("Nøkken"
in Norwegian)
The
water sprite is cunning. Humans are
his prey. When the sun sets, you
must beware. He could be lying
under the large, shining water lily that you reach for with your hand. The
moment you touch it, the quagmire will give way beneath you, and he will grasp
you with his wet, slimy hands. Or when you are sitting alone by the pond
one evening - memories rise to the surface, at first one by one, then whole
hosts of memories with the same warmth and radiance as the reflected sunlight
between the leaves and the water lilies. Watch yourself! The water
sprite is playing with your feelings. The pond conjures forth the
memories, and the water sprite lies in wait beneath. He knows how easy it
is to trap us in its beautiful, quivering reflections.
From the book "Troll" .