then the huntsman lay down and slept off his fatigue. when he awoke next morning, he broke off one head of the bad cabbages and another of the good ones, and thought to himself, "this shall help me to get my own again and punish treachery." then he took the cabbages with him, climbed over the wall, and went forth to seek for the castle of his sweetheart. after wandering about for a couple of days he was lucky enough to find it again. he dyed his face brown, so that his own mother would not have known him; and begged for shelter: "i am so tired," said he, "that i can go no further." the witch asked, "who are you, countryman, and what is your business?" "i am a king’s messenger, and was sent out to seek the most delicious salad which grows beneath the sun. i have even been so fortunate as to find it, and am carrying it about with me; but the heat of the sun is so intense that the delicate cabbage threatens to wither, and i do not know if i can carry it any further."