Entspannt einschlafen mit Märchen: Der goldene Faden | Hörgeschichte, Hörbuch zu Einschlafen

The Golden Father. Once upon a time, there were two sisters. They had it good. Although father and mother had died, a grandfather took care of them and spoiled them. What he could see with love in their eyes, he did them to like. Only he was an old man and said, if they were always satisfied and good things, they did not have to worry about life. So the girls grew up. Free and happy, like the little birds, but not as hard-working as those. They did not build houses, because theirs, completely decorated with roses, stood fixed in the village. They did not sew either, because grandfather bought them what they needed. And if there were holes, the things were given to the poor, who understood to stitch, among jokes and laughter. They were beautiful, healthy creatures, the two girls, not vain or greedy for cleaning. They were happy about the meadow flowers, about the sunshine, about the smoke bombs from grandfather's pipe. They went arm in arm and sang and laughed, that it was said in the village, whoever the grain is harvested, he only needs to go to the two boys, to become vain and happy again. Only the foremost shook the head maliciously and warned Laura-Lisa, so the two were called, never individually, but always in one breath, to learn to do it and to work it. Then Laura-Lisa made very serious faces, cuddled with each other for a long time and pampered grandfather until he gave them a groschen. With this they moved cheerfully into the village shop and got some little thing from which they knew that the foremost had wished for for a long time. This gift they limited with flowers or in winter with red and white berries and smuggled it to the old man's house. To this they sang him a funny song. Then he had to laugh and rejoice and forgot all his words of warning. And the girls had peace until his next sentence. Poor girls. Yes, why? Because one day grandfather died and now they had to open their eyes. There was nothing left. Even the little house no longer belonged to him. The foremost talked to the girls and for the first time you could see the poor two sneak in with tears in their eyes. And all the happy songs were silenced. It was decided that Laura-Lisa should go to the city to do a service there. The foremost came to him one evening and told him that he had found work for both. On a farm one should serve, the other in the city. The girls were horrified. They had never come to the realization that they could separate. No, that was impossible. They did not say a word and did not cry either. The foremost, who had become angry enough and who would have preferred to take the legs to himself if he had not been a poor man, was glad that the matter had gone so quietly and went home in peace. For a long time Laura-Lisa sat silent next to each other. Then they jumped up at the same time, fell into each other's arms and cried under tears, No, we will not leave each other. Nobody, nobody should separate us. They packed their bundle, hid the penny, which was still in the two savings boxes, and, before dawn, they sneaked out of the house and the village. They left a note. On the same it said that they had made an early departure, because it would have become too difficult for them to say goodbye. They thanked everyone, especially the foremost, very warmly and would never forget their home. All the people in the village thought with the foreword that Laura-Lisa had joined their new service and, after a few days of good inquiries from the city about where the girls had stayed, they were already over all the mountains and no trace of them could be found. Laura-Lisa, however, wandered hand in hand into the wild. For a while they stood still, looked at each other happily and hugged each other. In the first days they lived off the food they had taken and slept under a clear sky, because they always feared that someone from their old home could find them or force a stranger to return there, so that they would be separated from each other. They avoided the big streets and walked through forests and valleys, over mountains and streams. It became more and more lonely around them. Fewer villages, no cities and hardly a wanderer who met them. That was nice for the two of them. When the morning sun shone, they hurried to the brook or lake where they had slept, whistled and cleaned themselves, sang a beautiful song, took a hearty bite of the old bread from home and moved on. And in the evening they looked for a tree as a shelter. They carried grass and moss and laid a camp. One of them crawled deep, deep into the ground and slept soundly while the sister awoke. Halfway through the night the faithful shelter-keeper woke up the sleeping one, who awoke again until the other had rested. Oh, how many thoughts one could have when the night so quietly and softly lifted up the earth and the stars sparkled in the sky. For a while a nightingale sang, or a cricket chirped, or a lighthouse shone. In the morning both of them discussed their thoughts of the night and came to the same conclusion that they wanted to grasp some kind of way of life, but only in solitude and together. But no one knew what kind of work it should be, and they did not think about it. Come time, come advice, they thought. The sky seemed to have its joy in the wandering girls, for it was a summer like no one has ever remembered, so warm and dry. Again the night descended. Laura and Lisa were in a forest. At the same time they decided to rest. Laughing, they dragged the beautiful moss along, for both were joking about who should wake up first. But Laura, because she was an hour older than her twin, claimed the right to take care of her sister first, who had become very tired from hiking. She carefully covered Lisa, sang her a lullaby and sat next to her. How quiet it was, how gently Lisa slept. No, she did not want to wake up in the middle of the night, she was healthy and strong and the older one. A great caring love for the sister filled Laura's heart. How beautiful her Lisa was, with the gray-brown curls and the red cheeks. She wanted to do everything to make her Lisa very, very happy. Little by little the darkness of the night turned into dawn. The nightingale was silent, the fairies were chirping from the field. The sky was pink-red, the dewdrops were shining. Everything was adorned as it seems to receive a ruler like the sun. Lisa slept sweetly. Then Laura looked around and decided, as she saw everything so radiant, to adorn her sister with the most beautiful meadow flowers she could find and then to wake her up with a kiss. She stood up quietly. Two ravens flew and sat on the tree because they were snow-white. But Laura was even more amazed when the animals began to croak and she could understand every word of the raven language clearly. You! croaked the first and later curiously fell asleep on the sleeping Lisa. Such a stupid human child lost his happiness again! As always! answered the second. We poor stupid animals are better off than the people of the earth. We know where happiness is to be found. But what good is it to us? And we cannot share it with people, they do not understand us. Unless it is a Sunday child who carries the piece of the golden thread in his heart. Yes, that's right, father! Three steps from here the big celebration of spring is celebrated. If only she would adorn herself with flowers that are still rare like moon and cornflowers that are already deep in the field. Who knows? I could bet she would be the most beautiful among all young women, would be woven by the good, rich prince and would be with her until the end of her life. Rob! Rob! called both, spread their wings and hovered against the sun that had just cast its golden light over the land. Laura looked after him. Well, she thought, this time I have understood your language, must be a Sunday child and have the piece of the golden thread I don't want to be lazy. My Lisa child should be happy. In a hurry she stepped on the cornfield that I pulled up the hill just in front of the forest. It was still green, the morning wind moved it in shimmering waves. Laura later played along the furrows at the edge, but she did not see any flowers. Where should now, as the nightingale still sang, flowers and moon stand. I had the best of the white frames, Laura thought sadly and wanted to return to her sister. But just as the wind broke the green furs apart again, she saw them glow deep in the field a little purplish red and shimmer a fleck of blue. No doubt, these were the desired flowers. Laura forgot that she had never entered a field, because the corn is sacred and she knew that. She only thought of her Lisa and her happiness. Carefully she stepped into the field. She bent so far that she knotted the furs apart so as not to hurt them, but as easily as she always went, her steps left a trace. Bent, bent furs formed a furrow behind her. She didn't think about it, but suddenly she had reached the flowers and her joy was all over the place full of lovely weeds. Flower by flower stood cornflowers and moon. Laura bent over and plucked eagerly. She held a bush so large that she could not contain herself, so she gathered the tips of her furs and tied the colorful furs into it. She collected more large bushes, so she made her way back. When she turned around, it sounded in front of her as if it came out of the ground, only further, then closer and clearer a song. A deep woman's voice sang half-loud, speaking for a while more, then again strongly and angrily the old words. Leave the flowers alone, don't go to the corn, the rye mower goes around there. Then she ducks down, then she looks again, she will catch the evil people who long for the beautiful flowers. At this last, very loud, pronounced word stood a very small, so wrinkled woman in front of the fallen girl. She looked like a big, mature heiress with many little fields in the yellow antler, with cornflower blue eyes and yellow hair strands. As if it came out of the ground, she stood in front of Lora, swung angrily at a log and shouted, What, you big fool, so old already and still don't know the commandment of the rye mower? Tear down the sowing seed with a thousandfold effort from me. Ah, now I have caught you. You can see for yourself if the laborious work of the rye mower has been successful. It was a happy idea that my white ravens sang their happy song to you. So I finally have a market in violence. That will do my old bones good. And you know, if you make the attempt to escape, I will also pull your sister into my magic band. Lora began to cry bitterly. Finally she cried out, Dear good rye mower, sure, I missed you badly. It was to congratulate my sister. If the song of the white ravens is true, then let me go back to my sister once more. I promise you, as I decorated her for the jubilee spring festival and could show her the way to happiness, I will join you and want to pay for my punishment. When the girl was bathing and moaning, a funny smile played in the mouth of the old man. She thought, they will never come back. But then I will get them both into my violence, which should be all the better in this hard working time. And she replied, Stop moaning, I can't stand it anymore. You missed and have to pay for your sins. Do you think it is decent of me to restore all your sins? It will take a long time until they are so far through caring and caring to recover and bring their fruit. That should be your first work. But what the ravens sang is true. So listen, promise me to return, so I will give you so much time that you go to your sister, adorn her and show her the way. But pay attention to my words, as you try to escape with her, not only are you in my violence, but also she and her happiness is destroyed. When Laura looked down on the little, weak little woman, the thought came to me that all this might just be a dream. That she, who was strong and healthy, had to try to escape the threatening prison. She made a movement as if she wanted to hurry and noticed, to her shock, that she was tied to the post. The raven Mooma had only made a slight swing with her crutch and immediately Laura was wrapped in invisible hands and strong straw belts, from top to bottom, like a wrapping child. The little woman looked angrily smiling at her, but for a moment Laura was free. She realized that the raven Mooma was not to be laughed at. But she said sadly, it is as you command. I will only adorn my sister and help her to happiness. Then I will return to you in service and want to atone for my guilt, the writhing of the slender feet. Laura collected her flowers and ran out of the cornfield to the edge of the forest, where Lisa was still sleeping Laura sat down so that she could see the beautiful face of her sister. How happy she looked, how she smiled in her dream. No, no, Lisa should never have known what was ahead of her and the happiness she had to give her. Jealous, she tied the flowers to the branch, to limit others again. For a while her eyes darkened with tears, but then she unwittingly wiped the drops. They should not prevent her from helping her sister to happiness. As the sun rays just hit the face of the slumberer, she had to sneeze and woke up. Surprised, she looked down at herself. Over and over she was adorned with flowers. And just then Laura took off a purple crown of moons. Drunk in sleep, the girl straightened up. But when she saw Laura's pale face, she got up quickly and shouted reproachfully, You love, evil! You acted against the agreement and let me sleep the whole night and picked the flowers for me. How beautiful they are! Not a bit wild! But why did you do that? Lisa! Dear Lisa, hear what I have experienced! called the sister. She sat down next to Lisa, pulled out the rest of the local bread and while they were munching on their breakfast, Laura told how the white ravens had blackened and what they said was good news for Lisa. She also reported that the slumberer had confirmed the talk of the animals. There, right behind the pasture, the Spring Festival would be celebrated today in a magnificent garden. To this all the young women who are good and beautiful, richly adorned with flowers, would come in inescapable numbers. But the princes and the princes' sons who were looking for a bride were used to choose her from that flock. So now a skilled young hero wanted to do it. And as the ravens said, he would not choose anyone other than Lisa, who was the best and most beautiful and at this time of year the most precious flower jewelry, the cornflowers and the moondew. She should make her way to the garden. But Laura, said Lisa, how should we dress up so differently there? Me, cleaned out like a Sunday child, wearing an everyday skirt. No, I will take care of you now. You lie down here again and put on red cheeks and white eyes and I hurry to the cornfield to adorn you with the flower jewelry. She wanted to walk on, but Laura pulled her back and swore with moving words not to do anything like that and said, time is so precious, you will miss to get to the garden in time. So you will not only hurt you, but especially me. The white ravens will follow us with their anger and we will continue to wander endlessly without rest and rest. But the king will choose you to be his wife and he will do it and you will love him because he is supposed to be brave and strong. So you will not only find a home, but me too. You will never leave me and I look forward to stretching my tired limbs under velvet and silk in a king's bed. But so that I do not hurt you, I will immediately hurry to the field because I now know the places where the flowers, which are usually only to be found so much later, will be happy together and enjoy life. They talked back and forth for a while, but finally Lisa convinced herself to go ahead alone. They hugged each other tenderly because Laura gently pushed Lisa away, stepped on the narrow path and drove the still hesitant in a hurry. As long as they could see each other, Laura waved and Lisa stood still for a moment to look back. Once she even took a few steps she wanted to reach her sister again. But Laura shook her head and raised her hands begging. Then Lisa thought how tired the poor thing was that she had been doing all night and that it was now in her hand to take care of her and give her a comfortable life. She bravely stepped out and wiped her tears from her bright eyes when she could no longer see Laura behind her at a bend in the path. Only a short time and the sister would follow her on the same path. The forest lit up, a beautiful music sounded towards her and a wonderful scent enveloped her. She stood in front of a golden fence, but the large entrance gate was open and Lisa stepped into the garden as if she had never seen it before. Smaragd green lawns changed with blooming pines, with blooming golden rain, with Narcissus fields, with clear ponds where spring fountains hurled the shimmering water pearly into the heights. The sound of the harbour game from the trees and the thousandfold singing of the birds. In front of a wide area there were tents set up and in front of the same thousands and thousands of the most beautifully decorated young women walked. There were clothes made of shimmering silk and all were adorned from the head to the feet with flowers. Here the orchid in rare form and color hung around the white forehead of a dark-eyed beauty. There sat a crown of Lafrosse roses of another on the blonde head. In between, diamonds and rubies flashed in never-before-seen splendor. Lisa did not consider such a shine possible. Afraid, she hid behind all the beauties and stood modest in the last row. Old servants just in red skirts through the crowd of ladies and on golden planks tender treats were enough for time. Also Lisa was offered drink and food, but she was too shy to accept. But because she felt hungry, she took a simple white bun and also grabbed a second, which she put in the bag for Laura. Some of the girls laughed about it in their vicinity, held the fans in front of the nests and tinkered about the strange thing with the moon and cornflower jewelry, which was very out of date. But, so whispered one to the other, beautiful is the dirndl. Now the music became more and more lovely and seductive. The girls clasped each other's hands and began to dance in tender steps. But Lisa didn't want to dance. So she stayed alone. That didn't bother her much, but she missed the threat and thought proudly, Oh, I can do that better than you. I don't need you anymore. While she grasped her robe and followed the beat of the music. She thought of her Laura, of the days and nights of the journey together, of the singing of the birds and of the waving green cornfield. She moved more and more freely, without realizing it. She danced and there were bends and there were gliding and turning, everything she had experienced so far. The happy childhood time with laughing and jumping, the happy youth under the care of the grandfather. Then her dance became serious, sad. It described the death of her grandfather, the departure of the two sisters and finally the separation from her faithful Laura. When she had come so far, the pain made her exhausted. She crouched on the spot where she stood, slapped her hands in front of her face and cried bitterly. Her hands were pulled forward and in front of her stood a beautiful young man with blonde curls. He asked her with a gentle voice why she was so sad and who had shown her the wonderful dance and how she had become the rare jewel of the corn and moon flowers, his favorite flowers. Then Lisa stood up and because she did well to talk about her sister and her experiences, she told freely everything that had affected the two of them. The beautiful young man listened to her with pleasure. He then asked her to dance with him, which wish she gladly fulfilled. Then he made sure of the most delicious treats and Lisa had to sit by his side He asked her to come to a small car with white pillows, with two white little ruffles and asked her to go for a walk with him. When it was finally evening, Lisa stood with a beating heart and red cheeks, looking at the young man and thought nothing but that they would have to part now. With this thought, her heart ached like with the farewell of her sister. But how blessed she became when she held her hand and asked if she wanted to follow him as his wife into his shimmering kingdom. Then Lisa was so filled with happiness and love that she happily said yes, followed the king's son and in her joy even ate lora and did not worry that loyalty was still not followed in the garden. The next day, Lisa and the young king celebrated a brilliant wedding with the beautiful queen, her people, her knightly husband. Everyone loved the beautiful queen with the smiling eyes and the gray brown hair. Everything that could be seen in her eyes happened and Lisa never thought she would be so happy. The only shadow was that Lora had not found herself. The king comforted her that the miracle garden would only open for the longest time. And if the sunset had not reached the golden grid, he would have to wait until the next year. And so it was probably that Lora had gone and the way into his kingdom would only lead once a year through the miracle garden. Then Lisa was satisfied and hoped for the next spring. When he came back, Lisa weighed a magnificent baby. Glossy parties were celebrated on the high earths. The young queen was not allowed to enter the journey to the miracle garden. She was indispensable to the land, but especially to her husband and her son-in-law. There Lisa sent out the most faithful knights. They should wait for Lora in the magic garden and lead her with honor into the castle. But the knights returned home unharmed. Among all the beautiful young women, Lora was the only one who could not be harmed. Famous artists still conjured Lisa's story of the little house in the garden. It was supposed to become a tea house. And Lisa thought with joy that she could live there. Among all the beautiful young women of the magic garden, Lora was not. Lisa's son-in-law did not want to be comforted. Again and again she asked the knights. One of them, who had gladly left his life for the young queen, had to tell her exactly all the events of his journey. So that he could only take care of the animals. Then Lisa shook her hands and said, These are the white ravens that my sister gave birth to. The white ravens know about my Lisa. Faithful knight, so you love me a little, so ride day and night and see that you bring me the birds alive. Lisa immediately got on his horse and hurried off. Right, after a few weeks he came back and had two white ravens in a cage behind him. And he carried his arm in the sling, because the evil animals had bitten him hard. Then the young queen thanked him, let him bind him, and the king gave the brave a golden chain and the king gave the golden chain and the king gave the golden chain and the king gave the golden chain and the king gave the golden chain and the king gave the golden chain and the king gave the golden chain and the king gave the golden chain Lisa walked quietly towards the rose house. Already from a distance she heard the birds fluttering and screeching. When she came close, she whispered softly behind a bush and whispered on her scream. They seemed to talk to each other and gradually the queen understood some sounds. That's what you get called one white raven, if you get involved with people. No, said the other one. That is the punishment that you wanted to get from the evil white raven. Why did you have to encircle the young knight and tell him that the king's sister in the form of the white raven whistled and had to work like a slave? Lisa had heard enough. She rushed in front of the frightened birds and said, Listen, I have heard everything. Now you are in my power but if you tell me how I can free my poor sister, I will give you your freedom back. The animals answered, We can't do that. Only the raven can do that. The queen said, So I want to free one of you. Hurry up to the raven and bring me news in three days how to free my Laura. The birds agreed. Lisa opened the cage a little and let one of her companions out. Now she was waiting in fear for his return and became so pale and sad that her groom and the whole country were trembling. Finally, it had become autumn and the wild leaves were fluttering wildly through the land. One evening the queen heard something knocking at her window. When she opened it was the white raven. He swung to her in the chamber and it took a long time before he could start because he had become completely voiceless from the effort. But finally he stood up to what he had discovered and his little eyes sparkled violently. It's a bad thing, Mrs. Queen, about the fight with the raven. And I don't want to let your sister go anymore, not even for gold and goods. I saw your sister, she is pale and sad, works from early to late and still hopes to touch the heart of the cruel rag doll and to get her freedom. For you she went into the field to get the flowers for your jewelry. She was surprised and captured by the rag doll. Only for a short time did she regain her freedom to adorn you and show you the way to happiness. Then she had to stand up to the evil old woman, otherwise it would have been not only her death, but also yours. Now the noble young woman realizes that it is shameful and reaches out to the heart to see her, year in and year out, and has to do the work for the rag doll in the cornfields of the earth. The palms support and the summer threads spin as the cornflowers that the rag doll no longer lets go of her, although she promises her from year to year to keep her up and at work. I have done my best, but what the rag doll wants so that she releases your sister is unfulfillable and I do not dare to share it with you. The young queen grumbles, and one notices that it pleases her to be an unfortunate messenger. So know, noble queen! The rag doll laughed when I promised her all the treasures of the world. She so agreed to release the young woman Lora. Then she swung her stick and cried, there is only one means of liberation. I have sacrificed the queen with her little child. I have the throne of the kingdom in my hands, so I want to give up the young woman. Her grumbling has been annoying me for a long time and I can raise the child to my services without remembering his origin. These, said the raven, but she herself had no quiet hour. Day and night she looked at the rescue of her sister and became transparent like a lily leaf, so that the king did not know to let himself be afraid of his wife. But Lisa did not dare to tell the king the words of the raven, because she knew her fear of the knight and trusted him with what she had heard. Then Lisa bent down, climbed his horse and ride and searched so long until he really got to see the raven. But he could not catch her, much more she immediately surrounded him with the indestructible straw winds, but she told him the same words that the raven had announced. Then she swung the stick and he was free to announce to the queen. Then Lisa knew that she had to bring the sacrifice for her sister. In a warm summer night she kissed her sleeping child four thousand times and gave it to the faithful knight. He carried it to the field where the raven howled. Lisa fell into a serious illness and when she was pale and weak for the first time again she showed herself to the people, she noticed to her stranger and the king's pain blinded her. She had hardly reached her bed when she saw the knight come. But he himself had to tell her that the false raven had probably disappeared with the rattle in the field, but that never, as long as he waited had the virgin Laura stepped out of the same, so that there was no doubt that the old man had kept the boy and the virgin. Then Lisa lost her mind. Suddenly the king came to her and demanded his boy from her. He spoke gently and with deep pain and told her that the whole people were outraged about the queen, because it went through the country the safe knowledge that she had sacrificed her child. Then Lisa did not hold back any longer and told the boy everything. The king became angry and accused her that she did not trust him, because, he said, before queens such a spook is always feared, and I would have forced her to release your sister. But now that she has our son also in the violence, she will laugh in my safety. Then the poor queen cried and asked the ruler if he wanted to try again to save child and sister. But the people gathered daily in front of the castle and demanded stormy, one should condemn the bad queen to death. When he saw that he would not be able to save his wife from the wrath of the people, he ordered the faithful knight to saddle the horse at night. Then he led his wife out, lifted her into the saddle, jumped behind her on the horse, because the poor queen was far too weak to ride alone, and waved to the knight to follow her. So they left the kingdom and rode for a long time through the country, until they came to the field where at that time Laura had brought the precious jewelry of her sister. This is where they left. Like a long time ago, the sisters so the king and the knight laid moss under the tree on the edge of the forest so that the exhausted could rest. But they themselves surrounded the field to become the rogues. When Lisa sat alone in the moss, in great fear and worry, she suddenly heard a voice that drove the blood into her pale cheeks, because she realized that it had to be Laura who sang before her there in a short distance. She could understand the words that said, Sleep, my prince boy, sleep in my protection. I bid the white raven and all enemies death. When she had sung so, Lisa heard the chirping of a bird and saw the white raven hovering over the field with a loud creak. She began to scream a child's voice and again it sounded gentle and soothing. Sleep, my precious prince boy, all honors bow down. My love covers you and you remain my own. Then Lisa got up and ran to the field and cried quietly, because she didn't want to attract the rogues. Laura, dear sister, is that you? As soon as the grain split, I saw Laura with her boy in her arms. She then approached the edge of the field. But when Lisa whistled joyfully at her and wanted to close her arms, she ran back in fear and cried, No more! The fathom separates us, the pale straw fathom that surrounds the whole field on orders of the rogues and is impenetrable, and you come to him, dear sister, so you will also fail in the end. And when he saw the young woman in the field, they wanted to hurry to her, but again Laura shouted warningly, Look out! When the grain was put here in the field for my rescue, I could not bring it over my heart to give it here alone to the rogues and stayed with the boy, although the rogues offered me their own freedom. But since then she does not trust me and only intends to harm When he saw her, he felt great courage in his heart and cried, When you thought of giving the sister happiness and understanding the white frame, only a Sunday child could understand the meaning of the golden thread on the heart. Well, the golden thread must help us. Hold your heart, noble young woman, and try to pull it out. And when she fell asleep, she did not want to fall and with the other she grasped her heart. Right! She led a fine thread between her fingers and, although she was in pain, she pulled it out a little and now held a shimmering golden thread in her hand. She reached the knight and said, Hurry! The golden thread and hurried with him into the field. The straw thread that surrounded the field fell back when touched. The knight unhurriedly reached the young woman and reached her hand. She followed him and was already with one foot over the edge of the field when some high moonflowers and wicked ranks wrapped themselves tightly on her hand and pulled her on. The boy disappeared in the field. A desperate cry sounded from the edge. Lisa, the poor mother, pushed him out. In fear of death, without paying attention to the straw thread, she fell forward and grabbed her poor beating heart. She also felt a fine thread between her fingers, pulled it, tore it into daylight and pulled it back. And she grabbed her child. Then she reached the border, cheered by her husband and the other two. But Laura hurried, because her husband was still in danger of being caught here. The knight lifted Laura on his horse, the happy king his queen, who held the boy in her arm. They hardly moved, so they were caught by the straw thread. The knights rushed at great speed and threatened to overwhelm and suffocate them. In vain, the king and the knight pulled the sisters and pulled down the weeds. And from every dying flower sprang ten new ones. In this danger, when the dew had already been exhausted under the winds and threatened to collapse, Laura tried to touch the flowers with the magic thread. She pulled it out herself and Lisa followed her example. As they touched the flowers with him, they fell to the ground. Now all the flower flames tried to swallow the knights, but again the women held the thread against them. There the flames sank together and so the cowards rode into the shady forest. The magic thread of golden sisters and mother's love had saved them all. There was endless celebration when the palace was reached. Feasts were celebrated and soon the wedding of the faithful knight with the faithful Laura took place. The happy king and his wife gave the two a kingdom that was close to theirs. Now Laura and Lisa lived close together again, met daily with their children in the park and did not forget the kind foreword of his concern to free the two missing people. They let him come to them and prepared a carefree happy evening for the old man. Everyone, everyone loved the two sisters Laura and Lisa, who faithfully guarded the treasure, the golden thread in their hearts and passed it on to their children and grandchildren.