The princess sat down in the market square, near the road, arranged her goods around and prepared to trade. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a man on a hot horse flew around the corner like a whirlwind and rushed right over the pots, leaving behind a cloud of dust and a pile of broken shards.
The queen burst into tears.
“Oh, how can I get it!” she said in fear, sorting through the remains of the trampled dishes. Oh, what will my husband say now!
She ran home and, crying, told him about her
misfortune.