But just at that moment the king`s horse got scared of something, neighed loudly and rose on hind legs. The kings hand shook and the arrow hit one of the swans, not the henhawk. The poor swan fell down… The remaining swan was flying round that place high in the sky calling for its love. Then seeing that it did not come back, the swan threw itself down on a crag, not far from the village Casutsa.

Approaching the rock and seeing blood on it the king got very sad. Not far from the rock a master was cutting some stones.

“Is the stone durable?”

“You won`t find a more durable stone that this one, Your Majesty, if you want to build a fortress to stand for ever…”

“Let it be so! A fortress should be built of this rock.”