The king and queen, feigning to weep over the loss of their daughter, themselves presented to him the false Princess.
"She was mounted on his back, and off he rushed with her--up hill, down dale, by rocky ground and smooth, across rivers and through forests he rushed, said the girl, faster and faster, till at last, as evening fell, he came to a stand and spoke to her for the first time.
"'What time of day must it be by this, king's daughter ?' he said.
"The girl considered for a moment.

Then, forgetting her pretended position, she replied thoughtlessly, "'It must be getting late.

About the time that my father gathers the flowers to adorn the king's and queen's supper table.' "'Throw thee once, throw thee twice, throw thee _thrice_,' roared the bull, each time shaking the girl roughly, and the last time flinging her off his back.

'Shame on thee, gardener's daughter, and thou wouldst call thyself a true Princess.' "And with that he left her bruised and frightened out of her wits on the ground, and rushed off by himself whither she knew not.

And it was not till two days later that the unfortunate gardener's daughter found her way home, glad enough, one may be sure, to be again there in safety.
"In the meantime the ravages and terrors caused by the terrible bull had begun again, and, as before, messengers came incessantly to the king entreating him to find some means of protecting his unfortunate subjects.