when the king took the precious objects to Bella-Flor , she declared that she would never open her door till the bandit who had carried her off had been fried in oil . ' I am very sorry , ' said the king to Jose , ' I really would rather not ; but you see I have no choice . ' While the oil was being heated in the great caldron , Jose went to the stables to inquire of his friend the horse if there was no way for him to escape . ` Do not be frightened , ' said the horse . ` Get on my back , and I will gallop till my whole body is wet with perspiration , then rub it all over your skin , and no matter how hot the oil may be you will never feel it . ' Jose did not ask any more questions , but did as the horse bade him ; and men wondered at his cheerful face as they lowered him into the caldron of boiling oil . He was left there till Bella-Flor cried that he must be cooked enough . Then out came a youth so young and handsome , that everyone fell in love with him , and Bella-Flor most of all . As for the old king , he saw that he had lost the game ; and in despair he flung himself into the caldron , and was fried instead of Jose . Then Jose was proclaimed king , on condition that he married Bella-Flor which he promised to do the next day . But first he went to the stables and sought out the horse , and said to him : ` It is to you that I owe my life and my crown . Why have you done all this for me ? ' And the horse answered : ' I am the soul of that unhappy man for whom you spent all your fortune . And when I saw you in danger of death I begged that I might help you , as you had helped me . For , as I told you , Good deeds bear their own fruit ! ' The Bird of Truth -LSB- From Cuentos , Oraciones , y Adivinas , por Fernan Caballero . -RSB- Once upon a time there lived a poor fisher who built a hut on the banks of a stream which , shunning the glare of the sun and the noise of the towns , flowed quietly past trees and under bushes , listening to the songs of the birds overhead . One day , when the fisherman had gone out as usual to cast his nets , he saw borne towards him on the current a cradle of crystal . Slipping his net quickly beneath it he drew it out and lifted the silk coverlet . Inside , lying on a soft bed of cotton , were two babies , a boy and a girl , who opened their eyes and smiled at him .
The man was filled with pity at the sight , and throwing down his lines he XXXXX the cradle and the babies home to his wife .
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