“Don’t think we are dead,” said Gold Boot; “we are not. It is how we are enchanted and unable to rise out of this.”
“What put you in it?” asked Cud.
“A man will come out by and by with pipes, making music, and he’ll bring so much sleep on you that he’ll put you on that empty spike, and the field will be full. If you take my advice you will not wait for him.”
“My grief and my sorrow! I will never stir till I see all that is here,” replied Cud.
It wasn’t long he was waiting when the piper came out, and the very first sound that he heard Cud ran and caught the pipes; whatever music the man was making, Cud played seven times better.
When Cud took the pipes, the piper ran crying into the castle where the wizard was.
“What is on you?” asked the wizard.
“A man caught my pipes, and he is a twice better player than what I am.”
“Never mind that, take these with you; these are the pipes that won’t be long in putting sleep on him.”