He himself did not notice the loss of his chaplet till he reached the goal, where he had to exert all his strength to rein up his maddened steed.

He had reached the goal; but he had lost his crown.
"Look! he has lost his crown: he cannot therefore be the Whitsun King!" cried many voices.
But who was to be the king, then?
The crown was irrecoverably trampled to pieces in the dust.
"That is not fair!" exclaimed the majority.

Many proposed a fresh race.
"I am ready for anything you like," said the strange youth.
"Stop, little brother!" replied Martin, in a subdued, husky voice, which quivered with rage.

"We want to prove which of us two is the better man.
I confess that on level ground you go quicker than I.You have the better horse, and a fool may win if his horse be quick enough.

But, come now, show us whether you are a man where standing one's ground, not running away, is the great point.