"Pray, dear brother, do not drink, or you will be turned into a wolf, and will eat me up!"
So the brother refrained from drinking, and said,
"I will wait until we come to the next brook, and then I must drink, whatever you say; my thirst is so great."
And when they came to the third brook the sister heard how in its rushing it said,
"Who drinks of me a fawn will be,
He a fawn will be who drinks of me!"
Then the sister said,
"O my brother, I pray drink not, or you will be turned into a fawn, and run away far from me."
But he had already kneeled by the side of the brook and stooped and drunk of the water, and as the first drops passed his lips he became a fawn.
And the sister wept over her poor lost brother, and the fawn wept also, and stayed sadly beside her. At last the maiden said,
"Be comforted, dear fawn, indeed I will never leave you."