The next afternoon when they passed another lake, Suyettar tried again to tempt Kerttu into the water.
“The sun is very hot,” she said, “and it would refresh us both to bathe. Come, Kerttu, my dear, don’t refuse me this time!”
But again Musti tugged at Kerttu’s skirts and, licking her hand, whispered the warning:
“Don’t do it, dear mistress! Don’t go in bathing with her or she will bewitch you!”
So again Kerttu said politely:
“No, I don’t feel like going in bathing. You go in alone and I’ll wait for you here.”
But this was not what Suyettar wanted and she said, no, she didn’t care to go in alone. She was furious, too, with Musti and later when Kerttu wasn’t looking she gave the poor little dog a kick that broke another leg. Thereafter Musti had to hop along on two legs.
They slept the third night by the wayside and the next day they went on again always following the magic cake. In midafternoon they passed a lake and Suyettar said:
“Surely, my dear, you must be tired and hot. Let us both bathe in this cool lake.”
But Musti, hopping painfully along on two legs, yelped weakly and said to Kerttu: