How I wanted a child! But it would kill me to have one. I couldn’t bear to see it try to walk, and stumble, and fall.
At last, after twelve years of marriage, I gave birth to a boy, but, of course, I could not live. I weakened, and, after only a few days, I called my husband to my bedside. I said, “Never let the child put his feet on the ground, for as soon as he does, he will fall into the power of a wicked Fairy who will do him much harm.”
That is the way it has been with me, and those who have gone before me. Stay childless, stay away from the earth, lest you come to some harm. I know now, as I am dying, that our fear has only increased my dark sister’s wickedness.