!
She is not your own sweet wife!
She destroyed Dobrunka's life!_"

Zloboha sat stunned and motionless while the king looked wildly about
to see where the song came from.

When he could see nothing, he told her to spin some more. Trembling,
she obeyed. Hardly had she put her foot to the treadle when the voice
again sang out:

"_Master, master, don't believe her!
She's a cruel and base deceiver!
She has killed her sister good
And hid her body in the wood!_"

Beside herself with fright, Zloboha wanted to flee the spinning wheel,
but Dobromil restrained her. Suddenly her face grew so hideous with
fear that Dobromil saw she was not his own gentle Dobrunka. With a
rough hand he forced her back to the stool and in a stern voice
ordered her to spin.

Again she turned the fatal wheel and then for the third time the voice
sang out:

"_Master, master, haste away!
To the wood without delay!
In a cave your wife, restored,
Yearns for you, her own true lord!_"

At those words Dobromil released Zloboha and ran like mad out of the
chamber and down into the courtyard where he ordered his swiftest
horse to be saddled instantly. The attendants, frightened by his
appearance, lost no time and almost at once Dobromil was on his horse
and flying over hill and dale so fast that the horse's hoofs scarcely
touched the earth.

When he reached the forest he did not know where to look for the cave.
He rode straight into the wood until a white doe crossed his path.
Then the horse in fright plunged to one side and pushed through bushes
and undergrowth to the base of a big rock. Dobromil dismounted and
tied the horse to a tree.

He climbed the rock and there he saw something white gleaming among
the trees. He crept forward cautiously and suddenly found himself in
front of a cave. Imagine then his joy, when he enters and finds his
own dear wife Dobrunka.

As he kisses her and looks into her sweet gentle face he says: "Where
were my eyes that I was deceived for an instant by your wicked
sister?"

"What have you heard about my sister?" asked Dobrunka, who as yet knew
nothing of the magic spinning wheel.

So the king told her all that had happened and she in turn told him
what had befallen her.

"And from the time the hermit disappeared," she said in conclusion,
"the little boy has brought me food every day."

They sat down on the grass and together they ate some fruit from the
wooden plate.