Then the Angel perceived that the child’s finger had become golden from touching the light, and she knew that the child was guilty; and she asked her for the third time, “Hast thou opened the thirteenth door?”—­“No,” said the maiden again.

Then the Guardian Angel replied, “Thou hast not obeyed me, nor done my bidding; therefore thou art no longer worthy to remain among good children.”

And the maiden sank down in a deep sleep, and when she awoke she found herself in the midst of a wilderness.  She wished to call out, but she had lost her voice.  Then she sprang up, and tried to run away; but wherever she turned thick bushes held her back, so that she could not escape.  In the deserted spot in which she was now enclosed, there stood an old hollow tree; this was her dwelling-place.  In this place she slept by night, and when it rained and blew she found shelter within it.  Roots and wild berries were her food, and she sought for them as far as she could reach.  In the autumn she collected the leaves of the trees, and laid them in her hole; and when the frost and snow of the winter came, she clothed herself with them, for her clothes had dropped into rags.  But during the sunshine she sat outside the tree, and her long hair fell down on all sides and covered her like a mantle.  Thus she remained a long time experiencing the misery and poverty of the world.

But, once, when the trees had become green again, the King of the country was hunting in the forest, and as a bird flew into the bushes which surrounded the wood, he dismounted, and, tearing the brushwood aside, cut a path for himself with his sword.  When he had at last made his way through, he saw a beautiful maiden, who was clothed from head to foot with her own golden locks, sitting under the tree.  He stood in silence, and looked at her for some time in astonishment; at last he said, “Child, how came you into this wilderness?” But the maiden answered not, for she had become dumb.  Then the King asked, “Will you go with me to my castle?” At that she nodded her head, and the King, taking her in his arms, put her on his horse and rode away home.  Then he gave her beautiful clothing, and everything in abundance.  Still she could not speak; but her beauty was so great, and so won upon the King’s heart, that after a little while he married her.

When about a year had passed away, the Queen brought a son into the world, and in that night, while lying alone in her bed the Guardian Angel appeared to her and said: 

“Wilt thou tell the truth and confess that thou didst unlock the forbidden door?  For then will I open thy mouth and give thee again the power of speech; but if thou remainest obstinate in thy sin then will I take from thee thy new-born babe.”

And the power to answer was given to her, but she remained hardened, and said, “No, I did not open the door;” and at those words the Guardian Angel took the child out of her arms and disappeared with him.