When Eglė with children came back to the sea, she saw the water darkening, with blood-red foam. She heard her husband voice: “It was your twelve brothers that slashed me to death with their scythes, and it was Little Aspen, who betrayed me”
Eglė was filled with grief and horror. She turned her children to the trees: Oak, Ash and Birch grew up to be tall, but Aspen trembles at the touch of the lightest breeze. Finally, Eglė herself turns into a spruce.