at the same instant, a second wave came rushing up, and covered the man’s head. all had vanished, the mill-pond lay peaceful as before, and nothing but the face of the full moon shone on it. full of sorrow, the woman went back, but again the dream showed her the cottage of the old woman. next morning she again set out and complained of her woes to the wise woman. the old woman gave her a golden flute, and said, "tarry till the full moon comes again, then take this flute; play a beautiful air on it, and when thou hast finished, lay it on the sand; then thou wilt see what will happen." the wife did as the old woman told her. no sooner was the flute lying on the sand than there was a stirring in the depths, and a wave rushed up and bore the flute away with it.