© Gemeinde Obervellach     

Once a lady of the castle lived on castle falcon's stone, diesehr was rich and very nice, but owned a haughty and cold heart. Alseines of day the hall just with guests was filled, exclaimed them triumphing: "Who toots it to me immediately in the whole Carinthian's country? Who is so rich who is as nice as me? What other hardly in the quiet one dare to wish, I have in luxuriant fullness! At wooden tables I have dined, in marmorner board and on silver record; and now it is the smooth gold on which my bowls stand; only one remains to try to me - as it eats on a table of bone. One says, the luck is moody; to me there remains faithfully. Yes really", she continued, a ring of the finger pulling, "so little this ring ever again from the floods in which I throw him now, emportaucht, so little the star of my luck will ever go out!"

if it spoke and flung the precious ring in the rushing water. Had dismayed the servants, in silence the guests that there trespasses speech heard, only the proud lady of the castle looked around smiling in the circle.

Few days had passed since then, there a fisherman came hurriedly to the castle and swung joyfully the ring of the mistress which he had found in the belly of a fish and had recognised as a property of the lady of the castle. Horror seized the castle servants. But also the proud woman became serious and taciturn when she received the ring from the hands of the pale lady's maid.

Three years passed by in old shine. There weapon clinking sounded in the country, streams of enemies poured forth in and also castle Falcon's stone did not escape the murder distillers. From the smoking remains the lady of the castle saved the naked life; begging she further dragged herself on; however, the hatred, them during good days sowed, rose during the days of the misery. With mockery and disdain she became rejected and seldom it received bread enough for the tantalising hunger. If the country people saw her former mistress on the ground crouching down and picking up sorglich the scattered crumbs of the knees, then they shouted jeering: "Oh, now refreshes you once at the table of bone."

Still today in the Mölltal not far Obervellach one calls the virgin where of the legend died after this high-spirited in the misery.

Franz Pehr, Carinthian legends. Klagenfurt 1913, 5th edition, Klagenfurt 1960, No. 59, p. 122