CHAPTER XVII
The Arrival at the Castle
IT was the end of the third day when at last the two travellers espied a hill rising out of the plain. It shone and glittered as if it were made of diamonds, so they guessed that this must be the rays of the sun shining on the glass hill where the magician lived.
As they came closer they could see that the hill was very high and steep, and that there was no road leading up to the castle on the top.
"We can never win to the summit of that hill," said Sir Tristram in a melancholy voice.
"Oh, it will be all right. She knows all about it. She sent the giant to help us over the black lake, I'm sure," said George cheerfully. But he certainly did not like the hill at all. It was steeper than a switchback, and you know how steep that is!
At last they arrived at the foot of the hill. It was so slippery that their horses stumbled and nearly fell at the first step.
"That's no good," said George. "We must just sit down and wait."