Simon the Soldier heard of all these things next morning, and went to his brother.
“Tell me,” says he, “where you got those soldiers from, and where you have taken them to?”
“What does it matter to you?” said Iván.
“What does it matter? Why, with soldiers one can do anything. One can win a kingdom.”
Iván wondered.
“Really!” said he; “Why didn’t you say so before? I’ll make you as many as you like. It’s well the lass and I have thrashed so much straw.”
Iván took his brother to the barn and said:
“Look here; if I make you some soldiers, you must take them away at once, for if we have to feed them, they will eat up the whole village in a day.”
Simon the Soldier promised to lead the soldiers away; and Iván began to make them. He bumped a sheaf on the thrashing floor—a company appeared. He bumped another sheaf, and there was a second company. He made so many that they covered the field.
“Will that do?” he asked.
Simon was overjoyed, and said: “That will do! Thank you, Iván!”
“All right,” said Iván. “If you want more, come back, and I’ll make them. There is plenty of straw this season.”