’Look,’hesaid,’atthewaterwhichliesfaroutyonder,andtheplainswhichstretchbeyond。ThatistheLandofSouls,butnomanentersitwithoutleavinghisbodybehindhim。So,laydownyourbodyhere;yourbowandarrows,yourskinandyourdog。
Theyshallbekeptforyousafely。’
Thenheturnedaway,andtheyoungchief,lightasair,seemedhardlytotouchtheground;andasheflewalongthescentsgrewsweeterandtheflowersmorebeautiful,whiletheanimalsrubbedtheirnosesagainsthim,insteadofhidingasheapproached,andbirdscircledroundhim,andfisheslifteduptheirheadsandlookedashewentby。Verysoonhenoticedwithwonder,thatneitherrocksnortreesbarredhispath。Hepassedthroughthemwithoutknowingit,forindeed,theywerenotrocksandtreesatall,butonlythesoulsofthem;forthiswastheLandofShadows。
Sohewentonwithwingedfeettillhecametotheshoresofagreatlake,withalovelyislandinthemiddleofit;whileonthebankofthelakewasacanoeofglitteringstone,andinthecanoeweretwoshiningpaddles。
Thechiefjumpedstraightintothecanoe,andseizingthepaddlespushedofffromtheshore,whentohisjoyandwonderhesawfollowinghiminanothercanoeexactlylikehisownthemaidenforwhosesakehehadmadethislongjourney。Buttheycouldnottoucheachother,forbetweenthemrolledgreatwaves,whichlookedasiftheywouldsinktheboats,yetneverdid。Andtheyoungmanandthemaidenshrankwithfear,fordowninthedepthsofthewatertheysawthebonesofthosewhohaddiedbefore,andinthewavesthemselvesmenandwomenwerestruggling,andbutfewpassedover。Onlythechildrenhadnofear,andreachedtheothersideinsafety。Still,thoughthechiefandtheyounggirlquailedinterroratthesehorriblesightsandsounds,noharmcametothem,fortheirliveshadbeenfreefromevil,andtheMasterofLifehadsaidthatnoevilshouldhappenuntothem。SotheyreachedunhurttheshoreoftheHappyIsland,andwanderedthroughthefloweryfieldsandbythebanksofrushingstreams,andtheyknewnothungernorthirst;neithercoldnorheat。Theairfedthemandthesunwarmedthem,andtheyforgotthedead,fortheysawnograves,andtheyoungman’sthoughtsturnednottowars,neithertothehuntingofanimals。Andgladlywouldthesetwohavewalkedthusforever,butinthemurmurofthewindheheardtheMasterofLifesayingtohim,’Returnwhitheryoucame,forIhaveworkforyoutodo,andyourpeopleneedyou,andformanyyearsyoushallruleoverthem。Atthegatemymessengerawaitsyou,andyoushalltakeagainyourbodywhichyouleftbehind,andhewillshowyouwhatyouaretodo。Listentohim,andhavepatience,andintimetocomeyoushallrejoinherwhomyoumustnowleave,forsheisaccepted,andwillremaineveryoungandbeautiful,aswhenIcalledherhencefromtheLandofSnows。’
OnceuponatimeagreatandpowerfulKingmarriedalovelyPrincess。Nocouplewereeversohappy;butbeforetheirhoneymoonwasovertheywereforcedtopart,fortheKinghadtogoonawarlikeexpeditiontoafarcountry,andleavehisyoungwifealoneathome。Bitterwerethetearssheshed,whileherhusbandsoughtinvaintosootheherwithwordsofcomfortandcounsel,warningher,aboveallthings,nevertoleavethecastle,toholdnointercoursewithstrangers,tobewareofevilcounsellors,andespeciallytobeonherguardagainststrangewomen。AndtheQueenpromisedfaithfullytoobeyherroyallordandmasterinthesefourmatters。
SowhentheKingsetoutonhisexpeditionsheshutherselfupwithherladiesinherownapartments,andspenthertimeinspinningandweaving,andinthinkingofherroyalhusband。
Oftenshewasverysadandlonely,andithappenedthatonedaywhileshewasseatedatthewindow,lettingsalttearsdroponherwork,anoldwoman,akind,homely-lookingoldbody,steppeduptothewindow,and,leaninguponhercrutch,addressedtheQueeninfriendly,flatteringtones,saying:
’Whyareyousadandcastdown,fairQueen?Youshouldnotmopealldayinyourrooms,butshouldcomeoutintothegreengarden,andhearthebirdssingwithjoyamongthetrees,andseethebutterfliesflutteringabovetheflowers,andhearthebeesandinsectshum,andwatchthesunbeamschasethedew-dropsthroughtherose-leavesandinthelily-cups。Allthebrightnessoutsidewouldhelptodriveawayyourcares,OQueen。’
ForlongtheQueenresistedhercoaxingwords,rememberingthepromiseshehadgiventheKing,herhusband;butatlastshethoughttoherself:Afterall,whatharmwoulditdoifIweretogointothegardenforashorttimeandenjoymyselfamongthetreesandflowers,andthesingingbirdsandflutteringbutterfliesandhumminginsects,andlookatthedew-dropshidingfromthesunbeamsintheheartsoftherosesandlilies,andwanderaboutinthesunshine,insteadofremainingalldayinthisroom?Forshehadnoideathatthekind-lookingoldwomanleaningonhercrutchwasinrealityawickedwitch,whoenviedtheQueenhergoodfortune,andwasdeterminedtoruinher。Andso,inallignorance,theQueenfollowedheroutintothegardenandlistenedtohersmooth,flatteringwords。Now,inthemiddleofthegardentherewasapondofwater,clearascrystal,andtheoldwomansaidtotheQueen:
’Thedayissowarm,andthesun’srayssoscorching,thatthewaterinthepondlooksverycoolandinviting。Wouldyounotliketobatheinit,fairQueen?’
’No,Ithinknot,’answeredtheQueen;butthenextmomentsheregrettedherwords,andthoughttoherself:Whyshouldn’tI
batheinthatcool,freshwater?Noharmcouldcomeofit。And,sosaying,sheslippedoffherrobesandsteppedintothewater。
Butscarcelyhadhertenderfeettouchedthecoolrippleswhenshefeltagreatshoveonhershoulders,andthewickedwitchhadpushedherintothedeepwater,exclaiming:
’Swimhenceforth,WhiteDuck!’
AndthewitchherselfassumedtheformoftheQueen,anddeckedherselfoutintheroyalrobes,andsatamongtheCourtladies,awaitingtheKing’sreturn。Andsuddenlythetrampofhorses’
hoofswasheard,andthebarkingofdogs,andthewitchhastenedforwardtomeettheroyalcarriages,and,throwingherarmsroundtheKing’sneck,kissedhim。AndinhisgreatjoytheKingdidnotknowthatthewomanheheldinhisarmswasnothisowndearwife,butawickedwitch。
Inthemeantime,outsidethepalacewalls,thepoorWhiteDuckswamupanddownthepond;andnearitlaidthreeeggs,outofwhichtherecameonemorningtwolittlefluffyducklingsandalittleuglydrake。AndtheWhiteDuckbroughtthelittlecreaturesup,andtheypaddledafterherinthepond,andcaughtgold-fish,andhoppeduponthebankandwaddledabout,rufflingtheirfeathersandsaying’Quack,quack’astheystruttedaboutonthegreenbanksofthepond。Buttheirmotherusedtowarnthemnottostraytoofar,tellingthemthatawickedwitchlivedinthecastlebeyondthegarden,adding,’Shehasruinedme,andshewilldoherbesttoruinyou。’Buttheyoungonesdidnotlistentotheirmother,and,playingaboutthegardenoneday,theystrayedcloseuptothecastlewindows。Thewitchatoncerecognisedthembytheirsmell,andgroundherteethwithanger;
butshehidherfeelings,and,pretendingtobeverykindshecalledthemtoherandjokedwiththem,andledthemintoabeautifulroom,whereshegavethemfoodtoeat,andshowedthemasoftcushiononwhichtheymightsleep。Thensheleftthemandwentdownintothepalacekitchens,whereshetoldtheservantstosharpentheknives,andtomakeagreatfireready,andhangalargekettlefulofwateroverit。
Inthemeantimethetwolittleducklingshadfallenasleep,andthelittledrakelaybetweenthem,coveredupbytheirwings,tobekeptwarmundertheirfeathers。Butthelittledrakecouldnotgotosleep,andashelaytherewideawakeinthenightheheardthewitchcometothedoorandsay:
’Littleones,areyouasleep?’
Andthelittledrakeansweredfortheothertwo:
’Wecannotsleep,wewakeandweep,Sharpistheknife,totakeourlife;
Thefireishot,nowboilsthepot,Andsowewake,andlieandquake。’
’Theyarenotasleepyet,’mutteredthewitchtoherself;andshewalkedupanddowninthepassage,andthencamebacktothedoor,andsaid:
’Littleones,areyouasleep?’
Andagainthelittledrakeansweredforhissisters:
’Wecannotsleep,wewakeandweep,Sharpistheknife,totakeourlife;
Thefireishot,nowboilsthepot,Andsowewake,andlieandquake。’
’Justthesameanswer,’mutteredthewitch;’IthinkI’llgoinandsee。’Sosheopenedthedoorgently,andseeingthetwolittleducklingssoundasleep,shethereandthenkilledthem。
ThenextmorningtheWhiteDuckwanderedroundthepondinadistractedmanner,lookingforherlittleones;shecalledandshesearched,butcouldfindnotraceofthem。Andinherheartshehadaforebodingthatevilhadbefallenthem,andsheflutteredupoutofthewaterandflewtothepalace。Andthere,laidoutonthemarblefloorofthecourt,deadandstonecold,wereherthreechildren。TheWhiteDuckthrewherselfuponthem,and,coveringuptheirlittlebodieswithherwings,shecried:
’Quack,quack——mylittleloves!
Quack,quack——myturtle-doves!
Ibroughtyouupwithgriefandpain,Andnowbeforemyeyesyou’reslain。
Igaveyoualwaysofthebest;
Ikeptyouwarminmysoftnest。
Ilovedandwatchedyoudayandnight——
Youweremyjoy,myonedelight。’
TheKingheardthesadcomplaintoftheWhiteDuck,andcalledtothewitch:’Wife,whatawonderisthis?ListentothatWhiteDuck。’
Butthewitchanswered,’Mydearhusband,whatdoyoumean?
Thereisnothingwonderfulinaduck’squacking。Here,servants!