“Stay!” she cried. “You have taken Great Wind instead of Little Wind, as I advised you, but there is no help for it,” and she mounted behind him. Great Wind did not belie his name, and dashed into the night like a tempest.
“Do you see anything?” asked the girl.
“No, nothing,” said her husband.
“Look again,” she said. “Do you see anything now?”
“Yes,” he replied, “I see a great flame of fire.”
The bride took her wand, struck it three times, and said: “I change thee, Great Wind, into a garden, myself into a pear-tree, and my husband into a gardener.”
The transformation had hardly been effected when the master of the castle and his wife came up with them.
“Ha, my good man,” cried he to the seeming gardener, “has any one on horseback passed this way?”
“Three pears for a sou,” said the gardener.
“That is not an answer to my question,” fumed the old wizard, for such he was. “I asked if you had seen any one on horseback in this direction.”