She would fain move, but something chained her to the spot.

She tried to call her mother, but her lips were sealed, and her voice powerless.

She would have turned her face from the waters, but even this was impossible.

Stronger and stronger beat the waves, and then parted, revealing the dreaded form of the fairy of the waters.
Harpstenah looked upon death as inevitable; she had ever feared that terrible race of beings whose home was in the waters.

And now the fairy stood before her! "Why do you tremble maiden?
Only the wicked need fear the anger of the gods You have never offended us, nor the spirits of the dead.