Now her beauty and goodness , instead of softening the witch 's heart , aroused her hatred and jealousy . One day she called Prunella to her , and said : ` Take this basket , go to the well , and bring it back to me filled with water . If you do n't I will kill you . ' The girl took the basket , went and let it down into the well again and again . But her work was lost labour . Each time , as she drew up the basket , the water streamed out of it . At last , in despair , she gave it up , and leaning against the well she began to cry bitterly , when suddenly she heard a voice at her side saying ` Prunella , why are you crying ? ' Turning round she beheld a handsome youth , who looked kindly at her , as if he were sorry for her trouble . ` Who are you , ' she asked , ` and how do you know my name ? ' ' I am the son of the witch , ' he replied , ` and my name is Bensiabel . I know that she is determined that you shall die , but I promise you that she shall not carry out her wicked plan . Will you give me a kiss , if I fill your basket ? ' ` No , ' said Prunella , ' I will not give you a kiss , because you are the son of a witch . ' ` Very well , ' replied the youth sadly . ` Give me your basket and I will fill it for you . ' And he dipped it into the well , and the water stayed in it . Then the girl returned to the house , carrying the basket filled with water . When the witch saw it , she became white with rage , and exclaimed ` Bensiabel must have helped you . ' And Prunella looked down , and said nothing . ` Well , we shall see who will win in the end , ' said the witch , in a great rage .
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