distance away. “You were to have lizard stew today but, see, I am bringing you my own dinner!”
Then she told him what she had heard Yezibaba say to her father.
“Today she almost brought you your dinner herself, for she suspects that I have been helping you. If she knew that I really had she would kill you.”
“Dear Ludmila,” Raduz said, “I know very well that without you I am lost! How can I ever thank you for all you have done for me?”
Ludmila said she didn’t want thanks. She was helping Raduz because she was sorry for him and loved him.
Then she took Yezibaba’s wand and struck the rocky cliff. At once, instead of the bare rock, there were sacks of grain and a millstone that worked merrily away grinding out fine flour. As you watched, the flour was kneaded up into loaves and then, pop went the loaves into a hot oven and soon the air was sweet with the smell of baking bread.
Raduz begged Ludmila to stay and talk to him, but she remembered that the old witch was waiting for her and she hurried home.
The next morning Raduz carried the baked loaves to Yezibaba. She sniffed at them suspiciously and
