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The sun was setting fast, and already half of its circle had sunk

behind the hill: Jorindel on a sudden looked behind him, and saw

through the bushes that they had, without knowing it, sat down

close under the old walls of the castle. Then he shrank for fear,

turned pale, and trembled. Jorinda was just singing,

'The ring-dove sang from the willow spray, Well-a-day!

Well-a-day! He mourn'd for the fate of his darling mate,

Well-a-day!'

when her song stopped suddenly. Jorindel turned to see the

reason, and beheld his Jorinda changed into a nightingale, so

that her song ended with a mournful jug, jug. An owl with fiery

eyes flew three times round them, and three times screamed:

'Tu whu! Tu whu! Tu whu!'