So the drunken squires cursed the shepherd and rode onward. But soon their skins turned cold, for there came a galloping across the moor, and the black mare, dabbled with white froth, went past with trailing bridle and empty saddle.
Nagle włosy stanęły im dębem ze strachu, bo oto przed nimi pędziła klacz kara, pokryta pianą, bez siodła i bez jeźdźca.