"Oh!" cried she, "that villain of a Smallhead has robbed me. She has stolen my book, made a man of the pig, and taken him away with her."
What could she do but tell her whole story to the sister. "Go you," said she, "and follow them. You have more enchantment than Smallhead has."
"How am I to know them?" asked the sister.
"Bring the first two strange things that you find; they will turn themselves into something wonderful."
The sister then made a hawk of herself and flew away as swiftly as any March wind.
"Look behind," said Smallhead to the King's son some hours later; "see what is coming."
"I see nothing," said he, "but a hawk coming swiftly."
"That is the hag's sister. She has three times more enchantment than the hag herself. But fly down on the ditch and be picking yourself as doves do in rainy weather, and maybe she'll pass without seeing us."
The hawk saw the doves, but thinking them nothing wonderful, flew on till evening, and then went back to her sister.
"Did you see anything wonderful?"