The great creature caught it in his mouth like a dog, and brought it gently to the Princess and laid it at her feet.

She took it and half timidly stroked his head; and no one who had seen the soft pathetic look which crept into his large round eyes would have believed in his being the cruel monster he had been described.

He did not speak, he seemed without the power to do so now, but by signs he made the Princess understand it was time to continue their journey, and she mounted his back as before.
"All that day the bull travelled on, but the Princess was now getting accustomed to her strange steed, and felt less tired and frightened.

And when the sun grew hot the bull was sure to find a sheltered path, where the trees shaded her from the glare, and when the road was rough he went the more slowly, that she should not be shaken.
"Late in the evening the Princess heard a far-off rushing sound, that as they went seemed to grow louder and louder.
"'What is that, brown bull ?' she asked, feeling somehow a little frightened.
"The brown bull raised his head and looked round him.

Yes, the sun had sunk, he might speak.