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And he answered : `` Andelsprutz hoped too much . For thirty years would she stretch out her arms toward the land of Akla every night , to Mother Akla from whom she had been stolen . Every night she would be hoping and sighing , and stretching out her arms to Mother Akla . At midnight , once a year , on the anniversary of the terrible day , Akla would send spies to lay a wreath against the walls of Andelsprutz . She could do no more . And on this night , once in every year , I used to weep , for weeping was the mood of the city that nursed me . Every night while other cities slept did Andelsprutz sit brooding here and hoping , till thirty wreaths lay mouldering by her walls , and still the armies of Akla could not come .