as God leads me."

So he left the wild woman and crossed the mountains. He went on and on
until he was footsore and weary. Then at last he came to the Tiger's
house.

The Tiger's wife met him.

"Be off, young man!" she warned him, "or the Tiger when he comes home
will eat you!"

"No!" said the Youngest Brother, "now I'm here I'm going to stay for I
have a question to ask the Tiger."

The Tiger's wife was making bread. When the dough was ready to go into
the oven, she leaned over the glowing embers of the fire and began to
brush them aside with her body.

"Stop!" the Youngest Brother cried. "You will burn yourself!"

"But how else can I brush aside the glowing embers?" the Tiger's wife
asked.

"I'll show you."

The Youngest Brother cut a branch from a tree outside and fashioned it
into a rough broom. Then he showed the Tiger's wife how to use it.

"Ah!" she said gratefully, "before this always when I've baked bread
I've been sick for ten days afterwards. Now I shall be sick no more for
you have taught me how to use a broom. In return let me hide you in a
dark corner and when the Tiger comes home I'll tell him how kind you
have been and perhaps he will not eat you."

So she hid the Youngest Brother in a dark corner and when the Tiger
came home she met him and said:

"See, I have baked bread to-day but I am not sick, for a youth has shown
me how I can brush aside the embers without burning myself."

The Tiger was overjoyed to hear that his wife had been able to bake
bread without being made sick and he swore to be a brother to him who
had taught her the use of a broom. So the Youngest Brother came out from
the dark corner where he was hiding and the Tiger made him welcome.

"What are you doing wandering about in this wild country?" the Tiger
asked.

"I am searching for the Nightingale Gisar and I have come to you to ask
you if you can tell me where I can find that glorious bird."

The Tiger had never heard of the Nightingale Gisar but he thought that
his oldest brother the Lion might know.

"Go straight on from here," he said, "until you come to the Lion's
house. His old wife stands outside facing the house with her long thin
old dugs thrown over her shoulders. Go up to her from behind and take
her dugs and put them in your mouth and suck them and when she asks you
who you are, say: 'Don't you know me, old mother? I'm your oldest cub.'
Then she will lead you in to the Lion who is so old that his eyel