“But I don’t want anything else!” Helli said.
When the Grouse saw that his second sister was not to be parted from her little locked box, he bade Helli mount his back and off they flew again.
“We’ll go to my youngest sister this time,” he said. “If she offers you a present, ask for the same thing.”
On, on they flew until the silver castle was lost to view.
“Now, master, look ahead and tell me what you see.”
Helli shaded his eyes and looked.
“I seem to see a golden haze like the sun behind a cloud.”
“That is the golden castle of my youngest sister.”
They arrived and the youngest sister threw her arms about the Grouse for she loved him dearly and had not seen him for a long time.
“Welcome, brother!” she said. “And welcome also to you, Helli!”