She bethought herself a little, and then
a lucky idea occurred to her, and she secretly followed the man into the
forest, and when he had climbed into a tree to choose and cut the wood,
she crept into the thicket below where he could not see her, and cried,
"He who cuts wood for reels shall die,
And he who winds, shall perish."
The man listened, laid down his axe for a moment, and began to consider
what that could mean. "Hollo," he said at last, "what can that have been;
my ears must have been singing, I won't alarm myself for nothing." So
he again seized the axe, and began to hew, then again there came a cry
from below:
"He who cuts wood for reels shall die,
And he who winds, shall perish."
He stopped, and felt afraid and alarmed, and pondered over the
circumstance. But when a few moments had passed, he took heart again,
and a third time he stretched out his hand for the axe, and began to
cut. But some one called out a third time, and said loudly,
"He who cuts wood for reels shall die,
And he who winds, shall perish."
That was enough for him, and all inclination had departed from him, so he
hastily descended the tree, and set out on his way home.
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