Then the Guardian Angel replied, "Thou hast not obeyed me, nor done my
bidding; therefore thou art no longer worthy to remain among good
children."
And the maiden sank down in a deep sleep, and when she awoke she found
herself in the midst of a wilderness. She wished to call out, but she
had lost her voice. Then she sprang up, and tried to run away; but
wherever she turned thick bushes held her back, so that she could not
escape. In the deserted spot in which she was now enclosed, there
stood an old hollow tree; this was her dwelling-place. In this place
she slept by night, and when it rained and blew she found shelter
within it. Roots and wild berries were her food, and she sought for
them as far as she could reach. In the autumn she collected the leaves
of the trees, and laid them in her hole; and when the frost and snow of
the winter came, she clothed herself with them, for her clothes had
dropped into rags. But during the sunshine she sat outside the tree,
and her long hair fell down on all sides and covered her like a mantle.
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