“Yes! I’ll be sure to ask him”, said the lad.
Well! when he left the palace he came to a great broad river; and while he stood there and wondered whether he should cross it, or go down along the bank, an old hunchbacked man came up, and asked whither he was going?
“Oh, I’m going to the Dragon of Deepferry, if I could only find any one to tell where I can find him.”
“I can tell you that”, said the man; “for here I go backwards and forwards, and carry those over who are going to see him. He lives just across, and when you climb the hill you’ll see his castle; but mind, if you come to talk with him, to ask him from me how long I’m to stop here and carry folk over.”
“I’ll be sure to ask him”, said the lad.
So the man took him on his back and carried him over the river; and when he climbed the hill, he saw the castle, and went in.
He found there a Princess who lived with the Dragon all alone; and she said:
“But, dear friend, how can Christian folk dare to come hither? None have been here since I came, and you’d best be off as fast as you can; for as soon as the Dragon comes home, he’ll smell you out, and gobble you up in a trice, and that’ll make me so unhappy.”
“Nay! nay!” said the lad; “I can’t go before I’ve got three feathers out of his tail.”
“You’ll never get them”, said, the Princess; “you’d best be off.”