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 That was partly what drove me in fear from the dale. But here, with the fir-branches soughing o'erhead,— What a stillness and song!—I am here in my home.

And know you that surely? For all your days?

The path I have trodden leads back nevermore.

You are mine then! In! In the room let me see you! Go in! I must go to fetch fir-roots for fuel. Warm shall the fire be and bright shall it shine, You shall sit softly and never be a-cold.

[''He opens the door; goes in. He stands still for a while, then laughs aloud with joy and leaps into the air.''

My king's daughter! Now I have found her and won her! Hei! Now the palace shall rise, deeply founded!

He seizes his axe and moves away; at the same moment an, in a tattered green gown, comes out from the wood; an , with an ale-flagon in his hand, limps after, holding on to her skirt.

Good evening, Peer Lightfoot!