Ossetian fairy tales in English. Александр Юрьевич Кожиев

sorceress's son was doubtful: perhaps it was true. But still he did not leave the boy.

      When the sorceress's son was carrying the boy across the sixth river, Sirdon, taking on a different appearance, again overtook him and said:

      – “What a madman you are, good man! You keep carrying a dead man! The girl will obviously go to one of the Nart people, and you will be left with nothing!”

      This time the sorceress's son believed Sirdon and said to himself:

      – “Indeed, if it came to that, where am I carrying this dead man? And I'm also losing a girl!”

      He put the dead man on the ground and turned back to the tower.

      Then the sorceress's son guessed:

      – “It's all Sirdon's fault! And I have ruined the boy and achieved nothing!”

      He came back, stood over the dead man and thought: “What else should I do? Take him to his mother? But what shall I tell her?”

      Suddenly he remembered:

      – “We have a felt whip, let me try it out! He came back and told his mother what had happened.”

      – “I've come back for the felt whip”, – he said to his mother. “Will she be able to help the boy or not?”

      His mother said to him:

      – “You must try it, take it with you!”

      The sorceress's son took the felt whip with him and hurried back to the place where he had left the dead man. He arrived there, struck the dead man several times with the felt whip and said:

      – “May God turn you into what you were before!”

      The boy raised himself up and said:

      – “Oof, oof, how long I slept!”

      The sorceress's son told him how it was, what had happened to him. The boy said to the sorceress's son:

      – “If so, carry me across two more rivers, otherwise my case will be bad.”

      The sorceress's son took the boy and carried him across two more rivers.

      In the meantime, Sirdon tells the Narts:

      – “I made him put the boy on the ground, and now, if it pleases the God, the girl will be ours.”

      The Narts rejoiced and were happy.

      Then the son of the sorceress appeared with the boy and asked the Narts:

      – “What makes you happy, Narts? What are you happy about?”

      – “What makes us happy? – replied the Narts. “Now we shall have Verahan!”

      – “Well, all right”, – said the sorceress's son. “Let's see who is the bravest among us.”

      The evening came and the aldar again informed the people:

      – “Whoever still wants to try his luck, let him come tomorrow and the day after tomorrow.”

      The sorceress's son took the boy not to the place where he was born, but to his home. He told his mother not to worry, her boy would sleep at his place tonight. He left food for the widow to eat and returned home.

      After feeding the boy, he began to admonish him:

      – “We must think about what we must do tomorrow. We shall load you into the cannon again and shoot you so that you will hit the top of the tower.”

      On the second day, when the people were again gathered at the tower, the son of the sorceress brought the boy there and said to him:

      – “Don't spare your strength! If we do not succeed this time, it will be more difficult.”

      – “Do not doubt me”, – he replied. “Make sure that I get to the top of the tower, and then it will be what God wants.”

      The people gathered in great numbers watched the son of the sorceress and the boy; the Narts were afraid that the girl would fall to them.

      The sorceress's son loaded a cannon with the boy and fired. The boy found himself on the tower and started throwing it in all directions. People marveled at him, and the aldar himself marveled.

      He destroyed the tower as he had to, as it had been agreed. The aldar stood up, took his daughter by the hand, led her out and said:

      – “Today I recognize my son-in-law.” And the sorceress's son said:

      – “She can't be given away as a boy; after all, everything has been done thanks to me!”

      – “I recognize no one but this boy!” – replied the aldar. “My son-in-law is the one who destroyed the tower! Gather on such a day that I may meet my son-in-law!”

      The appointed day came. The aldar prepared many kosarts, set tables, and the people sat down to feast. The sorceress's son also sat at the table, but he had not brought the boy with him.

      The aldar handed his daughter a glass and said:

      – “My daughter herself knows her soulmate. Whoever she hands the glass to will be her husband.”

      The aldar's daughter went out with the glass, went around, looked at everyone, but did not hand the glass to anyone, turned back and sadly went to her room. She paid no attention to the son of the sorceress, who was sitting at the table, she did not even look at him.

      The aldar gave an order:

      – “Gather tomorrow everyone, adults and non-adults, worthy and unworthy – all without distinction!”

      Again he set the tables. They gathered all the people they could. And the boy dressed himself in the clothes of a beggar and came to the feast; he tied a ring on his finger with a rag, saying that he had cut his hand.

      People sat down at the tables. The girl took out a ladle of beer – a glass of honor – and began to walk around the tables, looking at people intently. But her gaze stopped on no one.