She wept and she screamed and pulled the hair from her head in her lamentations, till the whiteness of the day came upon the morrow. She had not one head of the heads to get; but she followed the trace of the blood, and three quarters of a mile from the house were they in the place where they were buried. She dug them up, and took them to her, and washed and cleaned them, as was her wont, and put them on the bodies, but down they fell. She had to take them up at last, and cry to God to do something to them, that she might see them alive. And there were made of them three water-dogs (? otters) and she made another of herself. They were going in that way for a time, and then they made themselves into three doves, and she made of herself another dove. They were going forward and she was following, and the four came and settled on the gable of the house, and in the morning the man said to his wife,—
“There is a barrel of water. Let it be wine with you in the evening.”
(He had a thought that it was not the right woman he had got.)
Then said one of the brothers to the sister,—
“Go in, and do good in return for evil, and make wine of the water.”
She went down, and when she got in, and she in the shape of a dove, the old blind wise man, who was lying on the bed under the window, got his sight, and he saw her dipping her finger in the water and making of it wine cold and wholesome.
And in the morning the man said to his wife,—
“Here is a barrel of water. Let it be wine with you in the evening.”
And the second brother said to his sister,—
“Go in, and do good in return for evil, and make wine of the water.”