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(A poetic treatment by Bachmann can be found in the Dresdener Merkur 1826, Nr. 126 and 128.)
A long time ago, a young weaver named Conrad Zeilig lived in Schandau who was upstanding, hard-working, and devout. While he zealously attended the rite of confession, he equally zealously visited the Lilienstein mountain after mass. Once, when he was deeply in contemplation, the lovely figure of a maiden approached him. She was beautiful in countenance, and wore a golden chain in her hair. Shyly, the young man asked her first to kiss the hem of her dress, and then, finally, her lily-like hand. Reddened by blossoming love, she pressed her hand towards him and let him do as he wished. When he asked the lost maiden if he would be allowed to lead her home, she replied with a voice like silver bells: “I know the surrounding gorges. I seek something larger — and larger shall be your reward. You have undergone the rite of confession, and next intend to receive the Most Holy. When you do, keep the altar bread, and bring it to me. A devout longing swells my breast, and thus I ask you to bring me the all-reconciling meal!”
The startled weaver was told to come back at dusk, spread out a red cloth beneath a tree, kneel there, and, when she arrived and asked for it, offer up the bread. “But don’t be frightened if you see something unusual, or else we will both be lost.”
He was ready to do anything for her, except defile the Most Holy. But when she wept two large tears, he was moved to hurry away and fulfill her desire. When he came back and kneeled, a horrible creature suddenly appeared which was half animal, half human. Her arms were the claws of a tiger — she was damned because she had murdered her mother. The stunned weaver crushed the holy bread in his stupefaction and tried to flee, but fell down with a cry. Suddenly, the ground opened up, flames burst out, and the horrible visage was devoured.
The weaver was lying there unconsciously for two hours. When he woke up, madness took hold of his mind, and he later died with a last glance towards the Lilienstein mountain.