The bride ran back into the chamber, and said, “I know now what I said to the nettle,” and she repeated the words which she had just heard.

“But what didst thou say to the footbridge when we went over it?” asked the King’s son.

“To the footbridge?” she answered. “I don’t talk to footbridges.”

“Then thou art not the true bride.”

She again said,

“I must go out unto my maid,

Who keeps my thoughts for me,”

“I must go out unto my maid, Who keeps my thoughts for me,”