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There was once an old castle in the midst of a large and denseforest, and in it an old woman who was a witch dwelt allalone. In the day-time she changed herself into a car or ascreech-owl, but in the evening she took her proper shapeagain as a human being. She could lure wild beasts and birdsto her, and then she killed and boiled and roasted them. Ifanyone came within one hundred paces of the castle he wasobliged to stand still, and could not stir from the place untilshe bade him be free. But whenever an innocent maiden camewithin this circle, she changed her into a bird, and shut herup in a wicker-work cage, and carried the cage into a room in thecastle. She had about seven thousand cages of rare birds inthe castle.Now, there was once a maiden who was called jorinda, who wasfairer than all other girls. She and a handsome youth namedjoringel had promised to marry each other. They were still inthe days of betrothal, and their greatest happiness was beingtogether. One day in order that they might be able to talktogether in peace they went for a walk in the forest. Takecare, said joringel, that you do not go too near the castle.It was a beautiful evening. The sun shone brightly betweenthe trunks of the trees into the dark green of the forest, andthe turtle-doves sang mournfully upon the beech trees.Jorinda wept now and then. She sat down in the sunshine andwas sorrowful. Joringel was sorrowful too. They were assad as if they were about to die. Then they looked around them,and were quite at a loss, for they did not know by which waythey should go home. The sun was still half above themountain and half under.Joringel looked through the bushes, and saw the old walls of thecastle close at hand. He was horror-stricken and filled withdeadly fear. Jorinda was singing,my little bird, with the necklace red,sings sorrow, sorrow, sorrow,he sings that the dove must soon be dead,sings sorrow, sor - jug, jug, jug.Joringel looked for jorinda. She was changed into a nightingale,and sang, jug, jug, jug. A screech-owl with glowing eyesflew three times round about her, and three times cried, to-whoo,to-whoo, to-whoo.Joringel could not move. He stood there like a stone, andcould neither weep nor speak, nor move hand or foot.The sun had now set. The owl flew into the thicket, and directlyafterwards there came out of it a crooked old woman, yellowand lean, with large red eyes and a hooked nose, the point ofwhich reached to her chin. She muttered to herself, caught thenightingale, and took it away in her hand.Joringel could neither speak nor move from the spot. Thenightingale was gone. At last the woman came back, and saidin a hollow voice, greet you, zachiel. If the moon shines onthe cage, zachiel, let him loose at once. Then joringel wasfreed. He fell on his knees before the woman and begged thatshe would give him back his jorinda, but she said that heshould never have her again, and went away. He called, he wept,he lamented, but all in vain, hooh, what is to become of me.Joringel went away, and at last came to a strange village, wherehe kept sheep for a long time. He often walked round and roundthe castle, but not too near to it. At last he dreamt onenight that he found a blood-red flower, in the middle ofwhich was a beautiful large pearl. That he picked the flower

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