human
You must not stay here, said they to her;
gpt
And cannot you defend me?
human
No, answered they,
gpt
Can nothing be done to set you free?
human
Oh no, answered they,
gpt
Who art thou? But she gave no answer.
human
Come down, cried they;
gpt
But she only shook her head. And when they tormented her further with questions she threw down to them her gold necklace, hoping they would be content with that. But they would not leave off, so she threw down to them her girdle, and when that was no good, her garters, and one after another everything she had on and could possibly spare, until she had nothing left but her smock. But all was no good, the huntsmen would not be put off any longer, and they climbed the tree, carried the maiden off, and brought her to the king. The king asked,
human
Who art thou? What wert thou doing in the tree?