“He put it on and went away, and thought of the King's daughter, forgot the giants, and walked continually onward. At length he sighed from the very bottom of his heart, and cried, " Ah, if I were but at the Castle of the Golden Sun," and hardly had the words passed his lips than he was standing on a high mountain before the gate of the castle. He entered and went through all the rooms, until in the last he found the King's daughter.”

— Grimm's Household Tales: With the Author's Notes, Tale 197 · served from our shelf uncorrected OCR — being verified against the scan