"Ah, ah!" returned the giant, looking around as if searching for him. "I don't know where it is, but if you go to my brother in the silver castle, he may direct you. Here, mother, give him some dumplings to last him on his journey."
The Prince bit into a dumpling placed before him and two of his teeth cracked, for the giant's food was of pure lead.
"I shall eat them later," he said, and placing three of them in his pockets, he thanked his hosts and bade them good-by.
Again over hill and dale he traveled, until wearied he sank as before under a thickly branched tree. From the top of this tree twelve ravens flew, and, remembering his former good fortune, he followed in the direction of their flight.
For three days and three nights he had journeyed when he saw before him a castle whose walls glistened in the sun. It was of the finest silver and at the gateway stood Jezibaba, leaning on a silver staff. He greeted her, saying, "I come from the leaden castle and bear a message for the owner here."
"In that case you are welcome, but that harm may not come to you before my son knows, let me hide you."
Soon after an ogre, more terrible than the first, appeared brandishing a silver club. And as he appeared the castle and ground were shaken.
"Yo-ho!" said the giant, "I smell human flesh for my meal to-day."
"Not so," spoke Jezibaba. "A youth is here, in truth, but not to be harmed. He bears a message to you from your brother of the leaden castle."
So the Prince was invited to come out of his hiding-place, which he did trembling, he seemed so insignificant beside the ogre. He showed the leaden dumplings in token that he spoke the truth and the ogre's face grew quite mild.