Brand asked the little girl her name, to which she briskly replied, "Sugar Jar."
Good name. Brand couldn't help but glance at the honey jar she was holding, thinking that this little girl must really love sweets. He wondered if witches got toothaches, though perhaps they didn't.
After saying goodbye to the Princess, he led the witches into the cave, followed by twelve knights. Between the rock crevices was a narrow space, barely enough for three people to walk side by side. The ground clearly bore traces of man-made steps. At that moment, someone behind lit a torch with flint, and the smell of pine oil instantly filled the cave. But everyone could now see their surroundings.
