"This has been your piece of luck. Now take her home!"
All at once the boy and the maiden found themselves on the bank of the lake, and they walked backwards until they reached the high road. The Devil wanted to hunt after them; but all at once the lake vanished, and there was no trace of the water.
When the boy had taken his bride into the village, he stopped at the pope's house. The pope saw her, and sent a servant out and asked what they desired.
"We are wandering folk, and ask for shelter."
"I have guests staying here, and my hut would be too small anyhow."
"But, father!" said the merchants, "wandering folk must be always taken in: they will not disturb us."
"Well, come in."
The boy and the maiden came in, made due greetings, and sat behind, on a corner of the fire bank.
"Do you know me, father? I am your own daughter!" She told him what had happened; and they kissed, and embraced, and shed tears of joy.
"Who is he?" said the pope, pointing to the boy.
"That is my own chosen bridegroom, who brought me back to light of day, but for whom I should have remained beneath for ever!" Thereupon the fair maiden opened her bag, and there were golden and silver vessels in it which she had stolen from the devils.
A merchant looked at them and said: "Those are my plate. Once I was dining with guests, and became rather drunk, quarrelled with my wife, and I wished them all to the Devil. And since then all my plate has vanished!"
And this was the truth, for as soon as ever the man mentioned the Devil, the Evil Spirit appeared on the threshold, gathered up all the gold and silver plate, and threw skeleton bones down instead.
