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The elves fled away, for they said it was some mortal weeping on the grassy hill overhead. But Hyldreda staid and looked on until the stream settled into a clear, pellucid pool. A sweet mirror it made, and the Hill-king's bride ever loved to see her own beauty. So she went and gazed down into the shining water.
"Where hast thou been?" said the mother, doubtfully, when in answer to all their caresses, the stately lady only looked on them with a proud smile; "Who gave thee those grand dresses, and put the matron's vail upon thy hair?" "I am the Hill-king's wife," said Hyldreda. "I dwell in a gorgeous palace, and sit on a queen's throne." "God preserve thee!" answered the mother.
No power had she to fly, and her prayers died on her lips, for she knew herself in the Hill-king's power. Kong Tolv began to woo, after the elfin fashion, brief and bold. "Fair maiden, the Dronningstolen is empty, and 'tis thou must fill it. Come and enter my palace under the hill."
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