So she did this, and journeyed to the South Wind, neither was she very long on the way.  When they had got there, the West Wind asked him if he could tell her the way to the castle that lay east of the sun and west of the moon, for she was the girl who ought to marry the Prince who lived there.  “Oh, indeed!” said the South Wind, “is that she?  Well,” said he, “I have wandered about a great deal in my time, and in all kinds of places, but I have never blown so far as that.  If you like, however, I will go with you to my brother, the North Wind; he is the oldest and strongest of all of us, and if he does not know where it is no one in the whole world will be able to tell you.  You may sit upon my back, and then I will carry you there.”  So she seated herself on his back, and off he went from his house in great haste, and they were not long on the way.  When they came near the North Wind’s dwelling, he was so wild and frantic that they felt cold gusts a long while before they got there.  “What do you want?” he roared out from afar, and they froze as they heard.  Said the South Wind:  “It is I, and this is she who should have had the Prince who lives in the castle which lies east of the sun and west of the moon.  And now she wishes to ask you if you have ever been there, and can tell her the way, for she would gladly find him again.”

“Yes,” said the North Wind, “I know where it is.  I once blew an aspen leaf there, but I was so tired that for many days afterward I was not able to blow at all.  However, if you really are anxious to go there, and are not afraid to go with me, I will take you on my back, and try if I can blow you there.”

“Get there I must,” said she; “and if there is any way of going I will; and I have no fear, no matter how fast you go.”

“Very well then,” said the North Wind; “but you must sleep here to-night, for if we are ever to get there we must have the day before us.”

The North Wind woke her betimes next morning, and puffed himself up, and made himself so big and so strong that it was frightful to see him, and away they went, high up through the air, as if they would not stop until they had reached the very end of the world.  Down below there was such a storm!  It blew down woods and houses, and when they were above the sea the ships were wrecked by hundreds.  And thus they tore on and on, and a long time went by, and then yet more time passed, and still they were above the sea, and the North Wind grew tired, and more tired, and at last so utterly weary that he was scarcely able to blow any longer, and he sank and sank, lower and lower, until at last he went so low that the waves dashed against the heels of the poor girl he was carrying.  “Art thou afraid?” said the North Wind.  “I have no fear,” said she; and it was true.  But they were not very, very far from land, and there was just enough strength left in the North Wind to enable him to throw her on to the shore, immediately under the windows of a castle which lay east of the sun and west of the moon; but then he was so weary and worn out that he was forced to rest for several days before he could go to his own home again.