‘Once upon a time there was a young shepherd who played the pipes
so beautifully that the Nereids one night carried him off to the
threshing-floor where they danced and bade him play to them. At first
he was much afraid and thought that some evil would overtake him from
being in their company and speaking with them. But gradually, as he
grew accustomed to his strange surroundings and the Nereids showed
themselves kind to him and grateful for his piping, he took courage
again and night after night made his way to the spot which they haunted
and made music till cock-crow.
Now it so happened that one of the Nereids was beautiful beyond the
rest, and the shepherd loved her and determined to make her his wife.
But inasmuch as the Nereids danced all night long without pause while
he piped, and at dawn vanished to be seen no more until the next
night’s dance began, he knew not what to do.
So at last he went to an old woman and told her his trouble, and she
said to him, “Go again to-night and play till dawn is near; then before
the cock crows[313], make a dash and seize the kerchief in the Nereid’s
hand, and hold it fast. And though she change into terrible shapes, be
not afraid; only hold fast until she take again her proper form; then
must she do as thou wilt.”
The young man therefore went again that night and played till close on
dawn. Then as the Nereid passed close beside him, leading the dance,
he sprang upon her and grasped the kerchief. And straightway the cock
crew, and the other Nereids fled; but she whose kerchief he had seized
could not go, but at once began to transform herself into horrible
shapes in hope to frighten the shepherd and make him loose his hold.
First she became a lion, but he remembered the witch’s warning and
held fast for all the lion’s roaring. And then the Nereid turned into
a snake, and then into fire[314], but he kept a stout heart and would
not let go the kerchief. Then at last she returned to her proper form
and went home with him and was his wife and bore him a son; but the
kerchief he kept hidden from her, lest she should become a Nereid
again.’
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