There is a lot to tell about the stories in this place. From the downfall of the world, when the tiniest branches could carry a knight in full gear, hoimans and the wild hunt, the story that the cold tree grew from a cold heart is the most famous:
"A landgravine of Leuchtenberg, a widow with two children, but still young and beautiful, had taken passionate fondness to the neighboring Count of Sulzberg, who had just returned from a trip against the unbelievers, and had a friend tell him about it by a confidant. But the Count unwillingly rejected the impertinence with the meaning: "If I should raise children, they must be my blood!" Then the blinded mother had the two children make frocks in the shirt (a magic agent) and they died. Afterwards she called the count for a conversation. On the heights between Sulzberg and Leuchtenberg, they came together and the count implored the woman to tell him the truth when asked if her children had died naturally. In order to make known the height of her passionate love, the countess replied, "For their part they had to die." Then the noble man was furious and shoved the sword into his heart with the words: "This is how you die for your children!" In the same place he had the unnatural mother buried. In the process, however, a seed, which he had brought from the holy land, suddenly fell into his grave and the cold tree outgrew the cold tree. As a ghost, the countess wanders around her grave and around the tree: hence the steady wind that goes here. "