tarry till the full moon has risen, then go to the mill-pond, seat thyself on the shore, and comb thy long black hair with this comb. when thou hast done, lay it down on the bank, and thou wilt see what will happen." the woman returned home, but the time till the full moon came, passed slowly. at last the shining disc appeared in the heavens, then she went out to the mill-pond, sat down and combed her long black hair with the golden comb, and when she had finished, she laid it down at the water’s edge. it was not long before there was a movement in the depths, a wave rose, rolled to the shore, and bore the comb away with it. in not more than the time necessary for the comb to sink to the bottom, the surface of the water parted, and the head of the huntsman arose. he did not speak, but looked at his wife with sorrowful glances.