"I do not know. You might lose your way and fall into some pit in the forest."
"Mother, do not feel alarmed; why, I know all the paths and pits in the forest."
"No, no; you shall not go hunting to-day. I forbid you to leave the house."
"Good grandfather, intercede for me—"
"Willingly. I delight in eating venison. But you must promise me, my pet, that you will not go on the side of the spring where you may encounter the Korrigans."
"I swear to you, grandfather!"
"Come, Madalen, let my skilful archer depart for the chase—he swears to you that he will not think of the fairies."
"Is it really your wish that he go, father?"
"I beg you; let him go; see how crossed he looks."
"Well, let it be as you wish—it is against my wish, however!"