The knight felt the sense of her words far more than he regarded their meaning, and it was the sense alone to which he replied.

Presently the wagoner suddenly shouted with loud voice,-- "Up, my grays, up with your feet, keep together! remember who you are!" The knight leaned out of the wagon and saw that the horses were stepping into the midst of a foaming stream or were already almost swimming, while the wheels of the wagon were rushing round and gleaming like mill-wheels, and the wagoner had got up in front, in consequence of the increasing waters.
"What sort of a road is this?
It goes into the middle of the stream." cried Huldbrand to his guide.
"Not at all, sir." returned the other, laughing, "it is just the reverse, the stream goes into the very middle of our road.

Look round and see how everything is covered by the water." The whole valley indeed was suddenly filled with the surging flood, that visibly increased.

"It is Kuhleborn, the evil water-spirit, who wishes to drown us!" exclaimed the knight.

"Have you no charm, against him, my friend ?" "I know indeed of one," returned the wagoner, "but I cannot and may not use it until you know who I am." "Is this a time for riddles ?" cried the knight.