I could not even recall the first letter of it! This was the second time I had been asked my name and could not tell it! "Never mind," she said; "it is not wanted.

Your real name, indeed, is written on your forehead, but at present it whirls about so irregularly that nobody can read it.

I will do my part to steady it.

Soon it will go slower, and, I hope, settle at last." This startled me, and I was silent.
We had left the channels and walked a long time, but no sign of the cottage yet appeared.
"The Little Ones told me," I said at length, "of a smooth green country, pleasant to the feet!" "Yes ?" she returned.
"They told me too of a girl giantess that was queen somewhere: is that her country ?" "There is a city in that grassy land," she replied, "where a woman is princess.

The city is called Bulika.