Next morning Frau Weyland called Bettina early.
"Good-morning, dear child," she said, kissing her round little cheek. "Grandfather must go far into the forest. Would you like to go with him? You may have a little basket like a wood gatherer and bring mother back some faggots."
Bettina was glad, indeed, to get up. She had had a dreadful time. All night long it had seemed to her that the awful Emperor was always trying to catch her, and then she would wake with a start. Sometimes he had a long, red beard, sometimes he was draped in grey mist and wore a golden crown; and always he was riding the white horse.
Her mother looked at her kindly.
"If you are tired, dear," she began, but Bettina was eager to go.
"Nein, nein, dear mother," she cried, "I love to go with grandfather."
So she hurried on her clothes and drank her milk and ate her bread and said "Auf wiedersehen" to her mother. Then she started off with her grandfather. Frau Weyland stood in the door and watched them, waving her hand and smiling.
Two Royal Foes
Eva Annie Madden • Papersense
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