Full of doubt and fear, the Prince let some time pass before he was bold enough to attempt to rescue the maiden.  Then a crow said to him:  “Why dost thou hesitate?  The old wizard has not told thee wrong, neither have the birds deceived thee; hasten and dry the maiden’s tears.”

“Nothing worse than death can befall me,” thought the Prince, “and death is better than endless sorrow.”  So he mounted his horse and went to the bridge.  Again he heard the water-lily’s lament, and, hesitating no longer, smeared himself all over with mud, and, saying:  “From a man into a crab,” plunged into the river.  For one moment the water hissed in his ears, and then all was silent.  He swam up to the plant and began to loosen its roots, but so firmly were they fixed in the mud and reeds that this took him a long time.  He then grasped them and rose to the surface, letting the water flow over the flower.  The current carried them down the stream, but nowhere could he see the mountain ash.  At last he saw it, and close by the large stone.  Here he stopped and said:  “From a crab into a man, from a water-lily into a maiden,” and to his delight found himself once more a prince, and the maiden was by his side.  She was ten times more beautiful than before, and wore a magnificent pale yellow robe, sparkling with jewels.  She thanked him for having freed her from the cruel witch’s power, and willingly consented to marry him.

But when they came to the bridge where he had left his horse it was nowhere to be seen, for, though the Prince thought he had been a crab only a few hours, he had in reality been under the water for more than ten days.  While they were wondering how they should reach his father’s court, they saw a splendid coach driven by six gaily caparisoned horses coming along the bank.  In this they drove to the palace.  The King and Queen were at church, weeping for their son, whom they had long mourned for dead.  Great was their delight and astonishment when the Prince entered, leading the beautiful maiden by the hand.  The wedding was at once celebrated and there was feasting and merry-making throughout the kingdom for six weeks.

Some time afterward the Prince and his bride were sitting in the garden, when a crow said to them:  “Ungrateful creatures!  Have you forgotten the two poor maidens who helped you in your distress?  Must they spin gold flax for ever?  Have no pity on the old witch.  The three maidens are princesses, whom she stole away when they were children together, with all the silver utensils, which she turned into gold flax.  Poison were her fittest punishment.”

The Prince was ashamed of having forgotten his promise and set out at once, and by great good fortune reached the hut when the old woman was away.  The maidens had dreamed that he was coming, and were ready to go with him, but first they made a cake in which they put poison, and left it on a table where the old woman was likely to see it when she returned.  She did see it, and thought it looked so tempting that she greedily ate it up and at once died.