The Princess had no need to catch hold of his horns to keep herself from falling, his step was so even.

And all along as she rode she threw her balls up softly in the air, catching them as they fell.

But the brown bull spoke not a word.
"On and on they went; the sun rose high in the heavens and poured down on the girl's uncovered head the full heat of his rays.

But just as she began to feel it painfully, they entered a forest, where the green shade of the summer trees made a pleasant shelter.

And when they came out from the forest again on the other side the sun was declining; before long he had sunk below the horizon, evening was at hand.