He journeyed and travelled across forty-nine kingdoms to the first enchanted castle, where there stood on guard a big hairy devil, who had a terribly large whip in his hand, to kill, without pity or mercy, every man going up or down. Now, the hairy devil attacked Yanoshka sharply and roughly, thus:—
“Who art thou?”
“I, my lord elder brother.”
“Who art thou?” asked the devil again.
“I.”
“Art thou Yanoshka?”
“I am.”
“Why art thou here in this strange land, where even a bird does not go?”
“I am going for the world-sweetly speaking bird. Hast thou heard of it, my lord elder brother?”
“What is the use in delay or denial? I have not indeed heard. But over there lives my elder brother; if he knows nothing of it, then no one in the world knows.”