Many came to see the place so marked by a Divine vengeance, and every one said, "Poor Jutta!"
Not long after the destruction of the Burg, a poor woman in a neighbouring village fell ill. She wept sore, for her three little children cried for bread, and she could work no longer.
The mother folded her hands and prayed. Then she said to herself, "Oh! if the dear Jutta were only alive!"
Then the door was opened softly; a light form wrapped in a white veil, with a gleaming diadem in her hair, came forward to the bed.
"Jutta!" cried the poor mother.
The figure waved the hand, glanced kindly at the sleeping children, set down a peculiar shaped basket on a table, drew a cross over the mother, and vanished.
A deep sleep fell on the poor woman, and when she awoke the next morning she found the basket full of gold pieces.
Lautenthal.[[1]]
[[1]] The valley of the lute.