Now when the hen-wife witch heard her tale, she thought it would be a rare revenge to marry the King and Queen’s long-lost son to a gardener’s ugly daughter; so she straightway took the girl’s savings and gave her a charm by which she could unspell the Prince or spell him again at her pleasure.

So away went the gardener’s daughter to the castle, and sure enough, no sooner had she sung her charm, than Nix Naught Nothing awoke.

“I am going to marry you, my charmer,” she said coaxingly; but Nix Naught Nothing said he would prefer sleep.  So she thought it wiser to put him to sleep again till the marriage feast was ready and she had got her fine clothes.  So she spelled him asleep again.

Now the gardener had, of course, to draw the water himself, since his daughter would not work.  And he took the pitcher to the pool; and he also saw the Magician’s daughter’s shadow in the water; but he did not think the face was his own, for, see you, he had a beard!

Then he looked up and saw the lady in the tree.

She, poor thing, was half dead with sorrow, and hunger, and fatigue, so, being a kind man, he took her to his house and gave her food.  And he told her that that very day his daughter was to marry a handsome young stranger at the castle, and to get a handsome dowry to boot from the King and Queen, in memory of their son, Nix Naught Nothing, who had been carried off by a giant when he was a little boy.

Then the Magician’s daughter felt sure that something had happened to her lover; so she went to the castle, and there she found him fast asleep in a chair.

But she could not waken him, for, see you, her magic had gone from her with the magic flask which Nix Naught Nothing had emptied.

So, though she put her fingerless hands on his and wept and sang: 

  “I cleaned the stable for love o’ thee,
   I laved the lake and I clomb the tree,
   Wilt thou not waken for love o’ me?”

he never stirred nor woke.

Now one of the old servants there, seeing how she wept, took pity on her and said, “She that is to marry the young man will be back ere long, and unspell him for the wedding.  Hide yourself and listen to her charm.”

So the Magician’s daughter hid herself, and, by and by, in comes the gardener’s daughter in her fine wedding-dress, and begins to sing her charm.  But the Magician’s daughter didn’t wait for her to finish it; for the moment Nix Naught Nothing opened his eyes, she rushed out of her hiding-place, and put her fingerless hands in his.

Then Nix Naught Nothing remembered everything.  He remembered the castle, he remembered his father and mother, he remembered the Magician’s daughter and all that she had done for him.