When the dawn reddened the
sky, she raised herself up in bed and looked out of the window, and
when she saw the sun rise she said:
"Ha! can I not cause the sun and the moon to rise? Husband!" she
cried, digging her elbow into his side, "wake up and go to the
flounder. I will be lord of the universe."
Her husband, who was still more than half asleep, was so shocked that
he fell out of bed. He thought he must have heard wrong. He rubbed his
eyes and said:
"Alas, wife, what didst thou say?"
"Husband," she said, "if I cannot be lord of the universe, and cause
the sun and moon to set and rise, I shall not be able to bear it. I
shall never have another happy moment."
She looked at him so wildly that it caused a shudder to run through
him.
"Alas, wife," he said, falling on his knees before her, "the flounder
can't do that. Emperor and pope he can make, but that is indeed beyond
him. I pray thee, control thyself and remain pope."
Then she flew into a terrible rage. Her hair stood on end; she panted
for breath, and screamed:
"I won't bear it any longer; wilt thou go?"
Then he pulled on his trousers and tore away like a madman. Such a
storm was raging that he could hardly keep his feet; houses and trees
quivered and swayed, mountains trembled, and the rocks rolled into the
sea.
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