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THE STORY OF THE FISHERMAN AND HIS WIFE
sea was tossing in great waves as high as church towers and mountains, and each had a white crest of foam.
So he shouted, not able to hear his own voice:
‘Once a prince, but changed you be
Into a flounder in the sea.
Come! for my wife, Ilsebel,
Wishes what I dare not tell.’
Into a flounder in the sea.
Come! for my wife, Ilsebel,
Wishes what I dare not tell.’
‘Well, what does she want now?’ asked the flounder.
‘Alas!’ said he, ‘she wants to be a god.’
“Go home, then; she is sitting again in the hut.’
And there they are sitting to this day.
