Go There, Don't Know Where

Cheerful buffoons tell that in a certain kingdom, in a certain state, there lived a king. He always held a scepter in one hand and an orb in the other. And everyone called him Your Royal Majesty. And it’s impossible to count how many servants that king had. And bakers, and pharmacists, and hairdressers, and bathhouse attendants, and even a separate servant for the royal chamber pot. And the tsar had a servant of the lowest rank, Sergei, who went hunting and supplied the tsar with various delicacies. Sergei once went into the forest to catch a delicacy, but he didn’t come across anything - not an elk, not a partridge, not a hare. Only in the sky did he see a kite pecking a white dove. The hunter took aim accurately, and all that was left of the kite was fluff and feathers. And the dove immediately turned into a red maiden and said that now they have one path - to the altar. And they lived happily. And the old king found out about this and became jealous, deciding to destroy the archer.