DSC HE MIL AND DSCHEMILA 4-3
said, " Are you a ghost or a man ? " And I answered." I am a man, and abetter one, too, than your father or your grandfather." And I was thirsty and asked for water, but she had none to give me, and I felt like to die. Then she told me that the ogre, in whose castle she dwelt, brought in water always from the same side, and that if I too went that way most likely I should come to it. But before I started she begged me to go to her native town, and if i met a man called Dschemil I was to say to him, " Dsche-mila greets you, from the castle which lies far away, and is rocked by the wind. In my grave lies only a goat. So take heart."'
Then Dschemil turned to his family and said:
' Is this true? and is Dschemila not dead at all, but simply stolen from her home ?'
'No, no,' replied they, 'his story is a pack of lies. Dschemila is really dead. Everybody knows it.'
' That J shall see for myself,' said Dschemil, and, snatching up a spade, hastened off to the grave where the goat's head lay buried.
And they answered, ' Then hear what really happened. When yon were away, she went with the other maidens to the forest to gather wood. And there she found an iron mortar, which she wished to bring home; but she could not carry it, neither would she leave it. So the maidens returned without her, and as night was come, we all set out to look for her, but found nothing. And we said, " The bridegroom will be here to-morrow, and when he learns that she is lost, he will set out to seek her, and we shall lose him too. Let us kill a goat, and bury it in her grave, and tell him she is dead." Now you know, so do as you will. Only, if you go to seek her, take with you this man with whom she has spoken that he may show you the way.'
' Yes ; that is the best plan,' replied Dschemil; ' so give me food, and hand me my sword, and we will set out directly.'