Thus, though the girl was allowed alone into the Duke’s chamber, and though she spent the livelong night sighing and singing: 

  “Far have I sought for thee,
   Long have I wrought for thee,
   Near am I brought to thee,
   Dear Duke o’ Norroway;
   Wilt thou say naught to me?”

the Duke never wakened, but slept on.  So when day came the girl had to leave him without his ever knowing she had been there.

Then once again her heart was like to break, and over and over again like to break, and she cracked the filbert nut, because it was the next biggest.  And out of it came a wonderful wee, wee woman spinning away as fast as ever she could spin.  Now when the witch-bride saw this wonderful thing she once again put off her wedding so that she might possess it.  And once again the girl spent the livelong night in the Duke’s chamber sighing and singing: 

  “Far have I sought for thee,
   Long have I wrought for thee,
   Near am I brought to thee,
   Dear Duke o’ Norroway;
   Wilt thou say naught to me?”

But the Duke, who had drunk the sleeping-draught from the hands of his witch-bride, never stirred, and when dawn came the girl had to leave him without his ever knowing she had been there.

Then, indeed, the girl’s heart was like to break, and over and over and over again like to break, so she cracked the last nut—­the hazel nut—­and out of it came the most wonderful wee, wee, wee-est woman reeling away at yarn as fast as she could reel.

And this marvel so delighted the witch-bride that once again she consented to put off her wedding for a day, and allow the girl to watch in the Duke’s chamber the night through, in order to possess it.

Now it so happened that when the Duke was dressing that morning he heard his pages talking amongst themselves of the strange sighing and singing they had heard in the night; and he said to his faithful old valet, “What do the pages mean?”

And the old valet, who hated the witch-bride, said: 

“If the master will take no sleeping-draught to-night, mayhap he may also hear what for two nights has kept me awake.”

At this the Duke marvelled greatly, and when the witch-bride brought him his evening posset, he made excuse it was not sweet enough, and while she went away to get honey to sweeten it withal, he poured away the posset and made believe he had swallowed it.

So that night when dark had come, and the girl stole in to his chamber with a heavy heart thinking it would be the very last time she would ever see him, the Duke was really broad awake.  And when she sate down by his bedside and began to sing: 

“Far have I sought for thee,”

he knew her voice at once, and clasped her in his arms.

Then he told her how he had been in the power of the witch-woman and had forgotten everything, but that now he remembered all and that the spell was broken for ever and aye.