" No castle can survive without water, and the lord of Fleckenstein summoned the country's best well-diggers to find it. Setting to work, they dug for days, for weeks and then for months. By the time a year had passed, they had dug so far towards the centre of the earth that they grew afraid of the darkness - but still no water ! Then a stranger appeared, announced that he was a well-digger and offered to take up the challenge. "Done !", said the Lord of Fleckenstein, "dig as you will, but I must have water !" The stranger set to work. After a few days, he declared that he had struck water - fresh and plentiful. He invited the lord to come down the well with him and see for himself. The two climbed into a basket and were lowered on a rope. Down and down they went. There was darkness everywhere, yet it seemed to the lord that he could make out flames at the bottom of the well. In the faint glow, he also saw that his companion's appearance was starting to change : his feet became goat's hooves, horns appeared on his forehead - and the flames at the bottom of the well leapt higher. In a flash, the lord understood: the well-digger was none other than the Devil, and was dragging him down into hell. He cried out to God to save him - and the Devil leapt from the basket and plunged headlong into the furnace below. Fortunately, the lord's shout had roused his servants, who hauled him back into the daylight. He called his chaplain, who performed an exorcism, pouring holy water down the well - and, from that day on, the castle never lacked for clear, fresh water.