h she knew that very likely this would be the last night she would have to live。 But still she could hope； for her task was almost finished； and her brothers were come。 Then the archbishop arrived； to be with her during her last hours； as he had promised the king。 But she shook her head； and begged him； by looks and gestures； not to stay； for in this night she knew she must finish her task； otherwise all her pain and tears and sleepless nights would have been suffered in vain。 The archbishop withdrew； uttering bitter words against her； but poor Eliza knew that she was innocent； and diligently continued her work。
The little mice ran about the floor； they dragged the nettles to
her feet； to help as well as they could； and the thrush sat outside
the grating of the window； and sang to her the whole night long； as
sweetly as possible； to keep up her spirits。
It was still twilight； and at least an hour before sunrise； when
the eleven brothers stood at the castle gate； and demanded to be
brought before the king。 They were told it could not be； it was yet
almost night； and as the king slept they dared not disturb him。 They
threatened； they entreated。 Then the guard appeared； and even the king himself； inquiring what all the noise meant。 At this moment the sun rose。 The eleven brothers were seen no more； but eleven wild swans flew away over the castle。
And now all the people came streaming forth from the gates of
the city； to see the witch burnt。 An old horse drew the cart on
which she sat。 They had dressed her in a garment of coarse
sackcloth。 Her lovely hair hung loose on her shoulders； her cheeks
were deadly pale； her lips moved silently； while her fingers still
worked at the green flax。 Even on the way to death； she would not give up her task。 The ten coats of mail lay at her feet； she was working hard at the eleventh； while the mob jeered her and said； 〃See the witch； how she mutters！ She has no hymn…book in her hand。 She sits there with her ugly sorcery。 Let us tear it in a thousand pieces。〃
And then they pressed towards her； and would have destroyed the
coats of mail； but at the same moment eleven wild swans flew over her； and alighted on the cart。 Then they flapped their large wings； and the crowd drew on one side in alarm。
〃It is a sign from heaven that she is innocent；〃 whispered many of
them； but they ventured not to say it aloud。
As the executioner seized her by the hand； to lift her out of
the cart； she hastily threw the eleven coats of mail over the swans；
and they immediately became eleven handsome princes； but the
youngest had a swan's wing； instead of an arm； for she had not been
able to finish the last sleeve of the coat。
〃Now I may speak；〃 she exclaimed。 〃I am innocent。〃
Then the people； who saw what happened； bowed to her； as before
a saint； but she sank lifeless in her brothers' arms； overcome with
suspense； anguish； and pain。
〃Yes； she is innocent；〃 said the eldest brother； and then he
related all that had taken place； and while he spoke there rose in the
air a fragrance as from millions of roses。 Every piece of faggot in
the pile had taken root； and threw out branches； and appeared a
thick hedge； large and high； covered with roses； while above all
bloomed a white and shining flower； that glittered like a star。 This
flower the king plucked； and placed in Eliza's bosom； when she awoke from her swoon； with peace and happiness in her heart。 And all the church bells rang of themselves； and the birds came in great troops。
And a marriage procession returned to the castle； such as no king
had ever before seen。
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