"Phrygia?" asked Johannes, for he knew the name of those caps well.
"Maybe," said Wistik. "Is not this a great find? And I know, too...." Here he spoke in whispers again, very importantly, behind the back of his hand, in Johannes' ear: "Here they know something more about the little gold key, and the book, which we are both trying to find."
"Is the book here?" asked Johannes.
"I do not know yet," said Wistik, a trifle disturbed. "I did not say that, but the people know about it—that is certain."
"Are there people here?"
"Certainly there are. Human beings, and elves, and all kinds of animals. And they know all about it."
"Is Windekind here, too, Wistik?"
"I do not doubt it, Johannes, but I have not seen him yet. Shall we try to find him?"
"Oh, yes, Wistik! But how are we going to get down there? It is too steep. We shall break our necks."
"No, indeed, if only you are not afraid. Just let yourself float. Then you will be all right."