In the morning Gerda told her all that the Wood-pigeons had said; and the little maiden looked very serious, but she nodded her head, and said, "That's no matter-that's no matter.
When the mother had taken a sup at her flask, and was having a nap, the little robber maiden went to the Reindeer, and said, "I should very much like to give you still many a tickling with the sharp knife, for then you are so amusing; however, I will untether you, and help you out, so that you may go back to Lapland.
The robber maiden lifted up little Gerda, and took the precaution to bind her fast on the Reindeer's back; she even gave her a small cushion to sit on.
He set her at table by his side, and her modest ways and behavior pleased him so much that he said, 'I will marry this maiden
and none other in the world,' and after some days he married her.
As he spoke, the maiden, clad in glittering garments, met him in the path with a smile that took away his breath.
The maiden again vanished, and he turned and fled for his life.
When he had ended, the holy hermit was a moment silent, then said: "My son, I have attended to thy story, and I know the maiden. I have myself seen her, as have many.
``What remains?'' cried Ivanhoe; ``Glory, maiden, glory!
``By the soul of Hereward?'' replied the knight impatiently, ``thou speakest, maiden, of thou knowest not what.
The high-minded maiden concluded the argument in a tone of sorrow, which deeply expressed her sense of the degradation of her people, embittered perhaps by the idea that Ivanhoe considered her as one not entitled to interfere in a case of honour, and incapable of entertaining or expressing sentiments of honour and generosity.
CHORUS Go, free the maiden from her rocky cell; And for the unburied outlaw build a tomb.
On press on, My henchmen, haste with double speed to the tomb Where rocks down-torn have made a gap, look in And tell me if in truth I recognize The voice of Haemon or am heaven-deceived." So at the bidding of our distraught lord We looked, and in the craven's vaulted gloom I saw the maiden lying strangled there, A noose of linen twined about her neck; And hard beside her, clasping her cold form, Her lover lay bewailing his dead bride Death-wedded, and his father's cruelty.
1) Thee on the two-crested rock Lurid-flaming torches see; Where Corisian maidens flock, Thee the springs of Castaly.
And even the little God may he find, who is dearest to maidens: beside the well lieth he quietly, with closed eyes.
And this is the song that Zarathustra sang when Cupid and the maidens danced together: