Enrique sat down on some stones to weep over his sorrow, and there prayed to heaven for his sister's life. A kid which was gracing near the spot heard the sound of his lamentations.
‘Perhaps I can help thee, if thou wilt promise to give me the first thing that rubs itself against thy leg when thou art at home again, and to bring it here in twelve years' time, thou shalt have as much money as thou wilt.’