And that was the Welwa . Petru planted himself firmly in his stirrups , and began to lay about him with his sword , but could feel nothing . A day and a night went by , and the fight was still undecided , but at last the Welwa began to pant for breath . ` Let us wait a little and rest , ' gasped she . Petru stopped and lowered his sword . ` You must not stop an instant , ' said the horse , and Petru gathered up all his strength , and laid about him harder than ever . The Welwa gave a neigh like a horse and a howl like a wolf , and threw herself afresh on Petru . For another day and night the battle raged more furiously than before . And Petru grew so exhausted he could scarcely move his arm . ` Let us wait a little and rest , ' cried the Welwa for the second time , ` for I see you are as weary as I am . ' ` You must not stop an instant , ' said the horse . And Petru went on fighting , though he barely had strength to move his arm . But the Welwa had ceased to throw herself upon him , and began to deliver her blows cautiously , as if she had no longer power to strike . And on the third day they were still fighting , but as the morning sky began to redden Petru somehow managed -- how I can not tell -- to throw the bridle over the head of the tired Welwa . In a moment , from the Welwa sprang a horse -- the most beautiful horse in the world . ` Sweet be your life , for you have delivered me from my enchantment , ' said he , and began to rub his nose against his brother 's . And he told Petru all his story , and how he had been bewitched for many years . So Petru tied the Welwa to his own horse and rode on . Where did he ride ? That I can not tell you , but he rode on fast till he got out of the copper wood .
` Stay still , and let me look about , and see what I never have seen before , ' XXXXX Petru again to his horse .
Let bewitched grew lowered raged said sprang stopped tied told