“Well, little June bug, so you’ve been at my brother’s, eh?”
“Yes,” said the prince. “See, I still have the dumplings he gave me for the journey.”
“I believe you. Well, what do you want?”
“What do I want? I came to ask you whether you could tell me something about the Glass Hill and the Three Citrons.”
“H’m, it seems to me I used to hear something about them, but I forget. I tell you what you do: go to my brother of the Golden Castle and ask him. But wait! I can’t let you go away hungry. Hi, mother, bring out the dumplings!”
Yezibaba brought the dumplings on a large silver dish and put them on the table.
“Eat!” shouted her son.
The prince saw they were silver dumplings, so he said he wasn’t hungry just then, but he’d like to take some with him for the journey.
“Take as many as you want,” shouted the ogre. “And give my greetings to my brother and my aunt.”
So the prince took some silver dumplings, made suitable thanks, and departed.
He journeyed on from the Silver Castle three days and three nights, through dense forests and over rough
