Thinking of this, they began to remove their woolen sweater and linen dress. They closed their eyes and listened to the water rushing, the leaves rustling, and felt the bright light of the moon beaming onto their closed eyelids. They raised their arms and began to sway, feeling the fresh, early spring air on their naked skin. They parted their lips and sang, softly at first, and then louder: "Lady Brig of the Sacred Well..."