He did so. The man ran after him, sword in hand, until he reached his father's house. ‘My son, is it not possible that you come to my house without being angry?’ ‘I cannot, father’, said the son, drawing his sword and making two halves of the horse. ‘No help for it’, said the father. ‘A man's life is better than that. ‘Go out to-night and take with you the slender white horse. Keep him in the heat of his blood, and if you made haste last night, make twice the haste to-night’, said his father.’