The dry, many-coloured oak-leaves on its head were waving like the flames around a sacrifice, in the uncertain moonlight.

He looked down again, to see after his faithful Skovmark.

Fear had likewise most wondrously changed him.

On the ground in the middle of the road were lying dead men's bones, and hideous lizards were crawling about; and, in defiance of the wintry season, poisonous mushrooms were growing up all around.
"Can this be still my horse on which I am riding ?" said the knight to himself, in a low voice; "and can that trembling beast which runs at my side be my dog ?" Then some one called after him, in a yelling voice, "Stop! stop! Take me also with you!" Looking round, Sintram perceived a small, frightful figure with horns, and a face partly like a wild boar and partly like a bear, walking along on its hind-legs, which were those of a horse; and in its hand was a strange, hideous weapon, shaped like a hook or a sickle.

It was the being who had been wont to trouble him in his dreams; and, alas! it was also the wretched little Master himself, who, laughing wildly, stretched out a long claw towards the knight.
The bewildered Sintram murmured, "I must have fallen asleep; and now my dreams are coming over me!" "Thou art awake," replied the rider of the little horse, "but thou knowest me also in thy dreams.