Vanessa, oh my Vanessa.
Sweet milk from thine bosom.
Thine eyes.
Thine honor.
Let me milk you, Vanessa.

passage from traditional Transylvanian song, translated by Adrŷan Nerich

In the happy years following the banishment of the Nerich clan, the Mures folk had much to celebrate. One could hear song and music in the hills and the towns. Banners in red and gold clad every home, honoring old Roşu. For the first time in centuries, townsfolk could tell tales and sing songs of Vanessa the cow.

Along with drinks made from pears and everything Almond, tales and songs of Vanessa were banished by Peer and Gregorius. Misuse was harshly punished. But in the hills and towns, the Mures folk remembered. The legend of Vanessa lived on. And even to this day, songs of Vanessa is central to many feasts in the Mures Valley, and all of Romania.

Adrŷan Nerich – Historian –  Targu Mures Historical Society