Borreby Hall for the last time. I blew a cold blast upon his burning cheeks, I fluttered his gray beard and his long white hair; I sang such a tune as only I could sing. Whew! whew! away with them! away with them! This was the end of all their grandeur.
"Ida and Anna Dorothea walked one on each side of him; Johanna turned round in the gateway, but what was the good of that? nothing could make their luck turn. She looked at the red stones of what had once been Marsk Stig's Castle. Was she thinking of his daughters?
'The elder took the younger by the hand,
And out they roamed to a far off land.'
Was she thinking of that song? Here there were three and their father was with them. They walked along the road where once they used to ride in their chariot. They trod it now as vagrants, on their way to a plastered cottage on Smidstrup Heath, which was rented at ten marks yearly. This was their new country seat with its empty walls and its empty vessels. The crows and the magpies wheeled screaming over their heads with their mocking 'Caw, caw! Out of the nest! Caw! caw!' just as they screamed in Borreby Forest when the trees were felled.
"Herr Daa and his daughters must have noticed it. I blew into their ears to try and deaden the cries, which after all were not worth listening to.
"So they took up their abode in the plastered cottage on Smidstrup Heath, and I tore off over marshes and meadows, through naked hedges and bare woods, to the open seas and other lands. Whew! whew! away, away! and that for many years."
What happened to Waldemar Daa? What happened to his daughters? This is what the wind relates:
"The last of them I saw, yes, for the last time, was Anna Dorothea, the pale hyacinth. She was old and bent now;
