“Tell me, little mother,” went on the prince, “where shall I find my hare?” “My son,” replied the old woman, “that was no hare, but a dragon who has led many men hither, and then has eaten them all.” At these words the prince’s heart grew heavy, and he cried, “Then my brothers must have come here, and have been eaten by the dragon!” “You have guessed right,” answered the old woman; “and I can give you no better counsel than to go home at once, before the same fate overtakes you.” “Will you not come with me out of this dreadful place?” said the young man. “He took me prisoner, too,” answered she, “and I cannot shake off his chains.” “Then listen to me,” cried the prince. “When the dragon comes back, ask him where he always goes when he leaves here, and what makes him so strong; and when you have coaxed the secret from him, tell me the next time I come.” So the prince went home, and the old woman remained in the mill, and as soon as the dragon returned she said to him: “Where have you been all this time—you must have travelled far?” “Yes, little mother, I have indeed travelled far.” answered he. Then the old woman began to flatter him, and to praise his cleverness; and when she thought she had got him into a good temper, she said: “I have wondered so often where you get your strength from; I do wish you would tell me. I would stoop and kiss the place out of pure love!” The dragon laughed at this, and answered: “In the hearthstone yonder lies the secret of my strength.” Then the old woman jumped up and kissed the hearth; whereat the dragon laughed the more, and said: “You foolish creature! I was only jesting. It is not in the hearthstone, but in that tall tree that lies the secret of my strength.” Then the old woman jumped up again and put her arms round the tree, and kissed it heartily. Loudly laughed the dragon when he saw what she was doing. “Old fool,” he cried, as soon as he could speak, “did you really believe that my strength came from that tree?” “Where is it then?” asked the old woman, rather crossly, for she did not like being made fun of. “My strength,” replied the dragon, “lies far away; so far that you could never reach it. Far, far from here is a kingdom, and by its capital city is a lake, and in the lake is a dragon, and inside the dragon is a wild boar, and inside the wild boar is a pigeon, and inside the pigeon a sparrow, and inside the sparrow is my strength.” And when the old woman heard this, she thought it was no use flattering him any longer, for never, never, could she take his strength from him. The following morning, when the dragon had left the mill, the prince came back, and the old woman told him all that the creature had said. He listened in silence, and then returned to the castle, where he put on a suit of shepherd’s clothes, and taking a staff in his hand, he went forth to seek a place as tender of sheep.