your father's palace. And if you do not succeed in winning the prince's love, so that for your sake he will forget father and mother, cleave to you with his whole heart, let the priest join your hands and make you man and wife, you will gain no immortal soul! The
first morning after his marriage with another your heart will break, and you will turn into foam of the sea.'
'I will do it,' said the little mermaid as pale as death. 'But you will have to pay me, too,' said the witch, 'and it is no