My Freda"-- his voice shook--"Mine Yndling! She loved the moonlight.

I was at the wheel and my Freda and my Helma they were behind me.

The moon was behind us and the Brunhilda was like a swanboat sailing down with the moonlight sending her, ja.
"I heard my Freda say: 'I see a nisse coming down the track of the moon.' And I hear her mother laugh, low, like a mother does when her Yndling dreams.

I was happy--that night--with my Helma and my Freda, and the Brunhilda sailing like a swan-boat, ja.

I heard the child say, 'The nisse comes fast!' And then I heard a scream from my Helma, a great scream--like a mare when her foal is torn from her.