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When she had gone away, the girl got up and went to her

sweetheart, who was called Roland, and knocked at his door. When

he came out, she said to him: 'Listen, dearest Roland, we must

fly in all haste; my stepmother wanted to kill me, but has struck

her own child. When daylight comes, and she sees what she has

done, we shall be lost.' 'But,' said Roland, 'I counsel you first

to take away her magic wand, or we cannot escape if she pursues

us.' The maiden fetched the magic wand, and she took the dead

girl's head and dropped three drops of blood on the ground, one

in front of the bed, one in the kitchen, and one on the stairs.

Then she hurried away with her lover.