“God keep thee, Far Seer!”
“On what journey art thou, renowned Kiss Miklos?”
“Haho! good friend Far Seer, perhaps thou hast heard of the Green Daughter of the Green King.”
“I have not.”
“Well then, hear now, for I am going to woo her.”
“Take me with thee, mayhap thou’lt get good of me.”
Now there were six of them, and they journeyed and travelled after that, across forty-nine kingdoms and farther, till they came upon a man who threw a seven-hundred-pound iron club thirty-five miles as easily as I could throw a small stone a few yards. This was Far Caster, who, when he saw Kiss Miklos and his comrades, came and said: “God give thee a good-day, renowned Kiss Miklos; for in my world-beautiful life I have ever heard thy fame.”
“God guard thee, Far Caster!”
“What journey art thou on?”
“Better thou hadst not asked. Hast thou heard of the Green King?”