They sailed away once more over the blue sea.
_Frontispiece_
There she was, a good fur cloak about her
shoulders and costly blankets round her
feet.
There she was, beating with the pestle and sweeping
with the besom.
Misery seated himself firmly on his shoulders
and pulled out handfuls of his hair.
"Head in air and tail in sea,
Fish, fish, listen to me."
He stepped on one of its fiery wings and pressed it to the ground.
It caught up the three lovely princesses and carried them up into the
air.