Far over wooded hill and dale he journeyed but saw nothing even resembling a glass mountain. At last, tired out, he threw himself under a tree. As he did so, some ravens, croaking loudly, flew out of its top branches.
"Ah," thought the Prince, "these may direct me to where at least refreshment and rest may be obtained." And starting again, he followed in the direction that they had flown.
After three days and three nights he saw a castle before him, and full of rejoicing, approached it. It was entirely of lead and in the door stood Jezibaba leaning on a leaden staff.
"Haste from here, good youth," she said, "for nothing grows here, and when my son comes home he will devour you."
"Nay, old woman," said the Prince, "that must not be, for I come with respect for his power and knowledge, to seek his advice as to how I am to reach the glass mountain on which grows a wonderful lemon tree."
"Then I will help you," said Jezibaba, and hid the Prince behind a big broom. As she did so the castle shook, and peeping, the young man saw an awful being come up brandishing a leaden club.
"Yo, ho!" growled the ogre. "I smell human flesh on which to feast."
"Nay, my son," cajoled Jezibaba, "a youth is here, in truth, but only because he values your advice."
"In that case," responded the giant, "let him appear and I shall not hurt him."
The Prince came out, trembling, for he reached only to the giant's knees; but being brave of heart he courteously asked his question.