and this old hag gave her the golden carding-comb; it might be she'd find some use for it, she said. so the lassie got up on the horse, and rode a far, far way, and a weary time; and so at last she came to another great crag, under which sat another old hag, spinning with a golden spinning-wheel. her, too, she asked if she knew the way to the prince, and where the castle was that lay east of the sun and west of the moon. so it was the same thing over again.