The fairies have raised me and given me everything beautiful and rare, and yet they confine me in a tower, high in the air. I only know fairies and I may be their child, but I will not do everything they demand. I will not marry the king of the dwarves.
Now I fear that the Old Fairy will turn me into a cat, or a dog, or something worse. Still, they are only forms, and in any form I will not change my mind.