安徒生童话故事第：野天鹅The Wild Swans

安徒生童话故事第13篇：野天鹅The Wild Swans

　　引导语：野天鹅是安徒生童话故事的第13篇，还有英文版，欢迎大家阅读！

　　当我们的冬天到来的时候，燕子就向一个辽远的地方飞去。在这块辽远的地方住着一个国王。他有十一个儿子和一个女儿艾丽莎。这十一个弟兄都是王子。他们上学校的时候，胸前佩带着心形的徽章，身边挂着宝剑。他们用钻石笔在金板上写字。他们能够把书从头背到尾，从尾背到头。人们一听就知道他们是王子。他们的妹妹艾丽莎坐在一个镜子做的小凳上。她有一本画册，那需要半个王国的代价才能买得到。

　　啊，这些孩子是非常幸福的;然而他们并不是永远这样。他们的父亲是这整个国家的国王。他和一个恶毒的王后结了婚。她对这些可怜的孩子非常不好。他们在头一天就已经看得出来。整个宫殿里在举行盛大的庆祝，孩子们都在作招待客人的游戏。可是他们却没有得到那些多余的点心和烤苹果吃，她只给他们一茶杯的沙子;而且对他们说，这就算是好吃的东西。

　　一个星期以后，她把小妹妹艾丽莎送到一个乡下农人家里去寄住。过了不久，她在国王面前说了许多关于那些可怜的王子的坏话，弄得他再也不愿意理他们了。

　　“你们飞到野外去吧，你们自己去谋生吧，”恶毒的王后说。“你们像那些没有声音的巨鸟一样飞走吧。”可是她想做的坏事情并没有完全实现。他们变成了十一只美丽的野天鹅。他们发出了一阵奇异的叫声，便从宫殿的窗子飞出去了，远远地飞过公园，飞向森林里去了。

　　他们的妹妹还没有起来，正睡在农人的屋子里面。当他们在这儿经过的时候，天还没有亮多久。他们在屋顶上盘旋着，把长脖颈一下掉向这边，一下掉向那边，同时拍着翅膀。可是谁也没有听到或看到他们。他们得继续向前飞，高高地飞进云层，远远地飞向茫茫的世界。他们一直飞进伸向海岸的一个大黑森林里去。

　　可怜的小艾丽莎呆在农人的屋子里，玩着一片绿叶，因为她没有别的玩具。她在叶子上穿了一个小洞，通过这个小洞她可以朝着太阳望，这时她似乎看到了她许多哥哥的明亮的眼睛。每当太阳照在她脸上的时候，她就想起哥哥们给她的吻。

　　日子一天接着一天地过去了。风儿吹过屋外玫瑰花组成的篱笆;它对这些玫瑰花儿低声说：“还有谁比你们更美丽呢?”可是玫瑰花儿摇摇头，回答说：“还有艾丽莎!”星期天，当老农妇在门里坐着、正在读《圣诗集》的时候，风儿就吹起书页，对这书说：“还有谁比你更好呢?”《圣诗集》就说：“还有艾丽莎!”玫瑰花和《圣诗集》所说的话都是纯粹的真理。

　　当她到了十五岁的时候，她得回家去。王后一眼看到她是那样美丽，心中不禁恼怒起来，充满了憎恨。她倒很想把她变成一只野天鹅，像她的哥哥们一样，但是她还不敢马上这样做，因为国王想要看看自己的女儿。

　　一天大清早，王后走到浴室里去。浴室是用白大理石砌的，里面陈设着柔软的坐垫和最华丽的地毡。她拿起三只癞蛤蟆，把每只都吻了一下，于是对第一只说：

　　“当艾丽莎走进浴池的时候，你就坐在她的头上，好使她变得像你一样呆笨。”她对第二只说：“请你坐在她的前额上，好使她变得像你一样丑恶，叫她的父亲认识她不出来。”她对第三只低声地说：“请你躺在她的心上，好使她有一颗罪恶的心，叫她因此而感到痛苦。”

　　她于是把这几只癞蛤蟆放进清水里;它们马上就变成了绿色。她把艾丽莎喊进来，替她脱了衣服，叫她走进水里。当她一跳进水里去的时候，头一只癞蛤蟆就坐到她的头发上，第二只就坐到她的前额上，第三只就坐到她的胸口上。可是艾丽莎一点也没有注意到这些事儿。当她一站起来的时候，水上浮漂了三朵花。如果这几只动物不是有毒的话，如果它们没有被这巫婆吻过的话，它们就会变成几朵红色的玫瑰。但是无论怎样，它们都得变成花，因为它们在她的头上和心上躺过。她是太善良、太天真了，魔力没有办法在她身上发生效力。

　　当这恶毒的王后看到这情景时，就把艾丽莎全身都擦了核桃汁，使这女孩子变得棕黑。她又在这女孩子美丽的脸上涂上一层发臭的油膏，并且使她漂亮的头发乱糟糟地揪做一团。美丽的艾丽莎，现在谁也没有办法认出来了。

　　当她的父亲看到她的时候，不禁大吃一惊，说这不是他的女儿。除了看家狗和燕子以外，谁也不认识她了。但是他们都是可怜的动物，什么话也说不出来。

　　可怜的艾丽莎哭起来了。她想起了她远别了的十一个哥哥。她悲哀地偷偷走出宫殿，在田野和沼泽地上走了一整天，一直走到一个大黑森林里去。她不知道自己要到什么地方去，只是觉得非常悲哀;她想念她的哥哥们：他们一定也会像自己一样，被赶进这个茫茫的世界里来了。她得寻找他们，找到他们。

　　她到这个森林不久，夜幕就落下来了。她迷失了方向，离开大路和小径很远;所以她就在柔软的青苔上躺下来。她做完了晚祷以后，就把头枕在一个树根上休息。周围非常静寂，空气是温和的;在花丛中，在青苔里，闪着无数萤火虫的亮光，像绿色的火星一样。当她把第一根树枝轻轻地用手摇动一下的时候，这些闪着亮光的小虫就向她身上起来，像落下来的星星。

　　她一整夜梦着她的几个哥哥：他们又是在一起玩耍的一群孩子了，他们用钻石笔在金板上写着字，读着那价值半个王国的、美丽的画册。不过，跟往时不一样，他们在金板上写的不是零和线：不是的，而是他们做过的一些勇敢的事迹——他们亲身体验过和看过的事迹。于是那本画册里面的一切东西也都有了生命——鸟儿在唱，人从画册里走出来，跟艾丽莎和她的哥哥们谈着话。不过，当她一翻开书页的时候，他们马上就又跳进去了，为的是怕把图画的位置弄得混乱。

　　当她醒来的时候，太阳已经升得很高了。事实上她看不见它，因为高大的树儿展开一片浓密的枝叶。不过太阳光在那上面摇晃着，像一朵金子做的花。这些青枝绿叶散发出一阵香气，鸟儿几乎要落到她的肩上。她听到了一阵潺潺的水声。这是几股很大的泉水奔向一个湖泊时发出来的。这湖有非常美丽的沙底。它的周围长着一圈浓密的灌木林，不过有一处被一些雄鹿打开了一个很宽的缺口——艾丽莎就从这个缺口向湖水那儿走去。水是非常地清亮。假如风儿没有把这些树枝和灌木林吹得摇动起来的话，她就会以为它们是绘在湖的底上的东西，因为每片叶子，不管被太阳照着的还是深藏在荫处，全都很清楚地映在湖上。

　　当她一看到自己的面孔的时候，马上就感到非常惊恐：她是那么棕黑和丑陋。不过当她把小手儿打湿了、把眼睛和前额揉了一会以后，她雪白的皮肤就又显露出来了。于是她脱下衣服，走到清凉的水里去：人们在这个世界上再也找不到比她更美丽的公主了。

　　当她重新穿好了衣服、扎好了长头发以后，就走到一股奔流的泉水那儿去，用手捧着水喝。随后她继续向森林的深处前进，但是她不知道自己究竟会到什么地方去。她想念亲爱的哥哥们，她想着仁慈的上帝——他决不会遗弃她的。上帝叫野苹果生长出来，使饥饿的人有得吃。他现在就指引她到这样的一株树旁去。它的权丫全被果子压弯了。她就在这儿吃午饭。她在这些枝子下面安放了一些支柱;然后就朝森林最荫深的地方走去。

　　四周是那么静寂，她可以听出自己的脚步声，听出在她脚下碎裂的每一片干枯的叶子。这儿一只鸟儿也看不见了，一丝阳光也透不进这些浓密的树枝。那些高大的树干排得那么紧密，当她向前一望的时候，就觉得好像看见一排木栅栏，密密地围在她的四周。啊，她一生都没有体验过这样的孤独!

　　夜是漆黑的。青苔里连一点萤火虫的亮光都没有。她躺下来睡觉的时候，心情非常沉重。不一会她好像觉得头上的树枝分开了，我们的上帝正在以温柔的眼光凝望着她。许多许多安琪儿，在上帝的头上和臂下偷偷地向下窥看。

　　当她早晨醒来的时候，她不知道自己是在做梦呢，还是真正看见了这些东西。

　　她向前走了几步，遇见一个老太婆提着一篮浆果。老太婆给了她几个果子。艾丽莎问她有没有看到十一个王子骑着马儿走过这片森林。

　　“没有，”老太婆说，“不过昨天我看到十一只戴着金冠的天鹅在附近的河里游过去了。”

　　她领着艾丽莎向前走了一段路，走上一个山坡。在这山坡的脚下有一条蜿蜒的小河。生长在两岸的树木，把长满绿叶的长树枝伸过去，彼此交叉起来。有些树天生没有办法把枝子伸向对岸;在这种情形下，它们就让树根从土里穿出来，以便伸到水面之上，与它们的枝叶交织在一起。

　　艾丽莎对这老太婆说了一声再会。然后就沿着河向前走，一直走到这条河流入广阔的海口的那块地方。

　　现在在这年轻女孩子面前展开来的是一个美丽的大海，可是海上却见不到一片船帆，也见不到一只船身。她怎样再向前进呢?她望着海滩上那些数不尽的小石子：海水已经把它们洗圆了。玻璃、铁皮、石块——所有淌到这儿来的东西，都给海水磨出了新的面貌——它们显得比她细嫩的手还要柔和。

　　水在不倦地流动，因此坚硬的东西也被它改变成为柔和的东西了。我也应该有这样不倦的精神!多谢您的教训，您——清亮的、流动的水波。我的心告诉我，有一天您会引导我见到我亲爱的哥哥的。

　　在浪涛上淌来的海草上有十一根白色的天鹅羽毛。她拾起它们，扎成一束。它们上面还带有水滴——究竟这是露珠呢，还是眼泪，谁也说不出来。海滨是孤寂的。但是她一点也不觉得，因为海时时刻刻地在变幻——它在几点钟以内所起的变化，比那些美丽的湖泊在一年中所起的变化还要多。当一大块乌云飘过来的时候，那就好像海在说：“我也可以显得很阴暗呢。”随后风也吹起来了，浪也翻起了白花。不过当云块发出了霞光、风儿静下来的时候，海看起来就像一片玫瑰的花瓣：它一忽儿变绿，一忽儿变白。但是不管它变得怎样地安静，海滨一带还是有轻微的波动。海水这时在轻轻地向上升，像一个睡着了的婴孩的胸脯。

　　当太阳快要落下来的时候，艾丽莎看见十一只戴着金冠的野天鹅向着陆地飞行。它们一只接着一只地掠过去，看起来像一条长长的白色带子。这时艾丽莎走上山坡，藏到一个灌木林的后边去。天鹅们拍着它们白色的大翅膀，徐徐地在她的附近落了下来。

　　太阳一落到水下面去了以后，这些天鹅的羽毛就马上脱落了，变成了十一位美貌的王子——艾丽莎的哥哥。她发出一声惊叫。虽然他们已经有了很大的改变，可是她知道这就是他们，一定是他们。所以她倒到他们的怀里，喊出他们的名字。当他们看到、同时认出自己的小妹妹的时候，他们感到非常快乐。她现在长得那么高大，那么美丽。他们一会儿笑，一会儿哭。他们立刻知道了彼此的遭遇，知道了后母对他们是多么不好。

　　最大的哥哥说：“只要太阳还悬在天上，我们弟兄们就得变成野天鹅，不停地飞行。不过当它一落下去的时候，我们就恢复了人的原形。因此我们得时刻注意，在太阳落下去的时候，要找到一个立脚的处所。如果这时还向云层里飞，我们一定会变成人坠落到深海里去。我们并不住在这儿。在海的另一边有一个跟这同样美丽的国度。不过去那儿的路程是很遥远的。我们得飞过这片汪洋大海，而且在我们的旅程中，没有任何海岛可以让我们过夜;中途只有一块礁石冒出水面。它的面积只够我们几个人紧紧地在上面挤在一起休息。当海浪涌起来的时候，泡沫就向我们身上打来。不过，我们应该感谢上帝给了我们这块礁石，在它上面我们变成人来度过黑夜。要是没有它，我们永远也不能看见亲爱的祖国了，因为我们飞行过去要花费一年中最长的两天。

　　“一年之中，我们只有一次可以拜访父亲的家。不过只能在那儿停留十一天。我们可以在大森林的上空盘旋，从那里望望宫殿，望望这块我们所出生和父亲所居住的地方，望望教堂的塔楼。这教堂里埋葬着我们的母亲。在这儿，灌木林和树木就好像是我们的亲属;在这儿，野马像我们儿时常见的一样，在原野上奔跑;在这儿，烧炭人唱着古老的歌曲，我们儿时踏着它的调子跳舞;这儿是我们的祖国：有一种力量把我们吸引到这儿来;在这儿我们寻到了你，亲爱的小妹妹!我们还可以在这儿居留两天，以后就得横飞过海，到那个美丽的国度里去，然而那可不是我们的祖国。有什么办法把你带去呢?我们既没有大船，也没有小舟。”

　　“我怎样可以救你们呢?”妹妹问。

　　他们差不多谈了一整夜的话;他们只小睡了一两个钟头。艾丽莎醒来了，因为她头上响起一阵天鹅的拍翅声。哥哥们又变了样子。他们在绕着大圈子盘旋;最后就向远方飞去。不过他们当中有一只——那最年轻的一只——掉队了。他把头藏在她的怀里。她抚摸着他的白色的翅膀。他们整天偎在一起。黄昏的时候，其他的天鹅又都飞回来了。当太阳落下来以后，他们又恢复了原形。

　　“明天我们就要从这儿飞走，大概整整一年的时间里，我们不能够回到这儿来。不过我们不能就这么地离开你呀!你有勇气跟我们一块儿去么?我们的手臂既有足够的气力抱着你走过森林，难道我们的翅膀就没有足够的气力共同背着你越过大海么?”

　　“是的，把我一同带去吧，”艾丽莎说。

　　他们花了一整夜工夫用柔软的柳枝皮和坚韧的芦苇织成了一个又大又结实的网子。艾丽莎在网里躺着。当太阳升起来、她的哥哥又变成了野天鹅的时候，他们用嘴衔起这个网。于是他们带着还在熟睡着的亲爱的妹妹，高高地向云层里飞去。阳光正射到她的脸上，因此就有一只天鹅在她的上空飞，用他宽阔的翅膀来为她挡住太阳。

　　当艾丽莎醒来的时候，他们已经离开陆地很远了。她以为自己仍然在做着梦;在她看来，被托在海上高高地飞过天空，真是非常奇异。她身旁有一根结着美丽的熟浆果的枝条和一束甜味的草根。这是那个最小的哥哥为她采来并放在她身旁的。她感谢地向他微笑，因为她已经认出这就是他。他在她的头上飞，用翅膀为她遮着太阳。

　　他们飞得那么高，他们第一次发现下面浮着一条船;它看起来就像浮在水上的一只白色的海鸥。在他们的后面耸立着一大块乌云——这就是一座完整的山。艾丽莎在那上面看到她自己和十一只天鹅倒映下来的影子。他们飞行的行列是非常庞大的。这好像是一幅图画，比他们从前看到的任何东西还要美丽。可是太阳越升越高，在他们后面的云块也越离越远了。那些浮动着的形象也消逝了。

　　他们整天像呼啸着的箭头一样，在空中向前飞。不过，因为他们得带着妹妹同行，他们的速度比起平时来要低得多了。天气变坏了，黄昏逼近了。艾丽莎怀着焦急的心情看到太阳徐徐地下沉，然而大海中那座孤独的礁石至今还没有在眼前出现。她似乎觉得这些天鹅现在正以更大的气力来拍着翅膀。咳!他们飞不快，完全是因为她的缘故。在太阳落下去以后，他们就得恢复人的原形，掉到海里淹死。这时她在心的深处向我们的主祈祷了一番，但是她还是看不见任何礁石。大块乌云越逼越近，狂风预示着暴风雨就要到来。乌云结成一片。汹涌的、带有威胁性的狂涛在向前推进，像一大堆铅块。闪电掣动起来，一忽儿也不停。

　　现在太阳已经接近海岸线了。艾丽莎的心颤抖起来。这时天鹅就向下疾飞，飞得那么快，她相信自己一定会坠落下来。不过他们马上就稳住了。太阳已经有一半沉到水里去。这时她才第一次看到她下面有一座小小的礁石——它看起来比冒出水面的海豹的头大不了多少。太阳在很快地下沉，最后变得只有一颗星星那么大了。这时她的脚就踏上坚实的陆地。太阳像纸烧过后的残余的火星，一忽儿就消逝了。她看到她的哥哥们手挽着手站在她的周围，不过除了仅够他们和她自己站着的空间以外，再也没有多余的地位了。海涛打着这块礁石，像阵雨似的向他们袭来。天空不停地闪着燃烧的火焰，雷声一阵接着一阵地在隆隆作响。可是兄妹们紧紧地手挽着手，同时唱起圣诗来——这使他们得到安慰和勇气。

　　在晨曦中，空气是纯洁和沉静的。太阳一出来的时候，天鹅们就带着艾丽莎从这小岛上起飞。海浪仍然很汹涌。不过当他们飞过高空以后，下边白色的泡沫看起来就像浮在水上的无数的天鹅。wωw奇Qìsuu書com网

　　太阳升得更高了，艾丽莎看到前面有一个多山的国度，浮在空中。那些山上盖着发光的冰层;在这地方的中间耸立着一个有两三里路长的宫殿，里面竖着一排一排的庄严的圆柱。在这下面展开一片起伏不平的棕榈树林和许多像水车轮那么大的鲜艳的花朵。她问这是不是她所要去的那个国度。但是天鹅们都摇着头，因为她看到的只不过是仙女莫尔甘娜①的华丽的、永远变幻的云中宫殿罢了，他们不敢把凡人带进里面去。艾丽莎凝视着它。忽然间，山岳、森林和宫殿都一起消逝了，而代替它们的是二十所壮丽的教堂。它们全都是一个样子：高塔，尖顶窗子。她在幻想中以为听到了教堂风琴的声音，事实上她所听到的是海的呼啸。

　　她现在快要飞进这些教堂，但是它们都变成了一行帆船，浮在她的下面。她向下面望。那原来不过是漂在水上的一层海雾。的确，这是一连串的、无穷尽的变幻，她不得不看。但是现在她已看到她所要去的那个真正的国度。这儿有壮丽的青山、杉木林、城市和王宫。在太阳还没有落下去以前，她早已落到一个大山洞的前面了。洞口生满了细嫩的、绿色的蔓藤植物，看起来很像锦绣的地毯。

　　“我们要看看你今晚会在这儿做些什么梦!”她最小的哥哥说，同时把她的卧室指给她看。

　　“我希望梦见怎样才能把你们解救出来!”她说。

　　她的心中一直鲜明地存在着这样的想法，这使她热忱地向上帝祈祷，请求他帮助。是的，就是在梦里，她也在不断地祈祷。于是她觉得自己好像已经高高地飞到空中去了，飞到莫尔甘娜的那座云中宫殿里去了。这位仙女来迎接她。她是非常美丽的，全身射出光辉。虽然如此，但她却很像那个老太婆——那个老太婆曾经在森林中给她吃浆果，并且告诉她那些头戴金冠的天鹅的行踪。

　　“你的哥哥们可以得救的!”她说，“不过你有勇气和毅力么?海水比你细嫩的手要柔和得多，可是它能把生硬的石头改变成别的形状。不过它没有痛的感觉，而你的手指却会感到痛的。它没有一颗心，因此它不会感到你所忍受的那种苦恼和痛楚。请看我手中这些有刺的荨麻!在你睡觉的那个洞子的周围，就长着许多这样的荨麻。只有它——那些生在教堂墓地里的荨麻——才能发生效力。请你记住这一点。你得采集它们，虽然它们可以把你的手烧得起泡。你得用脚把这些荨麻踩碎，于是你就可以得出麻来。你可以把它搓成线，织出十一件长袖的披甲来。你把它们披到那十一只野天鹅的身上，那么他们身上的魔力就可以解除。不过要记住，从你开始工作的那个时刻起，一直到你完成的时候止，即使这全部工作需要一年的光阴，你也不可以说一句话。你说出一个字，就会像一把锋利的短剑刺进你哥哥的心脯。他们的生命是悬在你的舌尖上的。请记住这一点。”

　　于是仙女让她把荨麻摸了一下。它像燃烧着的火。艾丽莎一接触到它就醒转来了。天已经大亮。紧贴着她睡觉的这块地方就有一根荨麻——它跟她在梦中所见的是一样的。她跪在地上，感谢我们的主。随后她就走出了洞子，开始工作。

　　她用她柔嫩的手拿着这些可怕的荨麻。这植物是像火一样地刺人。她的手上和臂上烧出了许多泡来。不过只要能救出亲爱的哥哥，她乐意忍受这些苦痛。于是她赤着脚把每一根荨麻踏碎，开始编织从中取出的、绿色的麻。

　　当太阳下沉以后，她的哥哥们都回来了。他们看到她一句话也不讲，就非常惊恐起来。他们相信这又是他们恶毒的后母在耍什么新的妖术。不过，他们一看到她的手，就知道她是在为他们而受难。那个最年轻的哥哥这时就不禁哭起来。他的泪珠滴到的地方，她就不感到痛楚，连那些灼热的水泡也不见了。

　　她整夜在工作着，因为在亲爱的哥哥得救以前，她是不会休息的。第二天一整天，当天鹅飞走了以后，她一个人孤独地坐着，但是时间从来没有过得像现在这样快。一件披甲织完了，她马上又开始织第二件。

　　这时山间响起了一阵打猎的号角声。她害怕起来。声音越来越近。她听到猎狗的叫声，她惊慌地躲进洞子里去。她把她采集到的和梳理好的荨麻扎成一小捆，自己在那上面坐着。

　　在这同时，一只很大的猎狗从灌木林里跳出来了;接着第二只、第三只也跳出来了。它们狂吠着，跑转去，又跑了回来。不到几分钟的光景，猎人都到洞口来了;他们之中最好看的一位就是这个国家的国王。他向艾丽莎走来。他从来没有看到过比她更美丽的姑娘。

　　“你怎样到这地方来了呢，可爱的孩子?”他问。

　　艾丽莎摇着头。她不敢讲话——因为这会影响到她哥哥们的得救和生命。她把她的手藏到围裙下面，使国王看不见她所忍受的痛苦。

　　“跟我一块儿来吧!”他说。“你不能老在这儿。假如你的善良能比得上你的美貌，我将使你穿起丝绸和天鹅绒的衣服，在你头上戴起金制的王冠，把我最华贵的宫殿送给你作为你的家。”

　　于是他把她扶到马上。她哭起来，同时痛苦地扭着双手。可是国王说：

　　“我只是希望你得到幸福，有一天你会感谢我的。”

　　这样他就在山间骑着马走了。他让她坐在他的前面，其余的猎人都在他们后面跟着。

　　当太阳落下去的时候，他们面前出现了一座美丽的、有许多教堂和圆顶的都城。国王把她领进宫殿里去——这儿巨大的喷泉在高阔的、大理石砌的厅堂里喷出泉水，这儿所有的墙壁和天花板上都绘着辉煌的壁画。但是她没有心情看这些东西。她流着眼泪，感到悲哀。她让宫女们随意地在她身上穿上宫廷的衣服，在她的发里插上一些珍珠，在她起了泡的手上戴上精致的手套。

　　她站在那儿，盛装华服，美丽得眩人的眼睛。整个宫廷的人在她面前都深深地弯下腰来。国王把她选为自己的新娘，虽然大主教一直在摇头，低声私语，说这位美丽的林中姑娘是一个巫婆，蒙住了大家的眼睛，迷住了国王的心。

　　可是国王不理这些谣传。他叫把音乐奏起来，把最华贵的酒席摆出来;他叫最美丽的宫女们在她的周围跳起舞来。艾丽莎被领着走过芬芳的花园，到华丽的大厅里去;可是她嘴唇上没有露出一丝笑容，眼睛里没有发出一点光彩。它们是悲愁的化身。现在国王推开旁边一间卧室的门——这就是她睡觉的地方。房间里装饰着贵重的绿色花毡，形状跟她住过的那个洞子完全一样。她抽出的那一捆荨麻仍旧搁在地上，天花板下面悬着她已经织好了的那件披甲。这些东西是那些猎人作为稀奇的物件带回来的。

　　“你在这儿可以从梦中回到你的老家去，”国王说。“这是你在那儿忙着做的工作。现在住在这华丽的环境里，你可以回忆一下那段过去的日子，作为消遣吧。”

　　当艾丽莎看到这些心爱的物件的时候，她嘴上飘出一丝微笑，同时一阵红晕回到脸上来。她想起了她要解救她的哥哥，于是吻了一下国王的手。他把她抱得贴近他的心，同时命令所有的教堂敲起钟来，宣布他举行婚礼。这位来自森林的美丽的哑姑娘，现在成了这个国家的王后。

　　大主教在国王的耳边偷偷地讲了许多坏话，不过这些话并没有打动国王的心。婚礼终于举行了。大主教必须亲自把王冠戴到她的头上。他以恶毒藐视的心情把这个狭窄的帽箍紧紧地按到她的额上，使她感到痛楚。不过她的心上还有一个更重的箍子——她为哥哥们而起的悲愁。肉体上的痛苦她完全感觉不到。她的嘴是不说话的，因为她说出一个字就可以使她的哥哥们丧失生命。不过，对于这位和善的、美貌的、想尽一切方法要使她快乐的国王，她的眼睛露出一种深沉的爱情。她全心全意地爱他，而且这爱情是一天一天地在增长。啊，她多么希望能够信任他，能够把自己的痛苦全部告诉他啊!然而她必须沉默，在沉默中完成她的工作。因此夜里她就偷偷地从他的身边走开，走到那间装饰得像洞子的小屋子里去，一件一件地织着披甲。不过当她织到第七件的时候，她的麻用完了。

　　她知道教堂的墓地里生长着她所需要的荨麻。不过她得亲自去采摘。可是她怎样能够走到那儿去呢?

　　“啊，比起我心里所要忍受的痛苦来，我手上的一点痛楚又算得什么呢?”她想。“我得去冒一下险!我们的主不会不帮助我的。”

　　她怀着恐惧的心情，好像正在计划做一桩罪恶的事儿似的，偷偷地在这月明的夜里走到花园里去。她走过长长的林荫夹道，穿过无人的街路，一直到教堂的墓地里去。她看到一群吸血鬼②，围成一个小圈，坐在一块宽大的墓石上。这些奇丑的怪物脱掉了破烂衣服，好像要去洗澡似的。他们把又长又细的手指挖掘新埋的坟，拖出尸体，然后吃掉这些人肉。艾丽莎不得不紧紧地走过他们的身旁。他们用可怕的眼睛死死地盯着她。但是她念着祷告，采集着那些刺手的荨麻。最后她把它带回到宫里去。

　　只有一个人看见了她——那位大主教。当别人正在睡觉的时候，他却起来了。他所猜想的事情现在完全得到了证实：这位王后并不是一个真正的王后——她是一个巫婆，因此她迷住了国王和全国的人民。

　　他在忏悔室里把他所看到的和疑虑的事情都告诉了国王。当这些苛刻的字句从他的舌尖上流露出来的时候，众神的雕像都摇起头来，好像想要说：“事实完全不是这样!艾丽莎是没有罪的!”不过大主教对这作了另一种解释——他认为神仙们看到过她犯罪，因此对她的罪孽摇头。这时两行沉重的眼泪沿着国王的双颊流下来了。他怀着一颗疑虑的心回到家里去。他在夜里假装睡着了，可是他的双眼一点睡意也没有。他看到艾丽莎怎样爬起来。她每天晚上都这样作;每一次他总是在后面跟着她，看见她怎样走到她那个单独的小房间里不见了。

　　他的面孔显得一天比一天阴暗起来。艾丽莎注意到这情形，可是她不懂得其中的道理。但这使她不安起来——而同时她心中还要为她的哥哥忍受着痛苦!她的眼泪滴到她王后的天鹅绒和紫色的衣服上面。这些泪珠停在那儿像发亮的钻石。凡是看到这种豪华富贵的情形的人，也一定希望自己能成为一个王后。在此期间，她的工作差不多快要完成，只缺一件披甲要织。可是她再也没有麻了——连一根荨麻也没有。因此她得到教堂的墓地里最后去一趟，再去采几把荨麻来。她一想起这孤寂的路途和那些可怕的吸血鬼，就不禁害怕起来。可是她的意志是坚定的，正如她对我们的上帝的信任一样。

　　艾丽莎去了，但是国王和大主教却跟在她后面。他们看到她穿过铁格子门到教堂的墓地里不见了。当他们走近时，墓石上正坐着那群吸血鬼，样子跟艾丽莎所看见过的完全一样。国王马上就把身子掉过去，因为他认为她也是他们中间的一员。这天晚上，她还把头在他的怀里躺过。

　　“让众人来裁判她吧!”他说。

　　众人裁判了她：应该用通红的火把她烧死③。

　　人们把她从那华丽的深宫大殿带到一个阴湿的地窖里去——这儿风从格子窗呼呼地吹进来。人们不再让她穿起天鹅绒和丝制的衣服，却给她一捆她自己采集来的荨麻。她可以把头枕在这荨麻上面，把她亲手织的、粗硬的披甲当做被盖。不过再也没有什么别的东西比这更能使她喜爱的了。她继续工作着，同时向上帝祈祷。在外面，街上的孩子们唱着讥笑她的歌曲。没有任何人说一句好话来安慰她。

　　在黄昏的时候，有一只天鹅的拍翅声在格子窗外响起来了——这就是她最小的一位哥哥，他现在找到了他的妹妹。她快乐得不禁高声地呜咽起来，虽然她知道快要到来的这一晚可能就是她所能活过的最后一晚。但是她的工作也只差一点就快要全部完成了，而且她的哥哥们也已经到场。

　　现在大主教也来了，和她一起度过这最后的时刻——因为他答应过国王要这么办。不过她摇着头，用眼光和表情来请求他离去，因为在这最后的一晚，她必须完成她的工作，否则她全部的努力，她的一切，她的眼泪，她的痛苦，她的失眠之夜，都会变成徒劳。大主教对她说了些恶意的话，终于离去了。不过可怜的艾丽莎知道自己是无罪的。她继续做她的工作。

　　小耗子在地上忙来忙去，把荨麻拖到她的脚跟前来，多少帮助她做点事情。画眉鸟栖在窗子的铁栏杆上，整夜对她唱出它最好听的歌，使她不要失掉勇气。

　　天还没有大亮。太阳还有一个钟头才出来。这时，她的十一位哥哥站在皇宫的门口，要求进去朝见国王。人们回答他们说，这事不能照办，因为现在还是夜间，国王正在睡觉，不能把他叫醒。他们恳求着，他们威胁着，最后警卫来了，是的，连国王也亲自走出来了。他问这究竟是怎么一回事。这时候太阳出来了，那些兄弟们忽然都不见了，只剩下十一只白天鹅，在王宫上空盘旋。

　　所有的市民像潮水似地从城门口向外奔去，要看看这个巫婆被火烧死。一匹又老又瘦的马拖着一辆囚车，她就坐在里面。人们已经给她穿上了一件粗布的丧服。她可爱的头发在她美丽的头上蓬松地飘着;她的两颊像死一样的没有血色;嘴唇在微微地颤动，手指在忙着编织绿色的荨麻。她就是在死亡的路途上也不中断她已经开始了的工作。她的脚旁放着十件披甲，现在她正在完成第十一件。众人都在笑骂她。

　　“瞧这个巫婆吧!瞧她又在喃喃地念什么东西!她手中并没有《圣诗集》;不，她还在忙着弄她那可憎的妖物——把它从她手中夺过来，撕成一千块碎片吧!”

　　大家都向她拥过去，要把她手中的东西撕成碎片。这时有十一只白天鹅飞来了，落到车上，围着她站着，拍着宽大的翅膀。众人于是惊恐地退到两边。

　　“这是从天上降下来的一个信号!她一定是无罪的!”许多人互相私语着，但是他们不敢大声地说出来。

　　这时刽子手紧紧地抓住她的手。她急忙把这十一件衣服抛向天鹅，马上十一个美丽的王子就出现了，可是最年幼的那位王子还留着一只天鹅的翅膀作为手臂，因为他的那件披甲还缺少一只袖子——她还没有完全织好。

　　“现在我可以开口讲话了!”她说。“我是无罪的!”

　　众人看见这件事情，就不禁在她面前弯下腰来，好像是在一位圣徒面前一样。可是她倒到她哥哥们的怀里，失掉了知觉，因为激动、焦虑、痛楚都一起涌到她心上来了。

　　“是的，她是无罪的，”最年长的那个哥哥说。

　　他现在把一切经过情形都讲出来了。当他说话的时候，有一阵香气在徐徐地散发开来，好像有几百朵玫瑰花正在开放，因为柴火堆上的每根木头已经生出了根，冒出了枝子——现在竖在这儿的是一道香气扑鼻的篱笆，又高又大，长满了红色的玫瑰。在这上面，一朵又白又亮的鲜花，射出光辉，像一颗星星。国王摘下这朵花，把它插在艾丽莎的胸前。她苏醒过来，心中有一种和平与幸福的感觉。

　　所有教堂的钟都自动地响起来了，鸟儿成群结队地飞来。回到宫里去的这个新婚的行列，的确是从前任何王国都没有看到过的。

　　①这是关于国王亚瑟一系列传说中的一个仙女。据说她能在空中变出海市蜃楼(Morganas Skyslot)。

　　②原文是Lamier，这是古代北欧神话中的一种怪物，头和胸像女人，身体像蛇，专门诱骗小孩，吸吮他们的血液。

　　③这是欧洲中世纪对巫婆的惩罚。

　　野天鹅英文版：

　　The Wild Swans

　　FAR away in the land to which the swallows fly when it is winter, dwelt a king who had eleven sons, and one daughter, named Eliza. The eleven brothers were princes, and each went to school with a star on his breast, and a sword by his side. They wrote with diamond pencils on gold slates, and learnt their lessons so quickly and read so easily that every one might know they were princes. Their sister Eliza sat on a little stool of plate-glass, and had a book full of pictures, which had cost as much as half a kingdom. Oh, these children were indeed happy, but it was not to remain so always. Their father, who was king of the country, married a very wicked queen, who did not love the poor children at all. They knew this from the very first day after the wedding. In the palace there were great festivities, and the children played at receiving company; but instead of having, as usual, all the cakes and apples that were left, she gave them some sand in a tea-cup, and told them to pretend it was cake. The week after, she sent little Eliza into the country to a peasant and his wife, and then she told the king so many untrue things about the young princes, that he gave himself no more trouble respecting them.

　　“Go out into the world and get your own living,” said the queen. “Fly like great birds, who have no voice.” But she could not make them ugly as she wished, for they were turned into eleven beautiful wild swans. Then, with a strange cry, they flew through the windows of the palace, over the park, to the forest beyond. It was early morning when they passed the peasant’s cottage, where their sister Eliza lay asleep in her room. They hovered over the roof, twisted their long necks and flapped their wings, but no one heard them or saw them, so they were at last obliged to fly away, high up in the clouds; and over the wide world they flew till they came to a thick, dark wood, which stretched far away to the seashore. Poor little Eliza was alone in her room playing with a green leaf, for she had no other playthings, and she pierced a hole through the leaf, and looked through it at the sun, and it was as if she saw her brothers’ clear eyes, and when the warm sun shone on her cheeks, she thought of all the kisses they had given her. One day passed just like another; sometimes the winds rustled through the leaves of the rose-bush, and would whisper to the roses, “Who can be more beautiful than you!” But the roses would shake their heads, and say, “Eliza is.” And when the old woman sat at the cottage door on Sunday, and read her hymn-book, the wind would flutter the leaves, and say to the book, “Who can be more pious than you?” and then the hymn-book would answer “Eliza.” And the roses and the hymn-book told the real truth. At fifteen she returned home, but when the queen saw how beautiful she was, she became full of spite and hatred towards her. Willingly would she have turned her into a swan, like her brothers, but she did not dare to do so yet, because the king wished to see his daughter. Early one morning the queen went into the bath-room; it was built of marble, and had soft cushions, trimmed with the most beautiful tapestry. She took three toads with her, and kissed them, and said to one, “When Eliza comes to the bath, seat yourself upon her head, that she may become as stupid as you are.” Then she said to another, “Place yourself on her forehead, that she may become as ugly as you are, and that her father may not know her.” “Rest on her heart,” she whispered to the third, “then she will have evil inclinations, and suffer in consequence.” So she put the toads into the clear water, and they turned green immediately. She next called Eliza, and helped her to undress and get into the bath. As Eliza dipped her head under the water, one of the toads sat on her hair, a second on her forehead, and a third on her breast, but she did not seem to notice them, and when she rose out of the water, there were three red poppies floating upon it. Had not the creatures been venomous or been kissed by the witch, they would have been changed into red roses. At all events they became flowers, because they had rested on Eliza’s head, and on her heart. She was too good and too innocent for witchcraft to have any power over her. When the wicked queen saw this, she rubbed her face with walnut-juice, so that she was quite brown; then she tangled her beautiful hair and smeared it with disgusting ointment, till it was quite impossible to recognize the beautiful Eliza.

　　When her father saw her, he was much shocked, and declared she was not his daughter. No one but the watch-dog and the swallows knew her; and they were only poor animals, and could say nothing. Then poor Eliza wept, and thought of her eleven brothers, who were all away. Sorrowfully, she stole away from the palace, and walked, the whole day, over fields and moors, till she came to the great forest. She knew not in what direction to go; but she was so unhappy, and longed so for her brothers, who had been, like herself, driven out into the world, that she was determined to seek them. She had been but a short time in the wood when night came on, and she quite lost the path; so she laid herself down on the soft moss, offered up her evening prayer, and leaned her head against the stump of a tree. All nature was still, and the soft, mild air fanned her forehead. The light of hundreds of glow-worms shone amidst the grass and the moss, like green fire; and if she touched a twig with her hand, ever so lightly, the brilliant insects fell down around her, like shooting-stars.

　　All night long she dreamt of her brothers. She and they were children again, playing together. She saw them writing with their diamond pencils on golden slates, while she looked at the beautiful picture-book which had cost half a kingdom. They were not writing lines and letters, as they used to do; but descriptions of the noble deeds they had performed, and of all they had discovered and seen. In the picture-book, too, everything was living. The birds sang, and the people came out of the book, and spoke to Eliza and her brothers; but, as the leaves turned over, they darted back again to their places, that all might be in order.

　　When she awoke, the sun was high in the heavens; yet she could not see him, for the lofty trees spread their branches thickly over her head; but his beams were glancing through the leaves here and there, like a golden mist. There was a sweet fragrance from the fresh green verdure, and the birds almost perched upon her shoulders. She heard water rippling from a number of springs, all flowing in a lake with golden sands. Bushes grew thickly round the lake, and at one spot an opening had been made by a deer, through which Eliza went down to the water. The lake was so clear that, had not the wind rustled the branches of the trees and the bushes, so that they moved, they would have appeared as if painted in the depths of the lake; for every leaf was reflected in the water, whether it stood in the shade or the sunshine. As soon as Eliza saw her own face, she was quite terrified at finding it so brown and ugly; but when she wetted her little hand, and rubbed her eyes and forehead, the white skin gleamed forth once more; and, after she had undressed, and dipped herself in the fresh water, a more beautiful king’s daughter could not be found in the wide world. As soon as she had dressed herself again, and braided her long hair, she went to the bubbling spring, and drank some water out of the hollow of her hand. Then she wandered far into the forest, not knowing whither she went. She thought of her brothers, and felt sure that God would not forsake her. It is God who makes the wild apples grow in the wood, to satisfy the hungry, and He now led her to one of these trees, which was so loaded with fruit, that the boughs bent beneath the weight. Here she held her noonday repast, placed props under the boughs, and then went into the gloomiest depths of the forest. It was so still that she could hear the sound of her own footsteps, as well as the rustling of every withered leaf which she crushed under her feet. Not a bird was to be seen, not a sunbeam could penetrate through the large, dark boughs of the trees. Their lofty trunks stood so close together, that, when she looked before her, it seemed as if she were enclosed within trellis-work. Such solitude she had never known before. The night was very dark. Not a single glow-worm glittered in the moss.

　　Sorrowfully she laid herself down to sleep; and, after a while, it seemed to her as if the branches of the trees parted over her head, and that the mild eyes of angels looked down upon her from heaven. When she awoke in the morning, she knew not whether she had dreamt this, or if it had really been so. Then she continued her wandering; but she had not gone many steps forward, when she met an old woman with berries in her basket, and she gave her a few to eat. Then Eliza asked her if she had not seen eleven princes riding through the forest.

　　“No,” replied the old woman, “But I saw yesterday eleven swans, with gold crowns on their heads, swimming on the river close by.” Then she led Eliza a little distance farther to a sloping bank, and at the foot of it wound a little river. The trees on its banks stretched their long leafy branches across the water towards each other, and where the growth prevented them from meeting naturally, the roots had torn themselves away from the ground, so that the branches might mingle their foliage as they hung over the water. Eliza bade the old woman farewell, and walked by the flowing river, till she reached the shore of the open sea. And there, before the young maiden’s eyes, lay the glorious ocean, but not a sail appeared on its surface, not even a boat could be seen. How was she to go farther? She noticed how the countless pebbles on the sea-shore had been smoothed and rounded by the action of the water. Glass, iron, stones, everything that lay there mingled together, had taken its shape from the same power, and felt as smooth, or even smoother than her own delicate hand. “The water rolls on without weariness,” she said, “till all that is hard becomes smooth; so will I be unwearied in my task. Thanks for your lessons, bright rolling waves; my heart tells me you will lead me to my dear brothers.” On the foam-covered sea-weeds, lay eleven white swan feathers, which she gathered up and placed together. Drops of water lay upon them; whether they were dew-drops or tears no one could say. Lonely as it was on the sea-shore, she did not observe it, for the ever-moving sea showed more changes in a few hours than the most varying lake could produce during a whole year. If a black heavy cloud arose, it was as if the sea said, “I can look dark and angry too;” and then the wind blew, and the waves turned to white foam as they rolled. When the wind slept, and the clouds glowed with the red sunlight, then the sea looked like a rose leaf. But however quietly its white glassy surface rested, there was still a motion on the shore, as its waves rose and fell like the breast of a sleeping child. When the sun was about to set, Eliza saw eleven white swans with golden crowns on their heads, flying towards the land, one behind the other, like a long white ribbon. Then Eliza went down the slope from the shore, and hid herself behind the bushes. The swans alighted quite close to her and flapped their great white wings. As soon as the sun had disappeared under the water, the feathers of the swans fell off, and eleven beautiful princes, Eliza’s brothers, stood near her. She uttered a loud cry, for, although they were very much changed, she knew them immediately. She sprang into their arms, and called them each by name. Then, how happy the princes were at meeting their little sister again, for they recognized her, although she had grown so tall and beautiful. They laughed, and they wept, and very soon understood how wickedly their mother had acted to them all. “We brothers,” said the eldest, “fly about as wild swans, so long as the sun is in the sky; but as soon as it sinks behind the hills, we recover our human shape. Therefore must we always be near a resting place for our feet before sunset; for if we should be flying towards the clouds at the time we recovered our natural shape as men, we should sink deep into the sea. We do not dwell here, but in a land just as fair, that lies beyond the ocean, which we have to cross for a long distance; there is no island in our passage upon which we could pass, the night; nothing but a little rock rising out of the sea, upon which we can scarcely stand with safety, even closely crowded together. If the sea is rough, the foam dashes over us, yet we thank God even for this rock; we have passed whole nights upon it, or we should never have reached our beloved fatherland, for our flight across the sea occupies two of the longest days in the year. We have permission to visit out home once in every year, and to remain eleven days, during which we fly across the forest to look once more at the palace where our father dwells, and where we were born, and at the church, where our mother lies buried. Here it seems as if the very trees and bushes were related to us. The wild horses leap over the plains as we have seen them in our childhood. The charcoal burners sing the old songs, to which we have danced as children. This is our fatherland, to which we are drawn by loving ties; and here we have found you, our dear little sister., Two days longer we can remain here, and then must we fly away to a beautiful land which is not our home; and how can we take you with us? We have neither ship nor boat.”

　　“How can I break this spell?” said their sister. And then she talked about it nearly the whole night, only slumbering for a few hours. Eliza was awakened by the rustling of the swans’ wings as they soared above. Her brothers were again changed to swans, and they flew in circles wider and wider, till they were far away; but one of them, the youngest swan, remained behind, and laid his head in his sister’s lap, while she stroked his wings; and they remained together the whole day. Towards evening, the rest came back, and as the sun went down they resumed their natural forms. “To-morrow,” said one, “we shall fly away, not to return again till a whole year has passed. But we cannot leave you here. Have you courage to go with us? My arm is strong enough to carry you through the wood; and will not all our wings be strong enough to fly with you over the sea?”

　　“Yes, take me with you,” said Eliza. Then they spent the whole night in weaving a net with the pliant willow and rushes. It was very large and strong. Eliza laid herself down on the net, and when the sun rose, and her brothers again became wild swans, they took up the net with their beaks, and flew up to the clouds with their dear sister, who still slept. The sunbeams fell on her face, therefore one of the swans soared over her head, so that his broad wings might shade her. They were far from the land when Eliza woke. She thought she must still be dreaming, it seemed so strange to her to feel herself being carried so high in the air over the sea. By her side lay a branch full of beautiful ripe berries, and a bundle of sweet roots; the youngest of her brothers had gathered them for her, and placed them by her side. She smiled her thanks to him; she knew it was the same who had hovered over her to shade her with his wings. They were now so high, that a large ship beneath them looked like a white sea-gull skimming the waves. A great cloud floating behind them appeared like a vast mountain, and upon it Eliza saw her own shadow and those of the eleven swans, looking gigantic in size. Altogether it formed a more beautiful picture than she had ever seen; but as the sun rose higher, and the clouds were left behind, the shadowy picture vanished away. Onward the whole day they flew through the air like a winged arrow, yet more slowly than usual, for they had their sister to carry. The weather seemed inclined to be stormy, and Eliza watched the sinking sun with great anxiety, for the little rock in the ocean was not yet in sight. It appeared to her as if the swans were making great efforts with their wings. Alas! she was the cause of their not advancing more quickly. When the sun set, they would change to men, fall into the sea and be drowned. Then she offered a prayer from her inmost heart, but still no appearance of the rock. Dark clouds came nearer, the gusts of wind told of a coming storm, while from a thick, heavy mass of clouds the lightning burst forth flash after flash. The sun had reached the edge of the sea, when the swans darted down so swiftly, that Eliza’s head trembled; she believed they were falling, but they again soared onward. Presently she caught sight of the rock just below them, and by this time the sun was half hidden by the waves. The rock did not appear larger than a seal’s head thrust out of the water. They sunk so rapidly, that at the moment their feet touched the rock, it shone only like a star, and at last disappeared like the last spark in a piece of burnt paper. Then she saw her brothers standing closely round her with their arms linked together. There was but just room enough for them, and not the smallest space to spare. The sea dashed against the rock, and covered them with spray. The heavens were lighted up with continual flashes, and peal after peal of thunder rolled. But the sister and brothers sat holding each other’s hands, and singing hymns, from which they gained hope and courage. In the early dawn the air became calm and still, and at sunrise the swans flew away from the rock with Eliza. The sea was still rough, and from their high position in the air, the white foam on the dark green waves looked like millions of swans swimming on the water. As the sun rose higher, Eliza saw before her, floating on the air, a range of mountains, with shining masses of ice on their summits. In the centre, rose a castle apparently a mile long, with rows of columns, rising one above another, while, around it, palm-trees waved and flowers bloomed as large as mill wheels. She asked if this was the land to which they were hastening. The swans shook their heads, for what she beheld were the beautiful ever-changing cloud palaces of the “Fata Morgana,” into which no mortal can enter. Eliza was still gazing at the scene, when mountains, forests, and castles melted away, and twenty stately churches rose in their stead, with high towers and pointed gothic windows. Eliza even fancied she could hear the tones of the organ, but it was the music of the murmuring sea which she heard. As they drew nearer to the churches, they also changed into a fleet of ships, which seemed to be sailing beneath her; but as she looked again, she found it was only a sea mist gliding over the ocean. So there continued to pass before her eyes a constant change of scene, till at last she saw the real land to which they were bound, with its blue mountains, its cedar forests, and its cities and palaces. Long before the sun went down, she sat on a rock, in front of a large cave, on the floor of which the over-grown yet delicate green creeping plants looked like an embroidered carpet. “Now we shall expect to hear what you dream of to-night,” said the youngest brother, as he showed his sister her bedroom.

　　“Heaven grant that I may dream how to save you,” she replied. And this thought took such hold upon her mind that she prayed earnestly to God for help, and even in her sleep she continued to pray. Then it appeared to her as if she were flying high in the air, towards the cloudy palace of the “Fata Morgana,” and a fairy came out to meet her, radiant and beautiful in appearance, and yet very much like the old woman who had given her berries in the wood, and who had told her of the swans with golden crowns on their heads. “Your brothers can be released,” said she, “if you have only courage and perseverance. True, water is softer than your own delicate hands, and yet it polishes stones into shapes; it feels no pain as your fingers would feel, it has no soul, and cannot suffer such agony and torment as you will have to endure. Do you see the stinging nettle which I hold in my hand? Quantities of the same sort grow round the cave in which you sleep, but none will be of any use to you unless they grow upon the graves in a churchyard. These you must gather even while they burn blisters on your hands. Break them to pieces with your hands and feet, and they will become flax, from which you must spin and weave eleven coats with long sleeves; if these are then thrown over the eleven swans, the spell will be broken. But remember, that from the moment you commence your task until it is finished, even should it occupy years of your life, you must not speak. The first word you utter will pierce through the hearts of your brothers like a deadly dagger. Their lives hang upon your tongue. Remember all I have told you.” And as she finished speaking, she touched her hand lightly with the nettle, and a pain, as of burning fire, awoke Eliza.

　　It was broad daylight, and close by where she had been sleeping lay a nettle like the one she had seen in her dream. She fell on her knees and offered her thanks to God. Then she went forth from the cave to begin her work with her delicate hands. She groped in amongst the ugly nettles, which burnt great blisters on her hands and arms, but she determined to bear it gladly if she could only release her dear brothers. So she bruised the nettles with her bare feet and spun the flax. At sunset her brothers returned and were very much frightened when they found her dumb. They believed it to be some new sorcery of their wicked step-mother. But when they saw her hands they understood what she was doing on their behalf, and the youngest brother wept, and where his tears fell the pain ceased, and the burning blisters vanished. She kept to her work all night, for she could not rest till she had released her dear brothers. During the whole of the following day, while her brothers were absent, she sat in solitude, but never before had the time flown so quickly. One coat was already finished and she had begun the second, when she heard the huntsman’s horn, and was struck with fear. The sound came nearer and nearer, she heard the dogs barking, and fled with terror into the cave. She hastily bound together the nettles she had gathered into a bundle and sat upon them. Immediately a great dog came bounding towards her out of the ravine, and then another and another; they barked loudly, ran back, and then came again. In a very few minutes all the huntsmen stood before the cave, and the handsomest of them was the king of the country. He advanced towards her, for he had never seen a more beautiful maiden.

　　“How did you come here, my sweet child?” he asked. But Eliza shook her head. She dared not speak, at the cost of her brothers’ lives. And she hid her hands under her apron, so that the king might not see how she must be suffering.

　　“Come with me,” he said; “here you cannot remain. If you are as good as you are beautiful, I will dress you in silk and velvet, I will place a golden crown upon your head, and you shall dwell, and rule, and make your home in my richest castle.” And then he lifted her on his horse. She wept and wrung her hands, but the king said, “I wish only for your happiness. A time will come when you will thank me for this.” And then he galloped away over the mountains, holding her before him on this horse, and the hunters followed behind them. As the sun went down, they approached a fair royal city, with churches, and cupolas. On arriving at the castle the king led her into marble halls, where large fountains played, and where the walls and the ceilings were covered with rich paintings. But she had no eyes for all these glorious sights, she could only mourn and weep. Patiently she allowed the women to array her in royal robes, to weave pearls in her hair, and draw soft gloves over her blistered fingers. As she stood before them in all her rich dress, she looked so dazzingly beautiful that the court bowed low in her presence. Then the king declared his intention of making her his bride, but the archbishop shook his head, and whispered that the fair young maiden was only a witch who had blinded the king’s eyes and bewitched his heart. But the king would not listen to this; he ordered the music to sound, the daintiest dishes to be served, and the loveliest maidens to dance. After-wards he led her through fragrant gardens and lofty halls, but not a smile appeared on her lips or sparkled in her eyes. She looked the very picture of grief. Then the king opened the door of a little chamber in which she. was to sleep; it was adorned with rich green tapestry, and resembled the cave in which he had found her. On the floor lay the bundle of flax which she had spun from the nettles, and under the ceiling hung the coat she had made. These things had been brought away from the cave as curiosities by one of the huntsmen.

　　“Here you can dream yourself back again in the old home in the cave,” said the king; “here is the work with which you employed yourself. It will amuse you now in the midst of all this splendor to think of that time.”

　　When Eliza saw all these things which lay so near her heart, a smile played around her mouth, and the crimson blood rushed to her cheeks. She thought of her brothers, and their release made her so joyful that she kissed the king’s hand. Then he pressed her to his heart. Very soon the joyous church bells announced the marriage feast, and that the beautiful dumb girl out of the wood was to be made the queen of the country. Then the archbishop whispered wicked words in the king’s ear, but they did not sink into his heart. The marriage was still to take place, and the archbishop himself had to place the crown on the bride’s head; in his wicked spite, he pressed the narrow circlet so tightly on her forehead that it caused her pain. But a heavier weight encircled her heart—sorrow for her brothers. She felt not bodily pain. Her mouth was closed; a single word would cost the lives of her brothers. But she loved the kind, handsome king, who did everything to make her happy more and more each day; she loved him with all her heart, and her eyes beamed with the love she dared not speak. Oh! if she had only been able to confide in him and tell him of her grief. But dumb she must remain till her task was finished. Therefore at night she crept away into her little chamber, which had been decked out to look like the cave, and quickly wove one coat after another. But when she began the seventh she found she had no more flax. She knew that the nettles she wanted to use grew in the churchyard, and that she must pluck them herself. How should she get out there? “Oh, what is the pain in my fingers to the torment which my heart endures?” said she. “I must venture, I shall not be denied help from heaven.” Then with a trembling heart, as if she were about to perform a wicked deed, she crept into the garden in the broad moonlight, and passed through the narrow walks and the deserted streets, till she reached the churchyard. Then she saw on one of the broad tombstones a group of ghouls. These hideous creatures took off their rags, as if they intended to bathe, and then clawing open the fresh graves with their long, skinny fingers, pulled out the dead bodies and ate the flesh! Eliza had to pass close by them, and they fixed their wicked glances upon her, but she prayed silently, gathered the burning nettles, and carried them home with her to the castle. One person only had seen her, and that was the archbishop—he was awake while everybody was asleep. Now he thought his opinion was evidently correct. All was not right with the queen. She was a witch, and had bewitched the king and all the people. Secretly he told the king what he had seen and what he feared, and as the hard words came from his tongue, the carved images of the saints shook their heads as if they would say. “It is not so. Eliza is innocent.”

　　But the archbishop interpreted it in another way; he believed that they witnessed against her, and were shaking their heads at her wickedness. Two large tears rolled down the king’s cheeks, and he went home with doubt in his heart, and at night he pretended to sleep, but there came no real sleep to his eyes, for he saw Eliza get up every night and disappear in her own chamber. From day to day his brow became darker, and Eliza saw it and did not understand the reason, but it alarmed her and made her heart tremble for her brothers. Her hot tears glittered like pearls on the regal velvet and diamonds, while all who saw her were wishing they could be queens. In the mean time she had almost finished her task; only one coat of mail was wanting, but she had no flax left, and not a single nettle. Once more only, and for the last time, must she venture to the churchyard and pluck a few handfuls. She thought with terror of the solitary walk, and of the horrible ghouls, but her will was firm, as well as her trust in Providence. Eliza went, and the king and the archbishop followed her. They saw her vanish through the wicket gate into the churchyard, and when they came nearer they saw the ghouls sitting on the tombstone, as Eliza had seen them, and the king turned away his head, for he thought she was with them—she whose head had rested on his breast that very evening. “The people must condemn her,” said he, and she was very quickly condemned by every one to suffer death by fire. Away from the gorgeous regal halls was she led to a dark, dreary cell, where the wind whistled through the iron bars. Instead of the velvet and silk dresses, they gave her the coats of mail which she had woven to cover her, and the bundle of nettles for a pillow; but nothing they could give her would have pleased her more. She continued her task with joy, and prayed for help, while the street-boys sang jeering songs about her, and not a soul comforted her with a kind word. Towards evening, she heard at the grating the flutter of a swan’s wing, it was her youngest brother—he had found his sister, and she sobbed for joy, although she knew that very likely this would be the last night she would have to live. But still she could hope, for her task was almost finished, and her brothers were come. Then the archbishop arrived, to be with her during her last hours, as he had promised the king. But she shook her head, and begged him, by looks and gestures, not to stay; for in this night she knew she must finish her task, otherwise all her pain and tears and sleepless nights would have been suffered in vain. The archbishop withdrew, uttering bitter words against her; but poor Eliza knew that she was innocent, and diligently continued her work.

　　The little mice ran about the floor, they dragged the nettles to her feet, to help as well as they could; and the thrush sat outside the grating of the window, and sang to her the whole night long, as sweetly as possible, to keep up her spirits.

　　It was still twilight, and at least an hour before sunrise, when the eleven brothers stood at the castle gate, and demanded to be brought before the king. They were told it could not be, it was yet almost night, and as the king slept they dared not disturb him. They threatened, they entreated. Then the guard appeared, and even the king himself, inquiring what all the noise meant. At this moment the sun rose. The eleven brothers were seen no more, but eleven wild swans flew away over the castle.

　　And now all the people came streaming forth from the gates of the city, to see the witch burnt. An old horse drew the cart on which she sat. They had dressed her in a garment of coarse sackcloth. Her lovely hair hung loose on her shoulders, her cheeks were deadly pale, her lips moved silently, while her fingers still worked at the green flax. Even on the way to death, she would not give up her task. The ten coats of mail lay at her feet, she was working hard at the eleventh, while the mob jeered her and said, “See the witch, how she mutters! She has no hymn-book in her hand. She sits there with her ugly sorcery. Let us tear it in a thousand pieces.”

　　And then they pressed towards her, and would have destroyed the coats of mail, but at the same moment eleven wild swans flew over her, and alighted on the cart. Then they flapped their large wings, and the crowd drew on one side in alarm.

　　“It is a sign from heaven that she is innocent,” whispered many of them; but they ventured not to say it aloud.

　　As the executioner seized her by the hand, to lift her out of the cart, she hastily threw the eleven coats of mail over the swans, and they immediately became eleven handsome princes; but the youngest had a swan’s wing, instead of an arm; for she had not been able to finish the last sleeve of the coat.

　　“Now I may speak,” she exclaimed. “I am innocent.”

　　Then the people, who saw what happened, bowed to her, as before a saint; but she sank lifeless in her brothers’ arms, overcome with suspense, anguish, and pain.

　　“Yes, she is innocent,” said the eldest brother; and then he related all that had taken place; and while he spoke there rose in the air a fragrance as from millions of roses. Every piece of faggot in the pile had taken root, and threw out branches, and appeared a thick hedge, large and high, covered with roses; while above all bloomed a white and shining flower, that glittered like a star. This flower the king plucked, and placed in Eliza’s bosom, when she awoke from her swoon, with peace and happiness in her heart. And all the church bells rang of themselves, and the birds came in great troops. And a marriage procession returned to the castle, such as no king had ever before seen.