"I saw it all with one eye," she said;
"for she had made my other two eyes close with her fine singing, but
luckily the one in my forehead remained open."
Then the envious mother cried out to poor little Two Eyes, "You wish
to have better food than we, do you? You shall lose your wish!" She
took up a butcher's knife, went out, and stuck the good little goat in
the heart, and it fell dead.
When little Two Eyes saw this, she went out into the field, seated
herself on a mound, and wept most bitter tears.
Presently the wise woman stood again before her, and said, "Little Two
Eyes, why do you weep?"
"Ah!" she replied, "I must weep. The goat, who every day spread my
table so beautifully, has been killed by my mother, and I shall have
again to suffer from hunger and sorrow."
"Little Two Eyes," said the wise woman, "I will give you some good
advice. Go home, and ask your sister to give you the heart of the
slaughtered goat, and then go and bury it in the ground in front of
the house-door."
On saying this the wise woman vanished.
Little Two Eyes went home quickly, and said to her sister, "Dear
sister, give me some part of my poor goat. I don't want anything
valuable; only give me the heart.
Pages:
346
347
348
349
350
351
352
353
354
355
356
357
358
359
360
361
362
363
364
365
366
367
368
369
370