The Prince met them joyfully, and they began to tell him all their adventures; but he managed to hide from them what he had been doing, and even led them to think that a turnspit dog which he had with him was the one he was bringing for the King.  Fond as they all were of one another, the two eldest could not help being glad to think that their dogs certainly had a better chance.  The next morning they started in the same chariot.  The elder brothers carried in baskets two such tiny, fragile dogs that they hardly dared to touch them.  As for the turnspit, he ran after the chariot, and got so covered with mud that one could hardly see what he was like at all.  When they reached the palace everyone crowded round to welcome them as they went into the King’s great hall; and when the two brothers presented their little dogs nobody could decide which was the prettier.  They were already arranging between themselves to share the kingdom equally, when the youngest stepped forward, drawing from his pocket the acorn the White Cat had given him.  He opened it quickly, and there upon a white cushion they saw a dog so small that it could easily have been put through a ring.  The Prince laid it upon the ground, and it got up at once and began to dance.  The King did not know what to say, for it was impossible that anything could be prettier than this little creature.  Nevertheless, as he was in no hurry to part with his crown, he told his sons that, as they had been so successful the first time, he would ask them to go once again, and seek by land and sea for a piece of muslin so fine that it could be drawn through the eye of a needle.  The brothers were not very willing to set out again, but the two eldest consented because it gave them another chance, and they started as before.  The youngest again mounted the wooden horse, and rode back at full speed to his beloved White Cat.  Every door of the castle stood wide open, and every window and turret was illuminated, so it looked more wonderful than before.  The hands hastened to meet him, and led the wooden horse off to the stable, while he hurried in to find the White Cat.  She was asleep in a little basket on a white satin cushion, but she very soon started up when she heard the Prince, and was overjoyed at seeing him once more.

“How could I hope that you would come back to me King’s son?” she said.  And then he stroked and petted her, and told her of his successful journey, and how he had come back to ask her help, as he believed that it was impossible to find what the King demanded.  The White Cat looked serious, and said she must think what was to be done, but that, luckily, there were some cats in the castle who could spin very well, and if anybody could manage it they could, and she would set them the task herself.