And this he did daily for six months.

One morning, a man who was wandering through the desert, having
lost his way, came upon a lonely castle. The sun was very hot,
and the man was very tired, so he said to himself, ‘I will rest a
little in the shadow of this castle.' He stretched himself out
comfortably, and was almost asleep, when he heard a voice calling
to him softly:

‘Are you a ghost,' it said, ‘or a man?'

He looked up, and saw a girl leaning out of a window, and he
answered:

‘I am a man, and a better one, too, than your father or your
grandfather.'

‘May all good luck be with you,' said she; ‘but what has brought
you into this land of ogres and horrors?'

‘Does an ogre really live in this castle?' asked he.

‘Certainly he does,' replied the girl, ‘and as night is not far
off he will be here soon. So, dear friend, depart quickly, lest
he return and snap you up for supper.'

‘But I am so thirsty! ‘ said the man. ‘Be kind, and give me some
drink, or else I shall die! Surely, even in this desert there
must be some spring?'