en Joringel looked through the trees
and saw the old wall of the castle quite near them. He was terrified and
half dead with fright. Jorinde sang:

'My little bird with throat so red Sings sorrow, sorrow, sorrow; He
sings to the little dove that's dead, Sings sorrow, sor--jug, jug, jug.'

Joringel looked up at Jorinde. She had been changed into a nightingale,
who was singing 'jug, jug.' A night-owl with glowing eyes flew three
times round her, and screeched three times 'tu-whit, tu-whit, tu-whoo.'
Joringel could not stir; he stood there like a stone; he could not weep,
or speak, or move hand or foot. Now the sun set; the owl flew into
a bush, and immediately an old, bent woman came out of it; she was
yellow-skinned and thin, and had large red eyes and a hooked nose,
which met her chin. She muttered to herself, caught the nightingale, and
carried her away in her hand. Joringel could say nothing; he could not
move from the spot, and the nightingale was gone. At last the woman came
back again, and said in a gruff voice, 'Good evening, Zachiel; when the
young moon shines in the basket, you are freed early, Zachiel.' Then
Joringel was free. He fell on his knees before the old woman and
implored her to give him back his Jorinde, but she said he should never
have her again, and then went away. He called after her, he wept and
lamented, but all in vain. 'What is to become of me!' he thought. Then
he went away, and came at last to a strange village, where he kept sheep
for a long time. He often went round the castle while he was there,
but never too close. At last he dreamt one night that he had found a
blood-red flower, which had in its centre a beautiful large pearl. He
plucked this flower and went with it to the castle; and there everything
which he touched with the flower was freed from the enchantment, and he
got his Jorinde back again through it. When he awoke in the morning he
began to seek mountain and valley to find such a flower. He sought
it for eight days, and on the ninth early in the morning he found the
blood-red flower. In its centre was a large dew-drop, as big as the
most lovely pearl. He travelled day and night with this flower till he
arrived at the castle. When he came within a hundred paces of it he did
not cease to be able to move, but he went on till he reached the gate.
He was delighted at his success, touched the great gate with the flower,
and it sprung open. He entered, passed through the courtyard, a