“Ah,” said the old woman, “he says that you ought to take off your golden dress and give it to your sister.” Then she took it off, and put it on the black maiden, who gave her in exchange for it a shabby grey gown. They drove onwards, and a short time afterwards, the brother again cried,

“Cover thee well, my sister dear,

That the rain may not wet thee,

That the wind may not load thee with dust,

That thou may’st be fair and beautiful

When thou appearest before the King.”