Then he gave him the necessary directions so that he might find the way there without delay, and also the magic word which he had to pronounce at the gate. After some hours he came to the gate of a palace, which was in every respect like that of the Magician. He knocked, and in answer to the question, "Who are you, and what do you want here?" he answered, "I want the little gold horn."
"I perceive that my brother has sent you to me. What does he want of me?"
"He wants a little piece of red cloth; he has torn a hole in his cloak."
"Here's a piece, and now get you gone from here!" a woman in the palace cried angrily, at the same time throwing into his opened hands a little piece of red cloth, which she had cut in the shape of a tongue.
He journeyed on for several hours, and at last came to the foot of a high mountain. On a spur of rock was a castle, which looked exactly like that of the Magician. Then he knocked at the great gate, and a voice came from the interior, saying, "Who are you, and what is your desire?"
"I want the little gold hand."
"That's all right. I perceive that my brother has sent you. What does he want from me?"
"He wants two lentil-grains for soup."
"What rubbish! Here, take them and make yourself scarce!"
Then the owner of the castle threw him two little lentil-grains, wrapped in a piece of paper, and noisily closed the window.