"Large," said Keen Eyes, by way of answer, "get on Long's shoulders with me. He will take us to the shore of the sea where the storm-tossed wave is swimming."
Large obeyed, and at once and swiftly they made their way to the sea—swifter than the north wind they travelled, over plains and over mountains, past rivers and hills.
"Faster, faster!" cried Keen Eyes.
They reached the sea, but their difficulty was not over. How should they get possession of the storm-tossed wave? Long stretched himself and pursued it, but when he thought he held it, it would slip from his hands and disappear.
"Wait," said Large. "I am going to get it."
Then he began to drink, drink, drink, so rapidly that the wave with the void in its centre was at last brought within reach, so that the ring could be seized.
What an extraordinary sight it was to see a man as big as the thickest mountains, casting his shadow over the entire country, his head reaching beyond the clouds that floated in the sky. Large's immense size can be imagined. He had been compelled to drink the greater part of the sea so as to get possession of the ring.
Having found the Princess at last, Long and Keen Eyes started on their return journey to the magician's castle.