When she woke up on the seventh morning she saw from her perch smoke coming up from a little town on the edge of the forest . The sight of the huts made her feel more lonely and helpless than before . She longed desperately for a draught of milk from a gourd , for there were no streams in that part , and she was very thirsty , but how was she to earn anything with only one hand ? And at this thought her courage failed , and she began to cry bitterly . It happened that the king 's son had come out from the town very early to shoot birds , and when the sun grew hot he left tired . ' I will lie here and rest under this tree , ' he said to his attendants . ` You can go and shoot instead , and I will just have this slave to stay with me ! ' Away they went , and the young man fell asleep , and slept long . Suddenly he was awakened by something wet and salt falling on his face . ` What is that ? Is it raining ? ' he said to his slave . ` Go and look . ' ` No , master , it is not raining , ' answered the slave . ` Then climb up the tree and see what it is , ' and the slave climbed up , and came back and told his master that a beautiful girl was sitting up there , and that it must have been her tears which had fallen on the face of the king 's son . ` Why was she crying ? ' inquired the prince . ' I can not tell -- I did not dare to ask her ; but perhaps she would tell you . ' And the master , greatly wondering , climbed up the tree . ` What is the matter with you ? '
said he gently , and , as she only sobbed louder , he continued : ` Are you a woman , or a spirit XXXXX the woods ? ' '
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