But there was one bond that restrained little Helga, and that was the dusk of the evening. Then she became quiet and pensive, and would allow herself to be called and led. She seemed to be drawn by some internal feeling to her mother, and when the sun went down and the transformation without and within her took place, she sat there quiet and melancholy, shrunken together into the figure of a toad. Her body, indeed, was now far larger than that creature’s, but it was only so much the more disgusting. She looked like a miserable dwarf with frog’s head, and web between the fingers. There was something of the deepest melancholy in the expression of her eyes; she had no voice but a hollow moan, just like a child that sobs in its dreams. The Viking’s wife could then take her on her knees: she forgot the ugly form, and looked only at the sorrowful eyes, and more than once she said:-- ‘I could wish almost that thou wast always my dumb frog-child! Thou art more frightful to look at when thy beauty returns to thee.’ And she wrote runes against witchcraft and disease, and cast them over the wretched girl, but she saw no change. ‘Now that she is a full-grown woman, and so like the Egyptian mother,’ said father-stork, ‘one could not believe that she was once so little that she lay in a water-lily. We have never seen her mother since! She did not take care of herself, as you and the learned men thought. Year out, year in, I have flown now in all directions over the moor, but she has never made any sign. Yes, let me tell you that every year when I have come up here some days ahead of you, to mend the nest and put one thing and another straight, I have flown for a whole night, like an owl or a bat, to and fro over the open water, but it was no use! Nor have the two swan-dresses been any use which the young ones and I dragged hither from the land of the Nile. Toilsome work it was, and it took us three journeys to do it. They have now lain for many years at the bottom of the nest, and if such a disaster as a fire should happen at any time, and the log-house be burnt, they would be lost!’