out of him. But the Bull was then so
weak and worn out that it was only with pain and effort that he could
move, and so covered with wounds that the blood streamed from him. So he
told the King's daughter to take the horn of ointment that was hanging
at the Troll's belt, and anoint him with it. She did this, and then he
came to himself again, but they had to stay there and rest for a week
before the Bull was able to go any farther.

At last they set forth on their way again, but the Bull was still weak,
and at first could not go quickly. The King's daughter wished to spare
him, and said that she was so young and light of foot that she would
willingly walk, but he would not give her leave to do that, and she was
forced to seat herself on his back again. So they travelled for a long
time, and through many lands, and the King's daughter did not at all
know where he was taking her, but after a long, long time they came to a
gold wood. It was so golden that the gold dripped off it, and the trees,
and the branches, and the flowers, and the leaves were all of pure gold.
Here all happened just as it had happened in the copper wood and silver
wood. The Bull told the King's daughter that on no account was she to
touch it, for there was a Troll with nine heads who was the owner, and
that he was much larger and stronger than both the others put together,
and that he did not believe that he could overcome him. So she said that
she would take great care not to touch anything, and he should see that
she did. But when they got into the wood it was still thicker than the
silver wood, and the farther they got into it the worse it grew. The
wood became thicker and thicker, and closer and closer, and at last she
thought there was no way whatsoever by which they could get forward; she
was so terrified lest she should break anything off, that she sat and
twisted, and turned herself on this side and on that, to get out of the
way of the branches, and pushed them away from her with her hands, but
every moment they struck against her eyes, so that she could not see
what she was clutching at, and before she knew what she was doing she
had a golden apple in her hands. She was now in such terror that she
began to cry, and wanted to throw it away, but the Bull said that she
was to keep it, and take the greatest care of it, and comforted her as
well as he could, but he believed that it would be a hard struggle, and
he doubted whether it would go well