..........Many years have gone since then. Tuvstarr is still sitting looking wondering down into the water for her heart. The princess is gone. There is just a little white flower with Tuvstarr's name on the edge of the tarn. Now and then the moose is coming back, looking at the little one. He is the only one who knows who she is. Tuvstarr, the princess. Then she perhaps smiles- he is an old friend- but follow him she will not do, she cannot as long as the magic is binding her. The magic is lying down there. Far, far down there is a heart that is lost.

From "Tuvstarr" by Helge Kjellin. Picture by John Bauer