'It is almost night,' he thought; 'I will make a fire and rest,' and thus he did, and when the flames blazed up, the hoary hawk of the grey rock flew on to a bough above him.
'Sore was the plight of thy wife and thy horses when they passed here with the giant,' said the hawk.
'Never shall I find them,' answered the king, 'and nothing shall I get for all my trouble.'
'Oh, take heart,' replied the hawk, 'things are never so bad but what they might be worse. Eat and sleep and I will watch thee,' and the king did as he was bidden by the hawk, and by the morning he felt brave again.
'Farewell,' said the bird, 'and if danger presses call to me, and I will help you.'
On he walked, and on, and on, till as the dusk was falling he came to a great river, and on the bank there were sticks lying about.
'I will make myself a fire,' he thought, and thus he did, and by and bye a smooth brown head peered at him from the water, and a long body followed it.
'Sore was the plight of thy wife and thy horses when they passed the river last night,' said the otter.
'I have sought them and not found them,' answered the king, 'and nought shall I get for my trouble.'
'Be not so downcast,' replied the otter; 'before noon to-morrow thou shalt behold thy wife. But eat and sleep and I will watch over thee.' So the king did as the otter bid him, and when the sun rose he woke and saw the otter lying on the bank.