"Open your eyes, arise, walk, my son! How beautiful you are! How beautiful you are!"
She chanted:
"For a morsel of bread, I have drowned you, my son! For a morsel of bread, I sent you to death! It was for this, then, that I raised you!"
But the woman with the hooked nose interrupted her, snappishly:
"No, you have not drowned him. It was Destiny. No, you didn't send him to his death. You put it in the midst of the bread."
And with a gesture towards the hill on which stood the house that had given hospitality to the child, she added:
"They took care of him there like a jewel in its casket."
The mother continued:
"O my son! Who sent you here? Who sent you here, to be drowned?"
And the snappy woman: