He fell to the ground and, covering the cold marble with kisses, burst into bitter tears.

He cried all night, and dawn found him still there, though his tears had dried and only hard, dry sobs shook his wooden frame.

But these were so loud that they could be heard by the faraway hills.
As he sobbed he said to himself: "Oh, my Fairy, my dear, dear Fairy, why did you die?
Why did I not die, who am so bad, instead of you, who are so good?
And my father--where can he be?
Please dear Fairy, tell me where he is and I shall never, never leave him again! You are not really dead, are you?
If you love me, you will come back, alive as before.

Don't you feel sorry for me?
I'm so lonely.

If the two Assassins come, they'll hang me again from the giant oak tree and I will really die, this time.