210 THE FAIRY-FOLK OF THE BLUE HILL.

that towered upward like a mountain rose b<-
fore her and barred her way.

What was to be done? To go back the
same way was impossible, and Wassa sank
on the ground in despair; but even in her
desperation she kept fast hold of the fairy
Pia C en Sel eat
once she heard the
prince speak these
words : —

“ Rockroller, come to
me, I pray,
And roll this mighty
stone away.”

 

 

At these words, Wassa looked up, and saw,
over the top of the huge rock, the head of a
giant, whose sleepy, good-natured face looked
as if he had been aroused from a sound nap.
In a moment the giant stood before them,
yawning and stretching to awaken himself.
Easily lifting the huge rock with one hand, he
tossed it lightly aside, and, to Wassa’s aston-
ishment, the domains of King Rondo lay be-
fore her.

In her surprise, Wassa had dropped, without