"Why, you know well enough where she is," said his wife. "Where should she be but up at the farm under the hill, as you wrote in the letter."
So when Peter the Pedlar came to hear the whole story, and came to see the letter, he got so angry he was ready to burst with rage, and off he ran up to the farm to the young couple.
"It's all very well, my son, to say you have got my daughter," he said to the miller's lad; " but if you wish to keep her, you must go to the Dragon of Deepferry, and get me three feathers out of his tail; for he who has them may get anything he chooses."
"But where shall I find him?" said his son-in-law.
"I'm sure I can't tell," said Peter the Pedlar; "that's your look-out, not mine."
So the lad set off with a stout heart, and after he had walked some way he came to a king's palace.
"Here I'll just step in and ask," he said to himself, "for such great folk know more about the world than others, and perhaps I may here learn the way to the Dragon."
Then the king asked him whence he came, and whither he was going?
"Oh!" said the lad, "I'm going to the Dragon of Deepferry to pluck three feathers out of his tail, if I only knew where to find him."
"You must take luck with you, then," said the King, "for I never heard of any one who came back from that search. But if you find him, just ask him from me why I can't get clear water in my well; for I've dug it out time after time, and still I can't 'get a drop of clear water."
"Yes, I'll be sure to ask him," said the lad. So he
