nt with age, and leaning
on a long silver staff. This was the second Yezibaba.

"Yi, yi, my boy!" she cried. "How did you get here? Why, not even a
little bird or a tiny butterfly comes here, much less a human being.
You'd better escape if life is dear to you, or my son, when he comes
home, will eat you!"

"No, no, old mother, he won't eat me. I bring greetings from his
brother of the Leaden Castle."

"Well, if you bring greetings from the Leaden Castle you are safe
enough. Come in, my boy, and tell me your business."

"My business? For a long time, old mother, I've been looking for the
Glass Hill and the Three Citrons, but I can't find them. So I've come
to ask you whether you could tell me something about them."

"No, my boy, I don't know anything about the Glass Hill. But wait
until my son comes. Perhaps he can help you. In the meantime hide
yourself under the bed and don't come out until I call you."

The mountains rumbled and the castle trembled and the prince knew that
Yezibaba's son was coming home.

"Phew! Phew! I smell human meat! I'll eat it!" bellowed the mighty
fellow. He stood in the doorway and banged the ground with his silver
club until the whole castle shook.

"No, no, my son," said Yezibaba, "don't talk that way! A pretty little
chap has come bringing you greetings from your brother of the Leaden
Castle."

"Well, if he's been at the Leaden Castle and came to no harm, he'll
have nothing to fear from me either. Where is he?"

The prince slipped out from under the bed and stood before the ogre.
Looking up at him was like looking at the top of the tallest pine
tree.

"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