s; through forests with
trees whose stems were as thick as beer-barrels; stumbling and knocking
herself against the fallen branches, then picking herself up and going
on; the boughs of the trees hit her face, and the shrubs tore her hands,
but on she went, and never looked back. At last, wearied with her long
journey and worn out and overcome with sorrow, but still with hope at
her heart, she reached a house.

Now who do you think lived there? The Moon.

The Princess knocked at the door, and begged to be let in that she might
rest a little. The mother of the Moon, when she saw her sad plight, felt
a great pity for her, and took her in and nursed and tended her. And
while she was here the Princess had a little baby.

One day the mother of the Moon asked her:

'How was it possible for you, a mortal, to get hither to the house of
the Moon?'

Then the poor Princess told her all that happened to her, and added 'I
shall always be thankful to Heaven for leading me hither, and grateful
to you that you took pity on me and on my baby, and did not leave us to
die. Now I beg one last favour of you; can your daughter, the Moon, tell
me where my husband is?'

'She cannot tell you that, my child,' replied the goddess, 'but, if you
will travel towards the East until you reach the dwelling of the Sun, he
may be able to tell you something.'

Then she gave the Princess a roast chicken to eat, and warned her to
be very careful not to lose any of the bones, because they might be of
great use to her.

When the Princess had thanked her once more for her hospitality and for
her good advice, and had thrown away one pair of shoes that were worn
out, and had put on a second pair, she tied up the chicken bones in a
bundle, and taking her baby in her arms and her staff in her hand, she
set out once more on her wanderings.

On and on and on she went across bare sandy deserts, where the roads
were so heavy that for every two steps that she took forwards she fell
back one; but she struggled on till she had passed these dreary plains;
next she crossed high rocky mountains, jumping from crag to crag and
from peak to peak. Sometimes she would rest for a little on a mountain,
and then start afresh always farther and farther on. She had to cross
swamps and to scale mountain peaks covered with flints, so that her feet
and knees and elbows were all torn and bleeding, and sometimes she came
to a precipice across which she could not jump, and she ha