Our prince is ill, the falcon is ill, the little ones are laughing... Who will come to the rescue, who will help the priest out of trouble? Tea, not a lumbago, but black will! Apparently, only a forest sorceress can cope with this illness. And I can handle it. If I get down to business, you’ll get back on your feet in no time. Disperse people! Lesovika Berendeevna herself goes to help the prince.