Also of hopeful words, murmured softly from a tall flowering shrub, to a child who lay one night in the forest, looking up at the stars twinkling through the trees.
“Be of good cheer
O maiden dear;
No longer fear,
For help is near.”
And something she could tell, too, of a white lamb and of an aged woman with pale blue eyes and dark flowing robes, who whispered to the Lily Queen of Silver Lake, and the stream which flowed to the sea.
She was at the wedding, too, looking down from above, to see that all went well with the happy ones below. Like this!
And, changing to a beautiful bird, she flew to the top of a marble column.
And while they were gazing, she began to fly slowly around the apartment, and disappeared at last through an open window. But still they heard her voice singing to them her last farewell:—
“Farewell, farewell, most noble king!