The day came that had been fixed for the marriage. The bridegroom arrived and also a large company of guests, for the miller had taken care to invite all his friends and relations. As they sat at the feast, each guest in turn was asked to tell a tale; the bride sat still and did not say a word.
And you, my love, said the bridegroom, turning to her, is there no tale you know? Tell us something.
I will tell you a dream, then, said the bride. I went alone through a forest and came at last to a house; not a soul could I find within, but a bird that was hanging in a cage on the wall cried:
Turn back, turn back, young maiden fair, Linger not in this murderers lair.
and again a second time it said these words.
My darling, this is only a dream.
I went on through the house from room to room, but they were all empty, and everything was so grim and mysterious. At last I went down to the cellar, and there sat a very, very old woman, who could not keep her head still. I asked her if my betrothed lived here, and she answered, Ah, you poor child, you are come to a murderers your betrothed does indeed live here, but he will kill you without mercy and afterwards cook and eat you.
My darling, this is only a dream.
The old woman hid me behind a large cask, and scarcely had she done this when the robbers returned home, dragging a young girl along with them. They gave her three kinds of wine to drink, white, red, and yellow, and with that she died.
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