“Is that enough?” cried Broad, after he had spread out so wide that the Prince could scarcely see across him. “Yes, that is enough.” So Broad began to shrink, and soon he was no fatter than he had been before. “Yes, you are certainly a very wonderful fellow, and I should like to have you for a servant,” said the Prince. “Will you come with me also?” Yes, Broad would come, for a master who was good enough for Long was good enough for him too. So now the Prince had two servants. He rode on across the plain toward the mountains, and the two followed him. After a while they came to a man sitting by the way with a bandage over his eyes. The Prince stopped and spoke to him. “Are you blind, my poor fellow, that you wear a bandage over your eyes?” “No,” answered the man, “I am not blind. I wear the bandage because I see too well without it. Even now, with this bandage, I can see as clearly as you ever can. If I take it off, I can see for hundreds of miles, and when I look at anything steadily my sight is so strong that the thing is riven to pieces, or bursts into flame and is burned.” “That is a very curious thing,” said the Prince. “Could you break yonder rock to pieces merely by looking at it?” “Yes, I could do that.” “I would like to see it done,” said the Prince. Well, the man was ready to oblige him. So he took the bandage from his eyes and fixed his gaze on the rock. First the rock grew hot, and then it smoked, and then, with a great noise, it exploded into tiny fragments, so that the pieces flew about through the air. “Yes, you are even more wonderful than these other two,” said the Prince, “and they are wonderful enough. How are you called?” “My name is Sharpsight.” “Well, Sharpsight, will you take service with me, for I need just such a servant as you?” Yes, Sharpsight would do that; so now the Prince had three servants, and they were such servants as no one in the world ever had before. They travelled along over the plain, and at last they came to the foot of the mountain that lay between them and the iron castle. “Now we must either go over it or round it,” said the Prince; “and which shall it be?” “No need for that, Master,” answered Sharpsight. “Just let me unbandage my eyes, but be careful you are not struck by any of the flying pieces when the mountain begins to split.” So the Prince and Broad and Long took shelter behind a clump of trees, and then Sharpsight uncovered his eyes. He fixed his eyes on the mountain, and presently it began to groan and split and splinter. Pieces of sharp rock and stones flew through the air. It was not long before Sharpsight’s gaze had bored a way straight through the mountain and out on the other side. Then he put back the bandage over his eyes and called to the Prince that the way was clear.