e back, he was terribly frightened and
went and told Schwartz in the prison all that had happened. Then
Schwartz was very much pleased and said that Hans must certainly have
been turned into a black stone and he should have all the gold to
himself. But Gluck was very sorry and cried all night. When he got up
in the morning there was no bread in the house, nor any money; so Gluck
went and hired himself to another goldsmith, and he worked so hard and
so neatly and so long every day that he soon got money enough together
to pay his brother's fine, and he went and gave it all to Schwartz, and
Schwartz got out of prison. Then Schwartz was quite pleased and said
he should have some of the gold of the river. But Gluck only begged he
would go and see what had become of Hans.

Now when Schwartz had heard that Hans had stolen the holy water, he
thought to himself that such a proceeding might not be considered
altogether correct by the King of the Golden River, and determined to
manage matters better. So he took some more of Gluck's money and went
to a bad priest, who gave him some holy water very readily for it.
Then Schwartz was sure it was all quite right. So Schwartz got up early
in the morning before the sun rose, and took some bread and wine in a
basket, and put his holy water in a flask, and set off for the
mountains. Like his brother he was much surprised at the sight of the
glacier and had great difficulty in crossing it, even after leaving his
basket behind him. The day was cloudless but not bright; there was a
heavy purple haze hanging over the sky, and the hills looked lowering
and gloomy. And as Schwartz climbed the steep rock path the thirst
came upon him, as it had upon his brother, until he lifted his flask to
his lips to drink. Then he saw the fair child lying near him on the
rocks, and it cried to him and moaned for water. "Water, indeed," said
Schwartz; "I haven't half enough for myself," and passed on. And as he
went he thought the sunbeams grew more dim, and he saw a low bank of
black cloud rising out of the west; and when he had climbed for another
hour, the thirst overcame him again and he would have drunk. Then he
saw the old man lying before him on the path, and heard him cry out for
water. "Water, indeed," said Schwartz; "I haven't half enough for
myself," and on he went. Then again the light seemed to fade from
before his eyes, and he looked up, and, behold, a mist, of the color of
blood,