"'Tis but the frightened deer."
"What is that murmur?"
"The spring gushing out of the rocks."
"And that whispering?"
"The wind!"
"You deceive us. Your eyes burn like the lightning, you have seized both sword and shield!"
"Fear not! We are with you; our arm will defend you!"
Out of the thicket rush the concealed rivals; a furious combat follows; the English princes are all slain, their bodies burnt and the ashes buried.
The princesses returned to their father's castle, but hated the murderers of their English lovers. Every day they went with the dawn to the spot where the brothers lay in their deep slumber, and night found them still there in tears.
Each princess planted a tree by her lover's grave, and when seven moons were passed away, one evening, as they sat by the graves, suddenly they felt a great joy spring up within them; they wiped away their tears, but from them seven springs bubbled up sparkling and clear. Smiling, they gave each other the hand, feeling the hour of reunion was come, and in the morning they were found dead, hand in hand.