unger nor fatigue, got up and pursued their way in
the same direction that the bird had flown.

At the hour of evening service the children arrived at a city which
they imagined must be that in which the king, their father, dwelt.
They begged a good woman to give them shelter for the night, and this,
seeing they were so well-spoken and well-mannered, she kindly granted.

The following morning had scarcely dawned when the girl arose and
tidied the house, and the boy drew the water and watered the garden,
so that when the good woman got up she found all the housework done.
She was so pleased with this that she proposed to the children that
they should remain and live with her. The boy said that his sister
might, but that it was necessary for him to arrange some business
matters, for which he had come to the city. So he departed, and
followed a chance road, praying to heaven to guide his steps and bring
his enterprise to a successful ending.

For three days he followed various byways, but without seeing any
vestige of the tower; on the fourth, sad and weary he seated himself
under the shadow of a tree. After a short time he saw a little
turtle-dove arrive and rest among the branches of the tree; so he said
to it in its own language:

"Little turtle-dove, I wish you could tell me where the castle of Go
and Return Not is?"

"Poor boy," responded the turtle-dove, "who bore you such ill-will as
to send you there?"

"It is my good or my evil fortune," replied the boy.

"Then if you wish to know it," said the bird, "follow the Wind, which
to-day blows toward it!"

Then the boy thanked the turtle-dove and recommenced his journey,
following the course of the wind as it changed and chopped about to
different points of the compass. The country gradually grew sadder
and more arid; and, as night approached, the path led between bare and
sombre rocks, a vast black mass among them being the tower wherein
dwelt the witch whom the boy was in search of. The sight of the
hideous place terrified him at first; but as he was brave--like every
one whose aim is the furtherance of a good work--he advanced boldly.
When he reached the tower, he picked up a big stone and struck the
gate with it three times; the hollows of the rocks reverberated with
the sounds, as if sighs were uttered from their very entrails.

Then the door opened, and there appeared in the doorway an old woman
carrying a candle that lit up her face, which was so wrinkl