drew her hand away and wound it in a corner of Elsalill's cloak
before she led her on again. But Elsalill felt the icy chill
through fur and lining.

Now the dead girl led Elsalill through a long corridor and opened
a door for her. They came into a little dark closet where a feeble
light fell through a hatch in the wall. Elsalill saw that they
were in a room where the scullery wench stood and scoured cups and
dishes for the hostess to set out on the tables for her customers.
Elsalill could just see that a pail of water stood upon a stool,
and in the hatch were many cups and goblets that wanted rinsing.

"Will you help me with this work tonight, Elsalill?" said the dead
girl.

"Yes, dear sister," said Elsalill, "you know I will help you with
whatsoever you wish."

Elsalill then took off her cloak, rolled up her sleeves and began
the work.

"Will you be very quiet and silent in here, Elsalill, so that the
hostess may not know that I have found help?"

"Yes, dear sister," said Elsalill; "you may be sure I will."

"Then farewell, Elsalill," said the dead girl. "I have only one
more thing to ask of you. And it is that you be not too angry with
me for this thing."