At length this longing grew so strong on him that he could bear it no more; and, calling the fairies together, he said to them: “Dear wife and sisters, I must leave you for a time, and go out and see the world. But I shall think of you often, and one day I shall come back to you.” The fairies wept and begged him to stay, but he would not listen, and at last the eldest, who was his wife, said to him: “If you really will abandon us, take this lock of my hair with you; you will find it useful in time of need.” So she cut off a long curl, and handed it to him. The prince mounted his horse, and rode on all day without stopping once. Towards evening he found himself in a desert, and, look where he would, there was no such thing as a house or a man to be seen. “What am I to do now?” he thought. “If I go to sleep here wild beasts will come and eat me! Yet both I and my horse are worn out, and can go no further.” Then suddenly he remembered the fairy’s gift, and taking out the curl he said to it: “I want a castle here, and servants, and dinner, and everything to make me comfortable tonight; and besides that, I must have a stable and fodder for my horse.” And in a moment the castle was before him just as he had wished. In this way he travelled through many countries, till at last he came to a land that was ruled over by a great king. Leaving his horse outside the walls, he clad himself in the dress of a poor man, and went up to the palace. The queen, who was looking out of the window, saw him approaching, and filled with pity sent a servant to ask who he was and what he wanted. “I am a stranger here,” answered the young king, “and very poor. I have come to beg for some work.” “We have everybody we want,” said the queen, when the servant told her the young man’s reply. “We have a gate-keeper, and a hall porter, and servants of all sorts in the palace; the only person we have not got is a goose-boy. Tell him that he can be our goose-boy if he likes.” The youth answered that he was quite content to be goose-boy; and that was how he got his nickname of Paperarello. And in order that no one should guess that he was any better than a goose-boy should be, he rubbed his face and his rags over with mud, and made himself altogether such a disgusting object that every one crossed over to the other side of the road when he was seen coming. “Do go and wash yourself, Paperarello!” said the queen sometimes, for he did his work so well that she took an interest in him. “Oh, I should not feel comfortable if I was clean, your Majesty,” answered he, and went whistling after his geese.