'Well, what do you want then?' asked Hiysi.

'I want your millstone,' replied the poor man.

'My millstone!' exclaimed Hiysi. 'No, you can't have that. But I can give you anything else you like.'

'That's very kind of you,' said the poor man, 'but I only want your millstone.'

Hiysi did not know what to do. He had eaten the cow's hoof, and could not let the poor man go without a gift in return.

'Oh well,' he said at last. 'I suppose I must let you have my millstone. Take it. But do you know how to use it?'

'No,' said the poor man. 'Tell me.'

'Well,' explained Hiysi, 'this is a magic millstone. It will give you whatever you wish for. Just make your wish and say Grind, my millstone! When you have enough and want the millstone to stop, just say Enough and have done! And it will stop. Now go!'

The poor man thanked Hiysi, and wrapping the magic millstone in his tattered cloak, began walking back towards his home.

He walked and he walked and he walked, and at last reached his home. His wife was weeping, having given him up for dead. 'Where have you been?' she cried. 'I thought I'd never see you again!'

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