“Walked through their midst! What do you mean?”
So David told him of his adventure with the Lions; of how he had followed the little winding path and had seen that the fierce creatures were chained and unable to reach him, so long as he walked wisely and fearlessly.
“Well, well, well!” said the old man. “You certainly are a brave lad, David! You deserve help, indeed, and I stand ready to help you. Come with me.”
David followed wherever the old man led till they came to a tiny log cabin. Here his guide pushed open the door and stepped back, waiting for David to enter first. The interior of the cottage was modestly furnished, but it seemed very homelike and comfortable.
“We will have supper together, and you shall spend the night here with me; in the meantime I can tell you how best to capture the Wingèd Horse.”
So David remained with the kind old man and listened eagerly to all he had to say.
“How did you happen to come here, anyway, David? It must be a long way from your home?”
“Yes,” said David thoughtfully, “it is. But, you see, I had to follow the Blue Bird,
