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Once there was a man who had three sons. When he died, the two eldest decided to go into the world to try their luck; but they wouldn’t take the younger with them at any cost. “You, now,” they said, “you’re no good for anything but sitting and holding the pine torches, poking in the ashes and blowing on the coals!”“Well, then, I’ll just have to go by myself, I will,” said the Ash Lad. “Then I won’t be at odds with my company, either!”