‘Will you not come with me out of this dreadful place?’ said the young man.
‘He took me prisoner, too,’ answered she, ‘and I cannot shake off his chains.’
‘Then listen to me,’ cried the prince. ‘When the dragon comes back, ask him where he always goes when he leaves here, and what makes him so strong; and when you have coaxed the secret from him, tell me the next time I come.’
So the prince went home, and the old woman remained in the mill, and as soon as the dragon returned she said to him:
‘Where have you been all this time—you must have travelled far?’
‘Yes, little mother, I have indeed travelled far.’ answered he. Then the old woman began to flatter him, and to praise his cleverness; and when she thought she had got him into a good temper, she said: ‘I have wondered so often where you get your strength from; I do wish you would tell me. I would stoop and kiss the place out of pure love!’ The dragon laughed at this, and answered:
‘In the hearthstone yonder lies the secret of my strength.’
Then the old woman jumped up and kissed the hearth; whereat the dragon laughed the more, and said:
‘You foolish creature! I was only jesting. It is not in the hearthstone, but in that tall tree that lies the secret of my strength.’ Then the old woman jumped up again and put her arms round the tree, and kissed it heartily. Loudly laughed the dragon when he saw what she was doing.
‘Old fool,’ he cried, as soon as he could speak, ‘did you really believe that my strength came from that tree?’
‘Where is it then?’ asked the old woman, rather crossly, for she did not like being made fun of.
‘My strength,’ replied the dragon, ‘lies far away;
