Theownerofitwasnoneotherthanthekind-heartedgauntgreybeggarwhohadgiventhePrincethebagofbread-crumbsandthehare。WithoutrecognisingIwanich，heopenedthedoorwhenheknockedandgavehimshelterforthenight。
OnthefollowingmorningthePrinceaskedhishostifhecouldgethimanyworktodo，ashewasquiteunknownintheneighbourhood，andhadnotenoughmoneytotakehimhome。
’Myson，’repliedtheoldman，’allthiscountryroundhereisuninhabited；Imyselfhavetowandertodistantvillagesformyliving，andeventhenIdonotveryoftenfindenoughtosatisfymyhunger。ButifyouwouldliketotakeservicewiththeoldwitchCorva，gostraightupthelittlestreamwhichflowsbelowmyhutforaboutthreehours，andyouwillcometoasand-hillontheleft-handside；thatiswhereshelives。’
Iwanichthankedthegauntgreybeggarforhisinformation，andwentonhisway。
AfterwalkingforaboutthreehoursthePrincecameuponadreary-lookinggreystonewall；thiswasthebackofthebuildinganddidnotattracthim；butwhenhecameuponthefrontofthehousehefounditevenlessinviting，fortheoldwitchhadsurroundedherdwellingwithafenceofspikes，oneveryoneofwhichaman’sskullwasstuck。Inthishorribleenclosurestoodasmallblackhouse，whichhadonlytwogratedwindows，allcoveredwithcobwebs，andabatteredirondoor。