‘That becomes a sea.’
‘And this hatchet?’
‘That becomes a thorn hedge, which no one can pass through. But why do you ask all these questions? I am sure you have something in your head.’
‘Oh, I just wanted to know; and how could anyone find me out here?’ and she began to cry.
‘Oh, don’t cry, I was only in fun,’ said the ogre.
He was soon asleep again, and a yellow light shone through the castle.
‘Come quick!’ called Dschemil from the chest; ‘we must fly now while the ogre is asleep.’
‘Not yet,’ she said, ‘there is a yellow light shining. I don’t think he is asleep.’
So they waited for an hour. Then Dschemil whispered again: ‘Wake up! There is no time to lose!’
‘Let me see if he is asleep,’ said she, and she peeped in, and saw a red light shining. Then she stole back to her cousin, and asked, ‘But how are we to get out?’