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Then the fiddler went his way, and took her with him, and they soon came to a great wood. Pray, said she, whose is this wood. It belongs to King Grisly beard, answered he; hadst thou taken him, all had been thine. Ah. unlucky wretch that I am. sighed she; would that I had married King Grisly beard. Next they came to some fine meadows. Whose are these beautiful green meadows. said she.