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Updated: May 13, 2025
There was a noise of spreading branches, of swishing leaves, of opening buds, all together, and there before them was a forest of great oaks stretching farther than the giant could see, tall though he was. "Why," says Tree-rooter, "here are enough trees to last me for another thousand years. Thank you kindly, little Prince."
The Prince rode on, and there before him was the huge giant, Tree-rooter, hauling the great oaks out of the ground and flinging them aside like weeds. "I should be safe with him," thought little Prince Ivan, "and this, surely, must be the end of the world." He rode close up under the giant, and stopped the black horse, and shouted up into the air.
And he set to work again, heaving up mountains and tossing them down, while little Prince Ivan galloped on across the wide world. He came to Tree-rooter, the giant. There were only two of the great oaks left, and the giant had one in each hand.
It took her a long time to get across, and all that time Prince Ivan was galloping on, never stopping for a moment. The witch baby crossed the lake and came thundering after him. Close behind she was, and would have caught him; but the giant Tree-rooter saw the little Prince galloping on the big black horse, and the witch baby tearing after him.
"Ah me, little Prince Ivan," says Tree-rooter, "my life is come to its end; for I have only to pluck up these two trees and throw them down, and then I shall die." "Pluck them up," says little Prince Ivan. "Here are plenty more for you." And he threw down his comb.
"Please, great giant," says he, "is this the end of the world? And may I live with you and be safe from my sister, who is a witch, and grows like a seed of corn, and has iron teeth?" "Prince Ivan, my dear," says Tree-rooter, "this is not the end of the world, and little good would it be to you to stay with me.
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