There was a great crevasse in the king’s glass mountain, and he proclaimed that anyone who could cross it without falling into the void would be able to marry his daughter. Well, I loved his daughter already, and I was prepared to do anything for her. When the time came to set off, she declared that she would go over the mountain with me. If I were to fall, she would hold me. There was no point in arguing with her, she had her mind made up.
We climbed carefully, watching out for one another, but then a completely unexpected thing happened. The glass mountain opened up and shut her in. I couldn’t see where she had gone. I shouted but she didn’t hear me. I tried to find a way down, but to no avail. Finally, I went back to the king, weeping. He ordered the mountain to be broken up where she had been lost, but we still couldn’t find the crevasse into which she had fallen.
I’ll never get over it.