The old man stooped and kissed the feet of the hermit for sheer joy,
and left the cave. He made his way through the forest as fast as the
darkness would let him, and at length arrived in flowery fields, which
dazzled him with their brightness. Suddenly he was seized with a
desperate thirst, and a burning in his throat. He looked for a stream
but none was to be seen, and his tongue grew more parched every moment.
At length his eyes fell on the apple, which all this while he had been
holding in his hand, and in his thirst he forgot what the hermit had
told him, and instead of eating merely his own half, he ate up the old
woman’s also; after that he went to sleep.
When he woke up he saw something strange lying on a bank a little way
off, amidst long trails of pink roses. The old man got up, rubbed his
eyes, and went to see what it was, when, to his surprise and joy, it
proved to be a little girl about two years old, with a skin as pink and
white as the roses above her. He took her gently in his arms, but she
did not seem at all frightened, and only jumped and crowed with
delight; and the old man wrapped his cloak round her, and set off for
home as fast as his legs would carry him.
When they were close to the cottage where they lived he laid the child
in a pail that was standing near the door, and ran into the house,
crying: “Come quickly, wife, quickly, for I have brought you a
daughter, with hair of gold and eyes like stars!”
At this wonderful news the old woman flew downstairs, almost tumbling
down ill her eagerness to see the treasure; but when her husband led
her to the pail it was perfectly empty! The old man was nearly beside
himself with horror, while his wife sat down and sobbed with grief and
disappointment. There was not a spot round about which they did not
search, thinking that somehow the child might have got out of the pail
and hidden itself for fun; but the little girl was not there, and there
was no sign of her.
“Where can she be?” moaned the old man, in despair. “Oh, why did I ever
leave her, even for a moment? Have the fairies taken her, or has some
wild beast carried her off?” And they began their search all over
again; but neither fairies nor wild beasts did they meet with, and with
sore hearts they gave it up at last and turned sadly into the hut.
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