Thadhellala packed all the contents of
the shop on their backs and said to the muleteer:
"I will go on ahead; my son will come in a moment. Wait for him--he will
pay you."
She went off with the mules and the treasures which she had packed upon
them. The servant came back soon.
"Where is your mother?" cried the muleteer; "hurry and, pay me."
"You tell me where she is and I will make her give me back what she has
stolen." And they went before the justice.
Thadhellala pursued her way, and met seven young students. She said to one
of them, "A hundred francs and I will marry you." The student gave them to
her. She made the same offer to the others, and each one took her word.
Arriving at a fork in the road, the first one said, "I will take you," the
second one said, "I will take you," and so on to the last.
Thadhellala answered: "You shall have a race as far as that ridge over
there, and the one that gets there first shall marry me."
The young men started. Just then a horseman came passing by. "Lend me your
horse," she said to him. The horseman jumped off.
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