Since God himself has wished it so."
The ballad of Count Nillo may perhaps be attributed to the same real or imaginary origin as the preceding on account of some similarity in the name and the language, although the denouement is different. The trees which spring from the tombs of the unfortunate lovers and unite their branches is one of the most familiar images in folk-poetry, and hardly any collection of national ballads is without an example.
COUNT NILLO.
Count Nillo in the river halts to bathe his weary steed;
While the thirsty stallion drinks the Count sings loud and
high;
The evening shade had darkened down; the King's sight
was not clear: