The three brothers took their aged father, conducted him into their cottage, dug under the raised portion of the floor, made up a bed with sheets and frieze-coats, for straw was scarce, and placed the old man there, brought him a loaf of bread as black as the holy earth, and covered him over with the floor.  There the old man abode for two or three months, and his sons brought him clandestinely all they had.  The summer passed without harvest, without mowing.  September passed too.  Autumn passed without joy.  Winter passed too.  Now came spring; the sun became warm.  It was now time to sow, but there was no seed.  The world was large, but there was no seed-corn.  When one kind was used up, the people sowed others, hoping that there would be a crop; but when they cast it into the holy earth, it rotted there.  It seemed as if the end of the world were come.

Then the three sons went to their father, and asked him:  “Daddy, what shall we do?  It’s time to sow.  God is now sending showers of rain; the earth is warmed and is crumbling like grits; but of seed there is not a blessed grain,” “Take, my sons, and strip the old roof off the house, and thresh the bundles and sow the chaff.”  The lads stripped the house and barn (anyhow, there was nothing in it), and threshed away till the sweat ran from their brows, so that they crushed the bundles as small as poppy-seeds.  When they sowed, God gave a blessing; so in a week’s time it became green like rue; in a month’s time, in two months’ time, there was corn, ever so much—­ever so much, and all manner of seed was found there:  there was rye, there was wheat and barley; yea, maybe, there was also a plant or two of buckwheat and millet.  Wherever you went throughout the world there was no corn to be seen; all the plain was overgrown with grasses, steppe-grasses, and thistles, but with them was corn like a forest.  How people wondered and were astounded!  The fame thereof went over the whole world, and the news reached the emperor himself, that in such and such a place there were three own brothers, and with them corn had sprung up for all the world, and so beautiful, never was the like beheld!  The emperor ordered the three brothers to appear in the imperial presence.

The brothers heard of it, and smacked the tops of their heads with their hands.  “Now it will be amen with us!” They went again to their father.  “Daddy! they tell us to appear before the emperor.  Advise us, daddy, what to do!” “Go, my sons—­what will be, will be; and tell the pure truth before the emperor.”  The brothers started off and went to the emperor.  The emperor inquired menacingly:  “Why, villains, did ye hoard up corn, when there was such a famine that so many people died of hunger?  Tell the truth; if not I shall order you to be tortured and racked even unto death.”  The brothers related all as it had been, from the beginning to the end.  “Now, most gracious emperor, give us over to any torture whatever, or let thy kindness have compassion