for a moment and then, lowering his voice a little, he said: “I’ve never heard of any Glass Hill around here. But I tell you what you do: go on to my brother in arms who lives in the Silver Castle and ask him. Maybe he’ll be able to tell you. But I can’t let you go away hungry. That would never do! Hi, mother, bring out the dumplings!”
Old Yezibaba placed a large dish on the table and her giant son sat down.
“Well, come on! Eat!” he shouted to the prince.
When the prince took the first dumpling and bit into it, he almost broke two of his teeth, for the dumpling was made of lead.
“Well,” shouted Yezibaba’s son, “why don’t you eat? Doesn’t the dumphng taste good?”
“Oh, yes, very good,” said the prince, politely, “but just now I’m not hungry.”
“Well, if you’re not hungry now you will be later. Put a few in your pocket and eat them on your journey.”
So, whether he wanted them or not, the prince had to put some leaden dumplings into his pocket. Then he took his leave of Yezibaba and her son and traveled on.
He went on and on for three days and three nights.
