“Oh, you fools!” says he. “Why did you crush the old grandmother? Be quiet, and I will give you some more,” and he threw them some more. The people all crowded round, and Iván threw them all the gold he had. They asked for more, but Iván said, “I have no more just now. Another time I’ll give you some more. Now let us dance, and you can sing me your songs.”
The women began to sing.
“Your songs are no good,” says he.
“Where will you find better ones?” say they.
“I’ll soon show you,” says he.
He went to the barn, took a sheaf, thrashed it, stood it up, and bumped it on the ground.
“Now,” said he:
“O sheaf! my slave This order gave: Where a straw has been Let a soldier be seen!”
And the sheaf fell asunder and became so many soldiers. The drums and trumpets began to play. Iván ordered the soldiers to play and sing. He led them out into the street, and the people were amazed. The soldiers played and sang, and then Iván (forbidding anyone to follow him) led them back to the thrashing ground, changed them into a sheaf again, and threw it in its place.
He then went home and lay down in the stables to sleep.