bed and rolled herself in the feathers, so that she looked like some wonderful bird, and no one would have known who she was. Then she left the house, and as she went along she met some of the wedding guests, who said—
"Fitcher's bird, whence come you I pray?
I come from Fitcher's house to-day,
And what is the young bride doing now?
She has swept the house, all round and about,
And sits at her window looking out."
By and by she met the bridegroom returning, and he also said—
"Fitcher's bird, whence come you I pray?
I come from Fitcher's house to-day,
And what is the young bride doing now?
She has swept the house, all round and about,
And sits at her window looking out."
The bridegroom looked up and saw the head at the window, and thinking it was his bride, he nodded and smiled at it. But no sooner were he and his guests assembled in the house, than the friends arrived who had been sent by the sisters. They locked all the doors, so that no one might escape, and then set fire to the house, and the wizard and all his companions were burnt to death.
