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'That shall not help you,' cried she, 'even if you have got a

long way off, you shall still not escape me.' She put on her

many-league boots, in which she covered an hour's walk at every

step, and it was not long before she overtook them. The girl,

however, when she saw the old woman striding towards her,

changed, with her magic wand, her sweetheart Roland into a lake,

and herself into a duck swimming in the middle of it. The witch

placed herself on the shore, threw breadcrumbs in, and went to

endless trouble to entice the duck; but the duck did not let

herself be enticed, and the old woman had to go home at night as

she had come. At this the girl and her sweetheart Roland resumed

their natural shapes again, and they walked on the whole night

until daybreak. Then the maiden changed herself into a beautiful

flower which stood in the midst of a briar hedge, and her

sweetheart Roland into a fiddler.