While he was thus engaged, Elisabeth went along the dyke, gathering the ring-shaped seeds of the wild mallow in her apron, with the object of making herself chains and necklaces out of them; so that when Reinhard had at last finished his bench in spite of many a crookedly hammered nail, and came out into the sunlight again, she was already wandering far away at the other end of the meadow. "Elisabeth!" he called, "Elisabeth!" and then she came, her hair streaming behind her. "Come here," he said; "our house is finished now. Why, you have got quite hot! Come in, and let us sit on the new bench. I will tell you a story." So they both went in and sat down on the new bench. Elisabeth took the little seed-rings out of her apron and strung them on long threads. Reinhard began his tale: "There were once upon a time three spinning-women..."[1] [1] The beginning of one of the best known of Grimm's fairy tales. "Oh!" said Elisabeth, "I know that off by heart; you really must not always tell me the same story." Accordingly Reinhard had to give up the story of the three spinning-women and tell instead the story of the poor man who was cast into the den of lions. "It was now night," he said, "black night, you know, and the lions were asleep. But every now and then they would yawn in their sleep and shoot out their red tongues. And then the man would shudder and think it was morning. All at once a bright light fell all about him, and when he looked up an angel was standing before him. The angel beckoned to him with his hand and then went straight into the rocks." Elisabeth had been listening attentively. "An angel?" she said. "Had he wings then?" "It is only a story," answered Reinhard; "there are no angels, you know." "Oh, fie! Reinhard!" she said, staring him straight in the face. He looked at her with a frown, and she asked him hesitatingly: "Well, why do they always say there are? mother, and aunt, and at school as well?" "I don't know," he answered. "But tell me," said Elisabeth, "are there no lions either?" "Lions? Are there lions? In India, yes. The heathen priests harness them to their carriages, and drive about the desert with them. When I'm big, I mean to go out there myself. It is thousands of times more beautiful in that country than it is here at home; there's no winter at all there. And you must come with me. Will you?" "Yes," said Elisabeth; "but mother must come with us, and your mother as well." "No," said Reinhard, "they will be too old then, and cannot come with us." "But I mayn't go by myself." "Oh, but you may right enough; you will then really be my wife, and the others will have no say in the matter." "But mother will cry!" "We shall come back again of course," said Reinhard impetuously. "Now just tell me straight out, will you go with me? If not, I will go all alone, and then I shall never come back again."