After that they never opened until we came to the House of Bitterness.
One evening, as we were camping for the night, I saw a little girl go up to her, and ran to prevent mischief.

But ere I could reach them, the child had put something to the lips of the princess, and given a scream of pain.
"Please, king," she whimpered, "suck finger.

Bad giantess make hole in it!" I sucked the tiny finger.
"Well now!" she cried, and a minute after was holding a second fruit to a mouth greedy of other fare.

But this time she snatched her hand quickly away, and the fruit fell to the ground.

The child's name was Luva.
The next day we crossed the hot stream.