‘What is it that shines on the roof?’
The young men guessed and guessed. ‘The sun—the moon.’ But none of them really knew.
‘May I answer?’ asked the prince.
‘Yes, certainly,’ replied the troll; and the prince spoke.
‘The lamp that you stole from the princess whilst she was asleep in the garden.’ And again the troll nodded.
The third question was harder still.
‘Where does the meat and drink you have had here come from?’
None of the young men could guess.
‘May I say?’ asked the prince.
‘Yes, if you can,’ replied the troll.