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+ margin-right: 17.5%; + padding: 1em; + margin-bottom: 1em; + font-family:sans-serif, serif; } + + </style> +</head> +<body> +<div style='text-align:center'>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 77025 ***</div> + + +<div class="figcenter hide"><img src="images/coversmall.jpg" width="450" alt=""></div> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<div class="transnote"> +<p class="center">This ebook was created in honour of Distributed Proofreaders’ 25th Anniversary.</p> +</div></div> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="poetry"> +<div class="bbox"> +<p class="ph3"><span class="antiqua">By Eva March Tappan</span></p> + +<hr class="tiny"> +<p>THE HOUSE WITH THE SILVER DOOR.<br> + WHEN KNIGHTS WERE BOLD.<br> + DIXIE KITTEN.<br> + AN OLD, OLD STORY-BOOK.<br> + THE CHAUCER STORY BOOK.<br> + LETTERS FROM COLONIAL CHILDREN.<br> + AMERICAN HERO STORIES.<br> + THE STORY OF THE ROMAN PEOPLE.<br> + THE STORY OF THE GREEK PEOPLE.<br> + THE GOLDEN GOOSE AND OTHER FAIRY TALES.<br> + THE CHRIST STORY.<br> + OLD BALLADS IN PROSE.</p> + +<p class="center">All of the above are illustrated.</p> + +<p class="center">HOUGHTON MIFFLIN COMPANY<br> +<span class="smcap">Boston and New York</span></p> +</div></div></div></div> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<h1>THE HOUSE WITH THE<br> + SILVER DOOR</h1> +</div> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_0"></span></p> +<figure class="figcenter" style="width: 450px;"> + <img src="images/i_005.jpg" width="450" height="680" alt=""> + <figcaption> + <p class="right">(p. <a href="#Page_30">30</a>)</p> + <p class="caption">THE CHILDREN TOLD THE MOON LADY</p> + </figcaption> +</figure> +</div> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_titlepage.jpg" alt="title page"></div> +</div> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="titlepage"> +<p><span class="xxlarge">THE HOUSE WITH THE<br> + SILVER DOOR</span></p> + +<p>BY<br> +<span class="xlarge">EVA MARCH TAPPAN</span></p> + +<p>WITH ILLUSTRATIONS</p> + +<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_titlepagelogo.jpg" alt="publisher's logo"></div> + +<p>BOSTON AND NEW YORK<br> +<span class="large">HOUGHTON MIFFLIN COMPANY</span><br> +<span class="antiqua">The Riverside Press Cambridge</span><br> + 1913</p> +</div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> +<p class="center">COPYRIGHT, 1913, BY EVA MARCH TAPPAN<br> + <br> + ALL RIGHTS RESERVED<br> + <br> + <i>Published September 1913</i></p> +</div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + <h2 class="nobreak">CONTENTS</h2> +</div> + +<table> +<tr><td class="tdr">I.</td><td> <span class="smcap">The House with the Silver Door</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_1"> 1</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdr">II.</td><td> <span class="smcap">King Hansel the First</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_67"> 67</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdr">III.</td><td> <span class="smcap">The Star Princess</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_129"> 129</a></td></tr> +</table> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + <h2 class="nobreak">ILLUSTRATIONS</h2> +</div> + +<table> +<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Children told the Moon Lady</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_0"><i>Frontispiece</i></a></td></tr> + +<tr><td><span class="smcap">Silverboy called, “Who’s there?”</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_52"> 52</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td><span class="smcap">A Great Coarse Hand pulled Him in</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_94"> 94</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td>“<span class="smcap">She is fairer than any of my Maidens</span>”</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_158"> 158</a></td></tr> +</table> + +<p class="center"><i>From drawings by Emily Hall Chamberlain.</i></p> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_1">[1]</span> + <h2 class="nobreak">THE HOUSE WITH THE<br> + SILVER DOOR</h2> +</div> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_2">[2]</span></p> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_3">[3]</span> + <p class="ph3">THE HOUSE WITH THE<br> + SILVER DOOR</p> +</div> + +<p class="drop-cap">ONCE upon a time a man and his wife +lived in a cottage in the forest, so far +away that no one could think how far it +was even if he tried for a month. They had +two children, a boy and a girl. There was +only one thing more that they wanted, and +that was a silver door to the cottage.</p> + +<p>“How I should like to have a silver +door,” said the goodman, “so I could see +the sun shine upon it at sunset when I +came in from my work!”</p> + +<p>“How I should like to have a silver +door,” said the goodwife. “I should draw +in the latchstring at night, and go to sleep +thinking, ‘My door is made of silver, and +how it will shine when the sun strikes it +in the morning.’”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_4">[4]</span>The children had heard this every day +since they could remember, and when they +had grown older, they determined to go +away and see if they could not find a silver +door for their father and mother.</p> + +<p>Very early one morning, long before their +parents were awake, Silverboy and Silvergirl, +for those were their names, took hold +of each other’s hand and went softly out +of the cottage and far away. They climbed +over fallen trees, they waded through brooks +and mossy pools, they were caught in the +briers, and they scrambled down breakneck +cliffs. After a long time they came +to the edge of the forest, but nowhere +had they seen what they were looking +for.</p> + +<p>“What shall we do?” cried Silvergirl, +sobbing. “I’m afraid we shall never find +a silver door.”</p> + +<p>Silverboy might have cried, too, if he +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_5">[5]</span>had been alone, but now he plucked up his +courage and answered bravely:—</p> + +<p>“Oh, we’ll find it yet.”</p> + +<p>“But we don’t even know where to look +for it.”</p> + +<p>“Do you see that great oak tree, the +one with so many knots? I saw a squirrel +run into a hole in the trunk just now. +Maybe he’s the Wizard Squirrel himself, +and I mean to ask him if he will tell us +where to go.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, don’t,” pleaded Silvergirl. “I am +afraid he might hurt you.”</p> + +<p>“Some wizards are bad,” declared Silverboy +as wisely as if he had gone fishing +with wizards every day of his life, “but +some are good, and I’m almost sure that +this is a good one.” Then he went under +the tree and called softly:—</p> + +<p>“Squirrel, squirrel, are you the Wizard +Squirrel?”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_6">[6]</span>“Wizard yourself!” scolded the squirrel, +making up a comical face at him. “I +wish you’d keep quiet; I want to eat my +supper.”</p> + +<p>“But won’t you please tell us where to +look for a silver door?” begged Silverboy.</p> + +<p>“In the place where they keep them, of +course,” retorted the Wizard Squirrel, for +it was really he himself.</p> + +<p>“Won’t you please tell us where that +is?” Silverboy persisted.</p> + +<p>“Perhaps it is in the moon,” declared +the Wizard Squirrel meditatively. “It +looks as if there was a good deal of silver +up there. Why don’t you ask the Moon +King?” he added, dropping a bit of nutshell +directly upon Silverboy’s nose. “Now, +run away; you ask too many questions. +Squirrels never ask questions at suppertime.”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_7">[7]</span>“But we can’t get to the moon,” said +Silverboy sadly.</p> + +<p>“No more can you get to me,” retorted +the Wizard Squirrel, “but you won’t stop +talking to me.” And with a whisk of his +bushy tail he slipped out of sight into his +hole.</p> + +<p>“He means that we shall call to the +moon,” said Silvergirl.</p> + +<p>They went out from the forest to an open +field to watch for the moon, and soon it +shone down clear and bright, and they +cried:—</p> + +<p>“O moon, moon, won’t you please help +us and tell us where to find a silver door?”</p> + +<p>But the moon sailed on among the little +clouds and answered never a word. Right +behind the children, however, they heard +a funny little chattering. It was the Wizard +Squirrel, and he called:—</p> + +<p>“You are real moon calves! I never told +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_8">[8]</span>you to call out in that fashion. I’ve thought +of something. What will you do for me if +I tell you which way to go to find a silver +door?”</p> + +<p>“I’ll give you a great pile of nuts,” said +Silverboy.</p> + +<p>“Ho, nuts, indeed!” declared the Wizard +Squirrel. “I can get nuts myself, and +I can go to the very tops of trees that you +wouldn’t think of climbing.”</p> + +<p>“I’ll do anything you say,” promised +Silverboy eagerly.</p> + +<p>“There’s just one thing that you can +do for me,” said the Wizard Squirrel. “I +don’t want the All-Alone Axe to cut down +the Ancient Oak, and if you will go to the +mountain over there and get him to promise +to let it alone, you will be started on +the right way to find the silver door. If he +won’t do it, you may as well go home, for +you’ll never find your door if you hunt +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_9">[9]</span>till the skies fall. I can’t stop to talk with +moon calves any longer,” and in a flash he +was gone.</p> + +<p>“Shall we do it?” asked Silvergirl; and +her brother replied stoutly, “Yes, come on, +and let us climb the mountain.”</p> + +<p>So on they went, across the meadow and +over the swamp and through the thicket +and up the side of the mountain. When +they were halfway to the top, they heard +the sound of chopping. Then they heard +the fall of a tree.</p> + +<p>“That must be the All-Alone Axe,” said +Silverboy. “It sounds as if it was over +there, just behind the cliff. Come, and we +will find the woodchopper and ask him not +to cut down the Ancient Oak.”</p> + +<p>They hurried around the cliff, but no +woodchopper was there. Nothing at all was +to be seen but a great axe chopping away +all by its lone self.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_10">[10]</span>“Please, Mr. All-Alone Axe,” said Silverboy, +rather timidly, for he had never +before seen an axe chopping away alone. +“Please, Mr. All-Alone Axe, will you tell +us where the woodchopper is?”</p> + +<p>“Can’t you see?” demanded the All-Alone +Axe sharply. “I’m chopping, and +I’m chopping wood. What more woodchopper +do you want?” And he cut away +faster than ever.</p> + +<p>The trees began to fall on the right and +on the left, and Silvergirl was badly frightened. +“Oh, if we only could get away!” +she thought; but she called up all her +courage and asked very politely:—</p> + +<p>“Is there anything we can do for you, +Mr. All-Alone Axe?”</p> + +<p>“There’s a girl who knows an axe from +a hatchet!” cried the All-Alone Axe; and +he was so pleased that he actually stopped +cutting for at least two minutes. “Yes,” +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_11">[11]</span>he added; “over on that mountain the +Gentle Giant lives, and after I have cut +down some trees, he often comes and drags +them away. If you’ll make him promise +to let my trees alone, I’ll do whatever you +want.”</p> + +<p>“Will you let the Ancient Oak stand?” +asked Silvergirl.</p> + +<p>“I will,” replied the All-Alone Axe; so +the children said good-bye and started +for the mountain where the Gentle Giant +lived.</p> + +<p>It was a long, long way. They had to make +a little raft before they could cross the river. +They had to climb steep cliffs, to scramble +down into deep gullies, and to creep over +slippery rocks. At last they were well up +the side of the Gentle Giant’s mountain; +and now they began to hear a loud rustling +as if all the winds of the heavens +were blowing all the branches of all the +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_12">[12]</span>trees. They caught hold of each other’s +hand and stood listening. Pretty soon they +heard, “Ho-ho! Ho-ho!” It sounded like +some one taking a deep breath, but it was +almost if not quite as loud as thunder. Silverboy +and Silvergirl were so frightened +that they would surely have run off down +the mountain had not the Gentle Giant +just then caught sight of them and roared +out:—</p> + +<p>“Ho, there! Stop, I say. I’m lonesome, +I want to see you. Come here and talk to +me.”</p> + +<p>It was not of the least use to try to run +away, for he had stretched out two hands +as big as pine trees, and in a moment he +had Silverboy in his right hand and Silvergirl +in his left hand and was holding them +up before his eyes to get a better view of +them.</p> + +<p>“Who are you?” he roared as softly as +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_13">[13]</span>he could, for he was not one of the hateful +giants, but one of the good-natured sort. +“Where are you going?”</p> + +<p>“We’re going to find a silver door for +the cottage,” shouted Silverboy as loud as +ever he could.</p> + +<p>“Eh?” roared the Gentle Giant. “What’s +that? Talk a little louder, can’t you?” +And he held the children up to his ear.</p> + +<p>Then Silvergirl screamed with all her +might:—</p> + +<p>“We’re going to find a silver door for +the cottage.”</p> + +<p>“That’s all right,” said the Gentle Giant, +with a laugh that shook the trees like a +tempest. “I wonder if <i>she’d</i> like a silver +door,” he added, trying to look through the +trees to another mountain even higher than +his. “When you find your silver door, you +might come up here and tell me about it,” +he said with a chuckle. “If you are going +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_14">[14]</span>up on <i>that</i> mountain, I’ll carry you over +the swamp and halfway up the hill. I don’t +dare to go any farther.”</p> + +<p>“Why, how could any one hurt <i>you</i>?” +cried Silverboy, taking hold of the Gentle +Giant’s ear with both hands and shouting +into it.</p> + +<p>The Gentle Giant seemed so good-natured +that the children did not feel one bit afraid; +but now something happened that did +frighten them, for the giant began to cry, +and he cried such floods of tears that they +had to cling to his fingers with all their +might to keep from being washed off and +down the side of the mountain.</p> + +<p>“I’m sorry as I can be,” said Silvergirl. +“Don’t cry, Mr. Gentle Giant.” And Silverboy +called, “We’ll help you, and there +shan’t anybody hurt you.”</p> + +<p>The Gentle Giant laughed till he was +almost crying again, and he shook so that +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_15">[15]</span>the children had to hold on harder than +ever. Then he said:—</p> + +<p>“Come up on the mountain and see my +house and eat dinner with me, will you? +I’m lonesome up there, and it isn’t often +that I get any children to come and play +with me.”</p> + +<p>Of course they said yes, and he carried +them carefully up the mountain to the biggest +house that they ever saw. It was built +of logs, bigger than any trees that grew in +their own forest. The door was so high that +the clouds could have floated in as easy as +anything. In one corner was the bed. To +make it, the giant had driven into the floor +a stake, or rather the trunk of a great pine +tree. He had laid long rails from this stake +to the two walls, shutting in the corner. On +top of the rails were stout boughs, and on +top of the boughs were whole barnfuls of +soft spruce and fir and hemlock branches, +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_16">[16]</span>until there was as comfortable a bed as was +ever seen. For a table he had driven another +tree trunk into the middle of the floor. Then +he had split in two the biggest tree on the +mountain and had fastened it to the top +of the trunk, the flat side up. At one end +of the room was the chimney, and that was +large enough to roast at least ten oxen, +eleven deer, and fifteen bears, with plenty +of room between them for pigs and partridges.</p> + +<p>“I don’t feel hungry to-day,” said the +Gentle Giant, “so I put on only five oxen, +four deer, and three bears to roast, with +perhaps half a dozen little pigs; but now +I have company, I’ll hang up a few partridges, +too, just for a relish.”</p> + +<p>He hung a score or two of partridges in +front of the fire, and when they were done, +he called the children to sit down and eat +with him, though at first it was rather hard +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_17">[17]</span>to see how they could do it. He put them +on two of his wooden stools, but, stretch +their necks as they might, they could not +see over the edge of the table.</p> + +<p>“We’ll soon fix that,” declared the +Gentle Giant.</p> + +<p>He went to the end of the room, not +more than a quarter of a mile away, and +brought back his tallest churn. He set it +on the stool bottomside up, and put Silvergirl +on top of it.</p> + +<p>“I haven’t any other churn that is tall +enough for you,” said the giant, “but I’ll +just bring in a pebble and put a cushion +on it.”</p> + +<p>So out of the door he went and soon +came back with a stone in his hand big +enough for a doorstep. He set that up +on the stool and laid a cushion on top +of it, and then they were ready for dinner.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_18">[18]</span>“Which will you have first,” he asked, +“an ox or a bear?”</p> + +<p>“Could I have a partridge?” asked Silvergirl.</p> + +<p>“Just as many of them as you want,” +replied the giant. “In my country we always +ate the oxen and bears first; but you +shall do as you like.”</p> + +<p>So he gave each of the children some +partridges, and then he himself began on +the oxen. One by one they disappeared, +and the pile of bones beside his plate grew +higher and higher, till at last the children +could not see his face at all. Through the +bones, however, his great voice came rumbling +as he called: “Aren’t you ready for +your oxen yet, or will you have a deer or +two and a few little pigs?”</p> + +<p>He did not wait for an answer, but piled +up oxen and bears and deer and pigs on +the table before them.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_19">[19]</span>“Truly, Mr. Gentle Giant,” declared Silverboy, +“we can’t eat any more. Couldn’t +you eat these?”</p> + +<p>“Perhaps,” replied the giant, “though I +don’t seem to have so much appetite as +usual. I’ll take just a bite or two more +and then we’ll all sit down under the trees +and you can tell me where you are going +and what you know about silver doors. I +know a lady who—I mean I might want +to find one myself some day.”</p> + +<p>The Gentle Giant had already eaten the +five oxen and the four deer, and now he +ate the three bears and the little pigs. +“Just one mouthful more to leave a good +taste,” he said, and in two minutes the +rest of the partridges were gone.</p> + +<p>“Now come out of doors,” he called, and +led the way to the great door, but the children +did not follow him. “What’s the matter?” +he asked.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_20">[20]</span>“We can’t get down,” they replied.</p> + +<p>The Gentle Giant laughed until the stars +would have rattled in the sky if it had +been night. “I don’t have company of +your size very often,” he said, “and I forget +my manners.” Then he took Silvergirl +in one great hand and Silverboy in the +other and carried them out under the trees. +“I’ll lie down on the moss,” he said, “and +you can talk right into my ear. Tell me +who you are and where you are going.”</p> + +<p>So the Gentle Giant stretched himself +out on the ground and Silverboy called into +his ear:—</p> + +<p>“We live in a cottage in our own forest, +far as far away from here. Our father and +our mother want a silver door, and we are +going to find one for them.”</p> + +<p>“How do you know where to look?” +asked the Gentle Giant, rather drowsily, +for he was getting sleepy.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_21">[21]</span>“We asked the Wizard Squirrel, and he +told us to go to the All-Alone Axe. The +All-Alone Axe told us to come here. We +thought at first that the Wizard Squirrel +meant us to call out to the Moon King, +but he didn’t.”</p> + +<p>“Eh!” shouted the Gentle Giant, starting +up. “What’s that?”</p> + +<p>“We thought he meant that we should +call out to the Moon King, but he didn’t,” +repeated Silverboy.</p> + +<p>“Are you sure as sure that he didn’t +say ‘the Moon Lady’?” demanded the +Gentle Giant eagerly.</p> + +<p>“No, he didn’t,” Silverboy answered, +“but he said we must get the All-Alone +Axe to promise not to cut down the +Ancient Oak.”</p> + +<p>“Did he promise?” the Gentle Giant +asked.</p> + +<p>“He said he would not touch the +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_22">[22]</span>Ancient Oak if we could get you to promise +not to drag away his trees after he has cut +them down.”</p> + +<p>“But I have to,” declared the Gentle +Giant earnestly. “You see, I must build +a big house to bring her to if she should +ever marry me.”</p> + +<p>“It seems to me that your house is pretty +big now,” said Silvergirl.</p> + +<p>But the Gentle Giant shook his great +head.</p> + +<p>“No,” he said. “I wanted it as big as +all outdoors, but it isn’t more than half +as big.”</p> + +<p>“When is she coming?” asked Silverboy.</p> + +<p>“I don’t know,” replied the Gentle +Giant sadly. “When I asked her to marry +me, she only laughed; but maybe she’ll +change her mind some day, and I should +be so ashamed if I hadn’t a house big +enough for her.”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_23">[23]</span>And the Gentle Giant dropped a tear as +big as a waterpail. It fell upon Silvergirl +and wet her from head to foot, but the +Gentle Giant was so busy thinking that he +did not notice the mischief he had done.</p> + +<p>“I hope she’ll come,” declared Silverboy +warmly.</p> + +<p>“So do I,” said Silvergirl.</p> + +<p>The Gentle Giant sat for a long while +gazing on a mountain that could just be +seen through the trees. He seemed to be +hard at work thinking. At last he turned +to Silvergirl and asked:—</p> + +<p>“So you really think this house is big +enough, do you?”</p> + +<p>“Indeed I do,” declared Silvergirl.</p> + +<p>“I suppose you ought to know what a +lady would like better than a great clumsy +fellow like me,” the Gentle Giant mused. +Then he said suddenly, “I’ll tell you what +I’ll do. If you will get the Moon Lady to +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_24">[24]</span>say she’ll marry me, I’ll not drag away any +more trees from the All-Alone Axe, and I’ll +carry you both halfway up her mountain +besides.”</p> + +<p>“We’ll try our very best,” said the children.</p> + +<p>Then the Gentle Giant set Silverboy on +his right shoulder and Silvergirl on his +left, and away they went to the Moon +Lady’s mountain. When you ride on the +shoulder of a giant who can take a quarter +of a mile at a stride, even a long journey +is soon done, and before they had any idea +that they were halfway up the mountain, +the Gentle Giant whispered as softly as he +could:—</p> + +<p>“Here you are, little folk. Just go up +the mountain, and you’ll be at her house +in no time.”</p> + +<p>“Come with us,” the children pleaded, +for it seemed very lonesome to be left +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_25">[25]</span>in the forest without the good-natured +giant.</p> + +<p>But he shook his head and whispered so +gently that it was not much louder than a +waterfall:—</p> + +<p>“I don’t dare. She might look right at +me and laugh and ask what I had come +for, and then I should feel so ashamed. +You go on, and if she only says she will +marry me, tie a burning torch to the pine +tree at the top of the mountain, and I’ll +come and get you all and carry you wherever +you wish.” And before the children +could say another word, they heard his steps +crashing down through the trees.</p> + +<p>They went on and on toward the top of +the mountain, and just as the sun was +setting, they began to see something shining +through the trees. It looked like glass +and cream candy and rainbows, like brooks +in the sunshine and quiet pools in the +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_26">[26]</span>moonlight. It flashed and glowed and +gleamed and sparkled. When they came +nearer, they saw that it was a splendid +palace, and looking out of one of the windows +was the most beautiful lady that they +had ever seen. She was laughing more +musically than they had ever heard any +one laugh before. The sound was like that +made by little brooks rippling over stones, +or little waves running up on the shore. +When she caught sight of the children, she +called:—</p> + +<p>“Come in, you little dears. I’ll meet you +at the door.”</p> + +<p>She disappeared from the window, but +they could hear her laughing happily as she +tripped though the halls. In a minute she +stood in the doorway, holding out her hands +to them. She wore a silken gown almost as +yellow as the sunshine. Her hair, too, was +yellow and hung down to the ground in +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_27">[27]</span>long ripples that gleamed and shimmered +as the sunbeams touched them. On her +head was a golden crescent, and above it +was just one golden star. The children +stood gazing at her, for in all their lives they +had never seen any one half so lovely.</p> + +<p>“Well, what is it?” she called lightly. +“Am I so ugly? You stand there gazing at +me as if I were a monster.”</p> + +<p>“I did not know anybody could be so +beautiful,” cried Silverboy honestly. Silvergirl +slipped up beside her, and the Moon +Lady took her little brown hand in her own +and began to laugh from pure pleasure and +merriment.</p> + +<p>“Come in,” she cried, “come in. I’ve +been waiting for you. I knew you were +coming. It’s hard to keep secrets from the +Moon Lady. Secrets are such nice things +to laugh at, don’t you think so?” she +called to Silverboy; and in a minute she +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_28">[28]</span>had his hand, too, and was leading both the +children into the palace and up the broad +marble stairs. “Now,” she said, “I have +one room full of candy, and another full of +toys, and another full of brooks to sail boats +in, and another full of ponies for children +to ride, and another full of pretty gardens +to play in, and—”</p> + +<p>“But how can there be gardens and +brooks in a room in a house?” asked Silvergirl, +gazing at her with great wondering +eyes.</p> + +<p>The Moon Lady looked amused. “Because +this is a Wonder Palace,” she said at +last. “Don’t you know that in a Wonder +Palace one can have whatever she likes? +You like gardens to play in, I am sure of +that, and so there are gardens in one of my +rooms. You like ponies, and so there are +ponies here. I don’t see anything strange +about it,” and she laughed so merrily that +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_29">[29]</span>the children could not help laughing with +her. They went to the candy room and the +toy room and the brook room and the pony +room and the others. These were all so +delightful that when the Moon Lady asked +which they liked best, they could not +choose.</p> + +<p>“That is no matter,” she declared, “for +you must stay here with me forever and +always, and there will be new rooms for you +every day, and each one will be full of finer +things than you ever saw before.”</p> + +<p>“Oh!” cried the children, “but we must +not. We must go on and find a silver door +for the father and the mother.”</p> + +<p>“What’s that about a silver door?” +asked the Moon Lady. “A wizard told me +something about a silver door once, but I +don’t know what he meant. He said:—</p> + +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="poetry"> +<div class="verse">When the silver door flies open,</div> +<div class="verse">Then the iron door shuts tight.</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_30">[30]</span> +<div class="verse">Silver cheats you in the moonbeams,</div> +<div class="verse">Iron is honest in the light.”</div> +</div></div> + +<p>“Was the wizard a squirrel, dear Moon +Lady?” the children asked.</p> + +<p>“I forget,” she replied, “it was so long +ago; but it was a good thing to laugh at,” +and again she laughed so lightly and musically +that the children fancied they heard +a summer shower falling upon the leaves. +“Have you seen a wizard, too?” she asked; +“and has he told you about a silver door? +Come into the room that is full of all the +music of all the world and tell me about +it.”</p> + +<p>So they went into the room, and while +all the music of all the world was playing +softly around them, the children told the +Moon Lady about their little home in the +far-away forest. They told her how much +the father and the mother wanted a silver +door, and how they had come out into the +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_31">[31]</span>world to try to find one. They told her +about the Wizard Squirrel who would help +them if the All-Alone Axe would agree to +spare the Ancient Oak; about the All-Alone +Axe who would spare the Ancient Oak if the +Gentle Giant would stop dragging away his +trees; and then about the Gentle Giant +who would stop dragging away the trees +if only—</p> + +<p>“What next?” the Moon Lady interrupted; +“the Gentle Giant would stop dragging +away the trees if what?”</p> + +<p>“If you would only marry him,” said +Silverboy boldly. “Won’t you please marry +him, for we do want to find a silver door +so very, very much?”</p> + +<p>“What kind of giant is he?” the Moon +Lady asked, trying to look very serious.</p> + +<p>“He’s the best giant in all the world, I +just know he is,” declared Silverboy; and +Silvergirl added, “He was so good to us. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_32">[32]</span>I’m sure you would love him. He said you +told him you wouldn’t marry him, but you +will, won’t you?”</p> + +<p>“Certainly,” replied the Moon Lady, “I’d +just as soon as not. I meant to all the time, +but I wanted to see whether he would come +back and ask me again.”</p> + +<p>“Then I’ll go to the very top of the +mountain and tie a lighted torch to the +topmost bough of the tall pine tree, so he +will know that you are willing to marry +him,” cried Silverboy, and in a moment +he would have been away had not the +Moon Lady stopped him.</p> + +<p>“If the Gentle Giant wants me very +much, he will come and get me,” she +said.</p> + +<p>“But he’s afraid,” cried Silvergirl; “he +said he was.”</p> + +<p>“Then he can’t have me,” declared the +Moon Lady.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_33">[33]</span>“Then we can’t get the silver door,” +said Silverboy soberly.</p> + +<p>“Why not?” asked the Moon Lady +lightly. “Wandering about the world to +find silver doors is not the thing for a girl, +of course, but you can do it if you like. +Silvergirl must stay here with me, but you +may go out and search. There’s nothing +to hinder your going straight up to the +moon and choosing one for yourself. I’ve +been there many a time. My brother is the +King of the Moon.”</p> + +<p>“But how can I get there?” cried Silverboy. +“Can I go to the top of a high, +high mountain and leap upon the moon +when it passes by?”</p> + +<p>“If that isn’t just like a boy!” cried +the Moon Lady, with another of her merry +laughs. “Silvergirl wouldn’t try to get +there in any such foolish way, I know. +Would you, Silvergirl?”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_34">[34]</span>“I believe I should try to go to the top +of the tallest tree in the world,” replied +Silvergirl, “and then, when the moonbeams +touched it, I would beg them to carry me +home with them.”</p> + +<p>“That’s much more sensible,” said the +Moon Lady gravely; and she added with +a little twinkle in her bright eyes, “If +there wasn’t any other way, yours would +be the best, but there’s one way that is +better.”</p> + +<p>“What is it?” cried the children together.</p> + +<p>“You must go to the Slippery Spider +and ask him for web enough to build a +ladder,” she replied; “that is, you may go, +Silverboy; and when you come back, we’ll +talk about All-Alone Axes and Wizard +Squirrels, and maybe about Gentle Giants. +There’s one thing you must remember; +so long as you are on the face of the earth +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_35">[35]</span>you are safe, but if you go into the earth +you will never come here again. Will you +promise not to go into the earth?”</p> + +<p>Silverboy promised. Then he said good-bye +and set out in search of the Slippery +Spider. He went down the mountain and +over the fields, asking every bird and every +bee that he met if they knew where to find +the Slippery Spider, but not one of them +could tell him. At length he asked a little +fly that was sitting on a green leaf in the +sunshine.</p> + +<p>“Yes, I know,” said the fly, “but it +makes me flutter to think of him.”</p> + +<p>“How do you find his home?” asked +Silverboy.</p> + +<p>“You have to go into the Valley of Twilight, +past nine gray rocks and three dead +trees. By and by, you come to a great mass +of briers, and under the briers is where the +Slippery Spider lives; but don’t go there. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_36">[36]</span>He is—” But Silverboy was already on +his way to the Valley of Twilight. He went +past the nine gray rocks and the three dead +trees and came to the great mass of briers; +but no Slippery Spider was to be seen.</p> + +<p>“Slippery Spider, O Slippery Spider,” +he called, “won’t you please give me a +little web to make a ladder to go to the +moon?”</p> + +<p>He heard a rustling in the leaves, and +in a moment there stood beside him the +queerest, most dried-up little old man that +he had ever seen. The little old man made +a bow and in a thin, squeaky voice he +replied:—</p> + +<p>“Certainly, my good sir. I shall be glad +to give you web enough to go to the moon +or seven times as far, if you wish. Will you +kindly walk into my underground house. +It is cool and comfortable there, and we will +talk this matter over together.”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_37">[37]</span>Silverboy was about to follow the Slippery +Spider when he remembered what the +Moon Lady said, that he must not go into +the earth, and he asked:—</p> + +<p>“Couldn’t we sit down here and talk +about it?” He fancied that the Slippery +Spider’s eyes flashed red for a moment, but +the little old man said quietly:—</p> + +<p>“I see. Some one has been telling you +stories about my home. If you prefer, we +will sit down under these beautiful brier +bushes. Here is my favorite lane, between +the Tumbling Rock and the Withering +Grass. Will you come?”</p> + +<p>“I’m too big. I can’t get in there,” replied +Silverboy.</p> + +<p>“Oh, we can manage all that,” said the +Slippery Spider, in an offhand way. “Just +step in and there will be no trouble.”</p> + +<p>Silverboy thought he heard the buzzing +of a fly, but he said to himself, “Surely, +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_38">[38]</span>there’s no harm in just stepping toward +the briers,” and he said to the Slippery +Spider:—</p> + +<p>“Certainly I will if you wish.”</p> + +<p>He took one step into the narrow passageway; +and he was surprised enough to +find that he could walk in it without the +least difficulty. “I wonder how he has done +that,” he thought. “Somehow he has made +the grass as tall as I am, and the brier +bushes are as big as any tree in the forest. +I wonder what strange thing that is a way up +above my head. It looks like a mushroom, +but it is as high as the roof of a house.” +Suddenly it burst upon him that this really +was a mushroom and that, instead of making +the passage big, the Slippery Spider had +made him so little that when the dreadful +creature caught hold of him and dragged +him down into a cavern, he could not do +anything to save himself.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_39">[39]</span>The cavern was dark as dark, but after +his eyes were a little used to the darkness, +he could see that a strong spider-web had +been drawn across the opening. He felt +in his tiny pocket for his tiny knife and +began to cut away at the stout cords of +the web; but he could not make even the +smallest break.</p> + +<p>“That’s right,” called the thin, squeaky +voice, “you are a good jailer; I shan’t have +to watch you.”</p> + +<p>Silverboy looked up, and there was the +Slippery Spider peering through the web, +twice as tall as his prisoner. It did not +seem quite so dark as at first, and Silverboy +could see what an ugly grin was on +his face.</p> + +<p>“I suppose you don’t know,” said the +Slippery Spider, with a hateful chuckle, +“that this is a magic web, and that every +time you cut a thread, you make it exactly +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_40">[40]</span>seven times as strong as it was before. Oh, +you’re a good jailer, you are!” and again +he laughed, the most sneering, malicious +laugh that can be imagined. At last he +went away, leaving Silverboy in the darkness. +He came back once more for a moment +and called:—</p> + +<p>“I say, you’re not fat enough yet. When +you get fatter, I shall eat you. You won’t +have long to wait.”</p> + +<p>Poor Silverboy, there he sat and wondered +if there was any way to escape. He +thought of his father and mother and sister. +“I shall never, never see them again,” he +sobbed; and he threw himself on the cold +floor of the cave and cried and cried.</p> + +<p>Suddenly he felt a little hand wiping +away his tears with the softest and daintiest +of handkerchiefs. The hand was so +smooth and gentle that at first he pretended +not to know that it was there for +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_41">[41]</span>fear it would go away. Then a sweet little +voice said softly:—</p> + +<p>“Boy, poor boy, don’t cry.”</p> + +<p>“Who are you?” asked Silverboy. “How +did you come here? Did the Slippery Spider +bring you, too?”</p> + +<p>“I was walking alone,” said the sweet +voice, “and I saw the lane. It looked pretty, +for the briers were in bloom, and I started +to come into it; but before I knew it, I was +in this dreadful den.”</p> + +<p>“And did he make you small as he made +me?” asked Silverboy.</p> + +<p>“Oh, no, I am just as tall as ever.”</p> + +<p>“Let’s stand up back to back,” said +Silverboy, “and I will put my hand on my +head and then on yours, for I don’t see +how any one could get in here and not be +made little.” So they stood up back to +back, and Silverboy put his hand on his +own head and then on hers, and he found, +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_42">[42]</span>as he had expected, that she was no taller +than he. Indeed, she was not quite so tall.</p> + +<p>“But what is this on your head?” he +asked. “It feels pointed and queer. What +is it?”</p> + +<p>“That’s my pearl coronet,” the little girl +replied. “I wear it because my father is +a king. They call me the Pearl Princess. +What is your name?”</p> + +<p>“I am Silverboy. I wish it was light so +I could see your face.”</p> + +<p>“So do I,” said the Pearl Princess; “I +mean, so I could see yours. Don’t you +suppose we can ever, ever get out of this +horrible place?”</p> + +<p>“We’ll find a way somehow,” declared +Silverboy; for now that he was not alone, he +felt much more courageous and hopeful. He +pulled and tugged at the bars with all his +might and main; but, try his best, he could +not stir them one bit. Indeed, they only grew +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_43">[43]</span>stronger and firmer whenever he touched +them; and even after a long, long time had +passed away, Silverboy and the Pearl Princess +were still prisoners in the den of the +Slippery Spider.</p> + +<p>All this while Silvergirl was living in +the Wonder Palace with the Moon Lady. +As time passed, she was no more a child, +but a tall young girl who grew prettier +every day until she had become the fairest +little maiden in all the land. She would +have been the happiest if her brother had +only come back; but the brother did not +come, and she began to grow sad and pale. +The Moon Lady sent her servants to scour +the country roundabout. They peered into +the valleys, they looked through and +through every little corner of the forest; +they asked all the brook fairies and all the +flower fairies and all the grass fairies, but +none of them had seen anything of Silverboy. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_44">[44]</span>Every night when they came in from +their search, Silvergirl asked, “Have you +found my brother?” When they answered, +“No, but perhaps we shall find him to-morrow,” +she looked sadder than ever.</p> + +<p>The Moon Lady was very much troubled.</p> + +<p>“Oh, I wish the Moon King would come!” +she often said. “He would know what to +do to help us.”</p> + +<p>One night, just as it was growing dark, +the Moon Lady and Silvergirl saw a bright +light shining in the east. It grew larger and +brighter and came nearer every minute. +The palace glowed and gleamed with the +reflection as if there were blazing torches +in every corner of it.</p> + +<p>“That’s my brother,” cried the Moon +Lady joyfully. “He is the Moon King, +and he will know how to help us find Silverboy.”</p> + +<p>By and by the Moon King came driving +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_45">[45]</span>straight up the side of the mountain with his +six shining white horses. The Moon Lady +threw her arms about his neck and kissed +him. Then she made a great feast for him. +On the table were the most delicious things +of all the countries. The air was full of all +the music of all the world, and it was a +very happy time.</p> + +<p>But after a little while the Moon King +did not even look at the dainties or listen +to the music. He looked at pretty Silvergirl +and he listened to nothing but her +voice.</p> + +<p>“I saw your face in a dream last night,” +he said, “and I want you for my Moon +Queen. Will you marry me?”</p> + +<p>“But my brother has not come back,” +she answered, “and I haven’t yet found +the silver door for my father and mother.”</p> + +<p>“I’ll give you silver doors for all the +cottages in the forest,” cried the Moon +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_46">[46]</span>King, “and I’ll find your brother if he is +aboveground.”</p> + +<p>“But the Moon Lady’s servants have +looked everywhere aboveground,” said Silvergirl +sadly, “and they could not find +him.”</p> + +<p>“Then I’ll look underground,” declared +the Moon King. “I know all the gnomes +and dwarfs and pixies and underworld +fairies and crickets and field mice; and +there isn’t one of them that wouldn’t be +gladder than glad to do me a favor. Will +you marry me when I have found Silverboy?”</p> + +<p>Even the little bird at the window could +not hear her answer; but it seemed to +please the Moon King, for he cried joyfully +to his sister, “Take good care of my bride, +and I’ll be here with Silverboy in the +twinkling of a star.” And before she could +say good-bye, his white horses with their +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_47">[47]</span>golden harness were tearing down the +mountain as if they were trying to catch +up with the swiftest river that ever flowed.</p> + +<p>Finding Silverboy was not quite so easy +as the Moon King had expected, for no one +but the Slippery Spider knew that he had +become so tiny. The gnomes and the dwarfs +and the pixies and the underworld fairies +and all the rest looked in vain for a tall +boy in search of a silver door. The crickets +and the field mice looked, but Silverboy +was nowhere to be found. Silvergirl grew +paler and paler, and the Moon Lady began +to feel anxious, not only lest some wild +beast or some fierce bird of prey should +have devoured Silverboy, but also lest Silvergirl +should grieve herself to death for +the loss of her brother.</p> + +<p>All the little folk of the forest and field, +those that wore feathers or furs or hair or +just plain skin, were talking about the lost +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_48">[48]</span>Silverboy, and at last the news came to +the Thoughtful Snail. No one had dreamed +of his joining in the search because he was +so slow and had to carry his house about +with him; but the Thoughtful Snail went +to his neighbor, the Friendly Glowworm, +and said:—</p> + +<p>“I’ve been thinking.”</p> + +<p>“Well?” said the Friendly Glowworm.</p> + +<p>“I’ve been thinking.”</p> + +<p>“Well?”</p> + +<p>“I’ve been thinking,” declared the +Thoughtful Snail for the third time, and +then he told what he thought. “The Moon +King has been good to me,” he said slowly, +“and I’ve been thinking that I should +like to find the brother of his bride.”</p> + +<p>“Is that all?” exclaimed the Friendly +Glowworm. “We’d every one of us like +to find him.”</p> + +<p>“But I’ve been thinking,” said the +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_49">[49]</span>Thoughtful Snail again, and then he +stopped to think a little more. The +Friendly Glowworm waited patiently, and +at last the Thoughtful Snail continued:—</p> + +<p>“If they can’t find a tall young man +aboveground, then there isn’t any tall +young man, and he must be short.”</p> + +<p>“Is that all?” exclaimed the Friendly +Glowworm again.</p> + +<p>“No,” replied the Thoughtful Snail +slowly. “I’ve thought of something else. +All the real wizards are good friends of +the Moon King, and there’s only one of the +creatures of the forest that can change the +shape of a man.”</p> + +<p>“You mean the Slippery Spider?” +asked his friend.</p> + +<p>“Yes,” replied the Thoughtful Snail; +“and I’ve been thinking that if the Slippery +Spider has changed his shape, he has +made him smaller than himself, of course, +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_50">[50]</span>or else he would have got away long before +this.”</p> + +<p>“That’s so,” exclaimed the Friendly +Glowworm, beginning to be interested.</p> + +<p>“I think he is smaller than a spider +and that the Slippery Spider has fastened +him into some den. You know that he can +spin a magic web. It can be cut from the +outside, but if any one tries to cut it from +the inside, it grows stronger.”</p> + +<p>“Then you think—”</p> + +<p>“I’ve been thinking,” the Thoughtful +Snail interrupted; “and I think that if +you will go with me to carry the torch, +we will go to the Slippery Spider’s hole +to-night when he is away watching his +nets, and perhaps we shall find Silverboy.”</p> + +<p>That night the Thoughtful Snail and the +Friendly Glowworm made their way to the +lane of the Slippery Spider. The Friendly +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_51">[51]</span>Glowworm crept under a dry leaf, and the +Thoughtful Snail crouched in front of him +so that the keen eyes of the Slippery Spider +should see no ray of light. They watched +him come out of his little lane and go away +to look at his nets to see if some unwary +traveler had not been caught in them; +then they crept boldly in toward the den +in the rock. The lane was so rough that +more than once the Friendly Glowworm +was tumbled from one side to the other, +and so briery that the delicate horns of the +Thoughtful Snail were scratched and torn; +but on they went until at last they were in +front of the Slippery Spider’s den. Behold, +there was the magic web stretched across +the opening, and thicker and stronger than +was ever the web of a spider before.</p> + +<p>The Friendly Glowworm was so excited +that he quivered like a jelly; and as for +the Thoughtful Snail, his shell fairly rattled +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_52">[52]</span>against the rock. It made such a noise that +Silverboy called:—</p> + +<p>“Who’s there?”</p> + +<p>“Who’s <i>there</i>?” cried the Thoughtful +Snail gladly. “Are you Silverboy?”</p> + +<p>“Yes, who are you?”</p> + +<p>For answer the Thoughtful Snail pushed +his whole weight against the web, while +the Friendly Glowworm caught hold of it +and pulled and tugged with all his might. +It fell on the ground, and Silverboy stepped +out, pale as pale, and so small that his new +friends could hardly see him; but it was +the real Silverboy himself.</p> + +<p>“Come quick,” said they, “before the +Slippery Spider comes home.”</p> + +<figure class="figcenter" style="width: 450px;"> + <img src="images/i_064.jpg" width="450" height="650" alt=""> + <figcaption> + <p class="caption">SILVERBOY CALLED, “WHO’S THERE?”</p> + </figcaption> +</figure> + +<p>“But I must go back for the Pearl +Princess,” he declared. And although the +Thoughtful Snail grumbled that he had +not come to get any sort of princess, Silverboy +would not think of going without her. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_53">[53]</span>He took her by the hand and led her out; +and when the Thoughtful Snail and the +Friendly Glowworm saw how beautiful she +was, they were glad, indeed, that she had +not been left in the den to be devoured by +the Slippery Spider.</p> + +<p>Down the little lane they all went, and +at every step Silverboy and the Pearl Princess +grew larger, until when they were +near the opening, they had to crouch and +creep to get through it at all. Silverboy was +so glad to find himself growing taller again +that he did not care a straw for that, and +he only laughed when the briers tore his +hands and his face as he tried his best to +keep their sharp points from the Pearl +Princess.</p> + +<p>At last they were out of the lane, and +the Thoughtful Snail cried:—</p> + +<p>“Come, Silverboy, come. Don’t wait. The +Slippery Spider may be here at any moment”; +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_54">[54]</span>for he had forgotten that Silverboy +was large enough now to kill a hundred +Slippery Spiders.</p> + +<p>But Silverboy stood gazing into the face +of the Pearl Princess as if he was bewitched.</p> + +<p>“I never, never saw any one so beautiful,” +he cried. “Dear Pearl Princess, I’m +a man now. Won’t you marry me?”</p> + +<p>“Yes,” replied the Pearl Princess, “I +will; that is,” she added, “I will, if you +will promise never to tell any one that once +I was smaller than a spider.”</p> + +<p>Silverboy was now a tall young man. +He led the Pearl Princess with one hand +and carried the Thoughtful Snail and the +Friendly Glowworm in the other, and they +all went across fields and meadows and +brooks, through forests and forests, and up +the highest of all mountains to the Wonder +Palace of the Moon Lady.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_55">[55]</span>Then there was rejoicing that <i>was</i> rejoicing +from the very bottom of the palace +to the top. The candy room threw its door +open and begged to be eaten. The toys set +to playing all of their own accord. The +brooks ran faster than brooks ever ran before +and made prettier little dimples and +ripples than any other brooks ever made. +The ponies began to trot and prance and +canter. The gardens became more beautiful +than any one ever dreamed that even a +garden could be. The Moon King and Silvergirl +were married, and Silverboy and +the Pearl Princess were married, and the +Thoughtful Snail and the Friendly Glowworm +danced at the weddings.</p> + +<p>The air was full of all the music that +ever was in all the world; but from another +mountain a sound came across the valley, +and up, up, to the Wonder Palace, that was +not music, but a most mournful sighing. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_56">[56]</span>When the Moon Lady heard it, her face +grew pink, and she turned away and looked +out of the window on the farther side of +the palace.</p> + +<p>“Heigh, there!” cried the Moon King. +“Who is that sighing on the night of my +wedding? Find him and give him whatever +he wants. Do you know him, sister? +What does he want?”</p> + +<p>“I think it must be that he wants me,” +replied the Moon Lady demurely.</p> + +<p>“That’s—that’s—why, that’s—” +stammered the Moon King, and stood +staring straight at his sister, too much +surprised to say another word.</p> + +<p>“It’s the Gentle Giant over on the other +mountain,” Silverboy explained. “He said +he would not drag away the trees of the +All-Alone Axe if the Moon Lady would +marry him.”</p> + +<p>“And so, my Moon Lady sister, you’re +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_57">[57]</span>going to marry the Gentle Giant to save +the trees of the All-Alone Axe, are you?” +exclaimed the Moon King in amazement.</p> + +<p>“I think perhaps I will,” replied the +Moon Lady, with one of her little rippling +laughs. “I don’t see any other way to keep +him from sighing, and you don’t like to +hear sighing.”</p> + +<p>“Well, I never thought of such a thing!” +declared the Moon King.</p> + +<p>And the Moon Lady retorted gayly, “I +did, then. I’ve thought of it as many times +as three, and I’m going to do it. He’s the +best giant in all the world, and I’m going +to marry him whenever he—”</p> + +<p>Just then there was a commotion outside, +as if some one was crashing through +the forest in a great hurry. There was a +tramping and a stamping, and the face of +the Gentle Giant appeared at the door, all +ashine with pleasure.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_58">[58]</span>“I heard you, I heard you,” he cried. +“I heard you down the mountain, and I’ve +come to get you. We’ll be married this +very night, we will.” And the Gentle Giant +clapped his hands and danced and sang +and laughed out of pure happiness.</p> + +<p>So there was another wedding in the +palace, and then they all set off to carry +the Moon Lady to the home of the Gentle +Giant. The Thoughtful Snail and the +Friendly Glowworm went, too, for Silverboy +carried one, and the Pearl Princess +carried the other. The Friendly Glowworm +shone so bright that no one noticed a +strange thing that was happening. Something +else had joined the wedding procession. +It was the Wonder Palace itself. After +a little while it disappeared. It went +up the mountain a shorter way, and when +they came to the great door of the house +of the Gentle Giant and looked in, behold, +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_59">[59]</span>it was all aglow with light; and no wonder, +for there were sunbeams and rainbows +and dewdrop sparkles and waterfall gleams +and fireplace sparks and Northern light +glimmerings, all in one brilliant and glorious +tangle. In the midst of it and round +about it was all the music of all the world, +for the whole Wonder Palace had slipped +in through the farther door.</p> + +<p>“The Thoughtful Snail and I have +brought our houses with us,” said the bride +as quietly as if she always traveled with a +palace for a companion. “But, truly,” she +whispered to the Gentle Giant, “I did not +know it was coming.”</p> + +<p>“Everything bright and beautiful is +where you are,” he whispered back.</p> + +<p>So it was that the Gentle Giant won his +beautiful bride; that the trees of the All-Alone +Axe were never again dragged away; +and that the Wizard Squirrel was never +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_60">[60]</span>driven from his home in the Ancient +Oak.</p> + +<p>But all this time the father and the +mother were in their cottage far away in +the depths of the forest. At twilight the two +often sat in the doorway and talked about +their children.</p> + +<p>“They will come home some day,” declared +the mother bravely.</p> + +<p>“We shall never see them again,” said +the father.</p> + +<p>One night as they were saying this, they +heard from far away a tramping of many +horses. Up the forest road they came, their +hoofs beating softly on the mossy ground. +When they were in full sight, the father and +the mother saw, first, a long line of knights +in red armor, riding on milk-white horses; +then a line of knights in blue armor, riding +on horses black as the darkness itself. So +they came. There were knights in green and +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_61">[61]</span>knights in yellow; and last of all, there were +three chariots abreast and an empty one +behind them. The chariot on the left was +made of steel that flashed in the light of the +torches. In it sat a handsome young man. +Beside him was his princess, and she was all +aglow with softly gleaming pearls. On the +right was an immense chariot of silver, and +in this was a giant with so gentle a face that +no one could ever be afraid of him, even +though he was so large. He, too, had a bride +sitting beside him. She had strings and +strings of opals about her throat. Over +them and over her face played a soft clear +light that was almost like the moonbeams +on the water. Between these two chariots +was a third. It was all ablaze with diamonds, +and in it sat one that every one +who looked upon him would have known +to be a king. The shadows were growing +deeper, but a brilliant light that did not +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_62">[62]</span>come from the torches was all about him +and his beautiful bride. Whenever they +spoke or looked at each other, the light +flashed joyfully and made all around them +as bright as day.</p> + +<p>The father and the mother sat in the +door, saying never a word, but looking and +looking and looking. The wonderful procession +swept past their humble little cottage, +until the three chariots were in front +of the door. Then they stopped. The father +and the mother rose quickly and bowed +themselves before the king.</p> + +<p>“It is ordered that you shall no longer +dwell in this cottage,” he said gravely.</p> + +<p>At first the father and the mother were +too grieved and alarmed to speak, but +finally the mother plucked up courage to +plead:—</p> + +<p>“O king, if you will only let us stay +here till the children come home! We will +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_63">[63]</span>do never a bit of harm. We won’t even pick +up the dead sticks for firewood, or the dry +grass to make our bed. If we go away, the +children will not know where to find us, +and we shall never see them again. Please, +please let us stay till we have seen them +just once more.”</p> + +<p>The king shook his head sternly and +said:—</p> + +<p>“You are to live here no longer.”</p> + +<p>Then the father hid his face in his hands +and the mother threw her apron over her +head; but in a moment the young man +had sprung down from the chariot of steel +and was crying, “Father, father, don’t you +know your own boy?” And the beautiful +young woman who had been in the chariot +that was all a-glitter with diamonds had +pulled the apron away from the face of the +mother and was crying, “Mother, mother, +have you forgotten your own daughter?”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_64">[64]</span>The Moon King sent away the knights, +and then he and Silvergirl, the Pearl Princess +and Silverboy, and the Moon Lady +and the Gentle Giant sat down together +on the soft grass just outside the cottage. +Such stories as they had to tell of the search +for the silver door! They told about the +Wizard Squirrel, the All-Alone Axe, the +Wonder Palace, the Slippery Spider, and no +one can say how many other folk. They +talked and talked and talked; and while +they were talking, they heard a funny little +chattering over their heads. They all looked +up, and there on the bough of a pine tree sat +the Wizard Squirrel and the All-Alone Axe, +hobnobbing in the most sociable way, while +the Friendly Glowworm and the Thoughtful +Snail, who had come, of course, with the rest +of the company and were now sitting on +the moss at the foot of the tree, were staring +at them with all their eyes, for they had +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_65">[65]</span>never before seen an axe and a squirrel +dancing together on a branch.</p> + +<p>For three days and three nights the +happy people talked of the wonderful +things that had happened. Then Silvergirl +said:—</p> + +<p>“But, father and mother, you haven’t +asked for the silver door.”</p> + +<p>“Little we care for silver doors,” they +cried, “now that we have our children back +again.”</p> + +<p>“But we have one for you. It is in the +country of the Moon King; and when you +go through the silver door, you come into +a golden palace. Will you come with us +and stay all your lives long?”</p> + +<p>“Yes, we will come,” said the father and +the mother, and they stepped joyfully into +the golden chariot that had been empty +before.</p> + +<p>Then the knights came back and lifted +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_66">[66]</span>their plumed hats and bowed before the +father and the mother. They all rode away +and away and away from the gloomy forest +to the happy country of the Moon King; +and when a messenger last came from that +country, they were all living together in the +greatest peace and happiness in the beautiful +golden palace with the silver door.</p> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_67">[67]</span> + +<h2 class="nobreak">KING HANSEL THE FIRST</h2> +</div> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_68">[68]</span></p> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_69">[69]</span> +<p class="ph3">KING HANSEL THE FIRST</p> +</div> + +<p class="drop-cap">THERE was once a boy named Hansel +who had lost his father, mother, and +sister. Some people thought that they had +been stolen by trolls, but no one knew certainly. +Everybody’s house was full, and +there was no room for the lonely little boy. +“There is nothing for you to do but to go +out into the world and seek your fortune,” +people said to him; so Hansel put on his +little cap and started out.</p> + +<p>He walked along the highway until he +came to a place where four roads met. The +first went through a forest; the second +went down a steep hill; the third led over +a sunny plain; and the fourth wound up a +bleak, rocky mountainside. “When one +has nowhere to go, one road is as good as +another,” said Hansel to himself, and he +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_70">[70]</span>looked at each in turn. The sun was warm +and the forest looked cool and shady, so +he decided to go through the forest.</p> + +<p>The road was soft and mossy. There were +many flowers along the way. Every little +while there were open glades that were red +with sweet wild strawberries. He often +stopped to pick them, and as he went +along, he said to himself, “It isn’t so bad +a thing, after all, to have to seek one’s fortune—if +I only had a father and mother +to go back to after I have found it. Such a +pleasant road as this must lead to some +beautiful place. Maybe I shall come to a +palace. It will be made of gold, of course, +and the windows will sparkle like diamonds. +I will go around to the smallest +back door and ask, ‘Do you want a boy to +herd the sheep or the cattle?’ The king’s +man will answer, ‘Yes, we do. Come in and +we will pay you a silver penny every month.’ +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_71">[71]</span>I can grow up fast, and some day, when the +king’s daughter is crossing the river, she +will fall in and I—”</p> + +<p>These thoughts were broken in upon by +a pitiful noise of a sort that the boy had +never heard before. It sounded a little like +the crowing of a cock, but it was hoarse +and half-stifled. “Some creature is in +trouble,” said Hans to himself. “I’ll hurry +on and see what it is.” He ran down the +road, and every minute the crying sounded +louder and more distressed. At last he came +to a tiny clearing where a little hut was +standing. The door was closed and the +owner had evidently gone from home. Not +far from the house was a coop, and in the +coop was one lone cock.</p> + +<p>“Please give me some water,” he begged; +“I am dying of thirst.”</p> + +<p>“Where shall I find it?” Hansel asked.</p> + +<p>“Indeed, I don’t know,” the cock gasped. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_72">[72]</span>“The brook said it was tired of having +creatures drink it. ‘I don’t drink them,’ +it said, ‘and why should I let them drink +me?’ and then it ran off downhill as fast +as it could go. But do find me some water. +I am choking.”</p> + +<p>Hansel began to search for water, but +not a pool or a pond or a river or a brook +or a spring or a swamp could be found. +There was not even a drop of dew to carry +to the suffering cock, for the sun was warm +and even the dew had vanished. Then +Hansel went back and said:—</p> + +<p>“I have searched the country through, +and not a drop of water can I find.”</p> + +<p>“Then I shall die,” the cock groaned.</p> + +<p>“No, you won’t,” said the boy cheerily, +“for I’m going to dig a well for you.”</p> + +<p>Hansel looked all around the little place +and at last he found a spade. Then he +pulled off his jacket and began to dig. The +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_73">[73]</span>sun grew hotter and hotter, but still he +kept at it.</p> + +<p>“Have you found water yet?” cried the +cock, after a little while.</p> + +<p>“Not yet,” answered Hansel, “but the +farther I dig, the nearer I am to it,” and +he dug faster than ever.</p> + +<p>“Have you found it yet?” asked the +cock again, a little later.</p> + +<p>“The earth is moist,” Hansel answered; +but he was now so deep down in the hole +that his voice could hardly be heard.</p> + +<p>“Have you found it yet?” the cock +gasped faintly, after a few minutes. “I +can’t stand up any longer. I think I am +dying.”</p> + +<p>Hansel was now so deep down that he +could not hear the cock’s question; but +he gave it a good answer, nevertheless, +for he climbed out of the well as fast as +ever he could. The water was coming in +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_74">[74]</span>by pailfuls, and he carried his cap all full +and dripping to the thirsty cock.</p> + +<p>It was not long before the cock was as +well as ever. Hansel made a little trench +from the well to the coop so that the poor +thing should not suffer from thirst again. +Then he said:—</p> + +<p>“Good-bye, Friend Cock. I must go on +my way now, for I am seeking my fortune.”</p> + +<p>“But I haven’t thanked you yet,” said +the cock. “How shall I pay you for what +you have done for me?”</p> + +<p>“Oh, I don’t want any pay,” called +Hansel over his shoulder, for he was already +on his way.</p> + +<p>“But I have a gift for you,” cried the +cock, and Hansel went back. The cock +stretched his neck through the bars of the +coop. Something was in his bill.</p> + +<p>“This is for you,” he said, and he +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_75">[75]</span>dropped a little black seed into the boy’s +hand. “When you are in trouble, plant +that seed.”</p> + +<p>“Thank you very much,” said Hansel. +“I’ll keep it to remember you by,” and +he dropped it into his pocket. “Good-bye +again,” he called.</p> + +<p>“Oh, but wait a minute,” pleaded the +cock. “I have some advice for you.”</p> + +<p>“All right,” replied the boy good-naturedly. +“What is it? Advice isn’t heavy, +and I can carry it in the same pocket with +the seed.”</p> + +<p>“The first time that a giant asks you a +question, be sure to answer ‘Yes.’”</p> + +<p>“I hope I’ll not meet any giants, but if +I do, I’ll not forget,” Hansel promised. +“All good things are three, so good-bye +again.”</p> + +<p>“Then gifts should be three,” declared +the cock, “and the third is yet to come. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_76">[76]</span>This is a bit of advice, too. There’s no +good fortune down this road. Whoever +walks beyond this house comes to trouble. +Turn back and choose another way.”</p> + +<p>Hansel hesitated, for he remembered +how hot and sandy or rocky the other +roads looked; but he remembered, too, +what his old nurse used to say, “There’s +many and many a thing that the beasts +and birds know which men and women +have yet to learn.”</p> + +<p>“I’ll go back,” he said; “and now +good-bye for the last time.”</p> + +<p>“Good-bye,” called the cock, with a +cheery crow. “Don’t lose the seed and +don’t forget to say ‘Yes’ to the first question +that a giant asks you.”</p> + +<p>Then Hansel went back through the +forest, and it was not long before he came +to the place where the four roads met. +“One is as good as another,” he said to +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_77">[77]</span>himself again, “and I may as well take +the second.”</p> + +<p>At first it was not an easy road, for it +went down a steep hill covered with round +stones. The boy had to pick his way +among them as gingerly as if they had +been eggs. But when he was once at the +foot of the hill, it became a very pleasant +road, for it went along beside the shore of +a pretty lake. The tiny waves rippled up +against the yellow sand as if they thought +the little lake was a real ocean and themselves +real breakers. Pearly shells lay on +the shore. Hansel picked up a handful +and walked along tossing them up in the +air and catching them. Then he began to +talk to himself. He said:—</p> + +<p>“Nurse used to tell me about the King +of the Water World. He lives in a cave far +down in the ocean. He wears a crown of +pearls and he sits on a throne. The sun +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_78">[78]</span>never shines there, but the walls of the cave +are covered with rubies and emeralds, and +they sparkle so that it is as light as day. +When I come near his palace, I will ask if +he has any work that a boy can do. He +will say, ‘Yes, one of my mermaids has +been stolen away from me, and I will give +you half of my kingdom if you will bring +her back.’ Then I will go far and far and +farther than far. I will go through groves +of coral, over beds of green and blue and +yellow sea-mosses. I shall see shells of +crimson and silver and gold; but I won’t +stop for one of them. I’ll go on and on and +on till I come to the den of the sea-monster +that stole the mermaid. There’ll be a little +hole in her dungeon, and she will stretch +out her white hand and beckon me. I’ll +kill the dragon and—”</p> + +<p>“Meow, meow!” came to his ears; “help +me, help me!”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_79">[79]</span>“I know what that is, anyhow,” said the +boy to himself; and he called, “Pussy, pussy, +what’s the matter? I’m coming to help you. +But where are you?” he cried, for no cat +was in sight.</p> + +<p>“Meow, meow!” wailed the cat, and +Hansel began to search for her. Far out in +the lake was a tiny green island, and the +cries seemed to come from that, though +nothing was to be seen on it but a sandy +beach, a rock, and a tall tree. Hansel +waded out into the lake, but the water grew +deep so fast that he had to go back to the +shore. Still the pitiful cries continued. The +boy threw off his clothes and swam out to +the island. Behind the rock lay a heavy +bag, tied with seven knots; and it was from +the bag that the cries were coming.</p> + +<p>“Hold on, pussy, I’ll get you out,” he +said, and he set to work to untie the seven +knots. Each one was more difficult than +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_80">[80]</span>the ones before it, but at last the seventh +had been untied, and a poor, forlorn, yellow-and-black +cat crept out. Hansel stroked +her wet fur and rubbed it dry with some +bits of dead grass. The cat purred and +arched her back and rubbed her head +against his hand.</p> + +<p>“How did you happen to be in that +bag?” he asked.</p> + +<p>“Some one gave my master a pretty +gray cat,” she replied. “He said he did not +want two, and so he tied me up in the bag +and threw me into the lake.”</p> + +<p>“I’m glad I came along in time to get +you out,” said Hansel heartily. “If you +will sit on my shoulder, I will swim ashore +and carry you.”</p> + +<p>The cat sprang eagerly to his shoulder, +and he started to swim ashore. At first she +was as light as a feather, but before they +had gone far from the island, she began to +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_81">[81]</span>grow heavy. She grew heavier and heavier, +but the boy would not throw her off to drown. +He struggled on and came at last to the +shore, but he was so tired that he could +hardly stand. As he lay on the shore resting, +the cat scrambled about among the +bushes, and seemed to be searching for +something.</p> + +<p>After a little, the boy cried:—</p> + +<p>“Good-bye, pussy, good-bye. When a +boy is seeking his fortune, he must seek +it,” and he started to go on farther.</p> + +<p>“But I haven’t thanked you yet,” cried +the cat, running out of the bushes. “What +shall I give you for what you have done +for me?”</p> + +<p>“Oh, I don’t want any reward,” cried +Hansel. “I’m glad I got you out.”</p> + +<p>“But I have a gift for you,” called +the cat, and Hansel went back. The cat +dropped a tiny white seed into his hand. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_82">[82]</span>“When you are in trouble, plant that,” +she said.</p> + +<p>“Thank you, thank you,” said Hansel. +“I’ll keep it to remember you by,” and +he put it into his pocket to lie beside the +little black seed. “Good-bye again,” he +cried.</p> + +<p>“Ah, but wait a minute,” pleaded the +cat. “I have some advice for you.”</p> + +<p>“I am getting so much advice,” thought +Hansel, “that I am afraid I shall be a wise +man before I have made my fortune”; but +he said aloud, “All right, what is it? I can +carry it in another pocket.”</p> + +<p>“The second time that a giant asks you +a question, be sure to answer, ‘With salt.’”</p> + +<p>“With salt, with salt,” repeated the boy. +“To the first question I am to answer ‘Yes,’ +and to the second I must say, ‘With salt.’ +I certainly hope I shan’t meet any giants, +but if there’s nothing harder to do than +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_83">[83]</span>to answer a few questions, I can surely do +that. Good-bye again, I’m going on till I +find my fortune.”</p> + +<p>“But there’s no good fortune down this +road,” said the cat. “Whoever passes this +lake comes to trouble. Turn back and +choose another road.”</p> + +<p>The thought of that long, long hill with +the rolling stones was not very pleasant, +and Hansel hesitated; but the cat looked +at him so earnestly that at last he answered:—</p> + +<p>“All right, pussy, I’ll go back and I +won’t lose the little white seed.”</p> + +<p>“And don’t forget to say ‘With salt’ to +the second question,” cried the cat.</p> + +<p>“No, I won’t. Good-bye, pussy, good-bye.”</p> + +<p>Climbing the long hill was not nearly so +hard as he had expected, for he had rolled +so many of the round stones from the path +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_84">[84]</span>as he went down. Then, too, the sun was +no longer directly overhead. Indeed, the +air grew cooler and cooler, and when he +came to where the four roads met, it was +so cold that he had to blow on his fingers +to keep them from being stiff and numb.</p> + +<p>“I suppose a boy can seek his fortune +whether it is hot or cold,” thought Hansel, +and he set off bravely to walk in the third +road. This seemed to lead directly across +a vast plain; but he could not see very far, +for there were thick clouds of dust blowing +in little whirlwinds. “All this dust +must come from some great city,” thought +the boy. “Perhaps I shall come to it before +long. I will go straight to the Lord Mayor, +and say, ‘Sir Lord Mayor, is there anything +for a boy to do to make his fortune?’ +He will answer, ‘Yes, one of my ships is +all ready to sail. You may sail with her, and +if you have anything to venture, perhaps +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_85">[85]</span>you will make your fortune in one voyage. +What have you to send?’ Then I’ll say, +‘Sir Lord Mayor, I have a black seed and +a white one.’ No, I forget, if he happens to +be a giant, I must say ‘Yes’ to the first +question. That will be such nonsense that +he will think I am a philosopher, and he +will say, ‘I need another counselor, and +I’ll take you. You shall have a long red +gown and a white wig, and every morning +before breakfast you shall have a great +piece of red, red gold.’ I will say ‘Thank +you, I—’”</p> + +<p>Without thinking what he was about, +Hansel had been talking aloud; and now +the words were fairly blown from his lips, +for a great storm had suddenly arisen. Big +hailstones beat upon him. He was thrown +into the brambles and against the stones. +His cap was lost, his clothes were torn, and +he was almost exhausted when at last he +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_86">[86]</span>managed to get into the shelter of a high +rock that kept the biting wind from +him.</p> + +<p>It seemed to him that he had hardly taken +three long breaths before he heard a loud +buzzing. “Come and help us,” it said; +“come and help us.”</p> + +<p>“I knew cocks could talk,” thought +Hansel in surprise, “and cats can, of +course, but I never heard bees talk before. +They must be in some great trouble. I +can’t do anything to help them, that’s sure, +for it is all I can do to get my breath.”</p> + +<p>“Come and help us,” buzzed the bees, +until Hansel could not bear to hear their +pleading any longer and he asked:—</p> + +<p>“What is the matter?”</p> + +<p>“Our hive is blown over,” they replied. +“The storm came up so suddenly that +many bees are away, and when they come +back, they will not know where to go if +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_87">[87]</span>the hive is not in its place. Do put it back +for us.”</p> + +<p>“Surely, I can do so much for them if I +am tired,” thought Hansel; and he asked, +“Where does your hive belong?”</p> + +<p>“On top of this high rock,” they replied.</p> + +<p>“I shouldn’t think it would stay there +in this wind,” said Hansel to himself, +“but I suppose they know best. People +say that bees are wise, and maybe they +know some way of making it firm.”—“I +don’t know whether I can climb the rock +in this storm,” he said aloud, “but at +least I can try.”</p> + +<p>So Hansel took up the beehive carefully +and began to climb. It seemed at every +step as if the wind would surely blow him +away; but he kept on and on, and at last +he was at the top of the rock and had +put the hive into the place that the bees +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_88">[88]</span>pointed out. The storm grew worse and +worse until it almost seemed as if the rock +itself would be blown over.</p> + +<p>“I don’t see how your hive is going to +stay there,” said Hansel. “The moment I +let go, it will fall down and be blown to +nobody knows where.”</p> + +<p>“Please stay and hold it for us,” the +bees pleaded anxiously.</p> + +<p>“It’s all I can do to hold my head on +my shoulders,” replied Hansel.</p> + +<p>But the bees still begged, “Do stay and +help us, do help us.”</p> + +<p>“All right, I’ll try it,” said Hansel, +“but it looks as if the hive and the rock +and myself would all blow away together.”</p> + +<p>The wind blew as if it feared it would +never have another chance and meant to +make the best of this one. The rain fell, +not in drops, it seemed to Hansel, or in +pailfuls, but in whole pondfuls, in oceanfuls. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_89">[89]</span>He threw one arm around the hive +and the other around a jagged point of +rock, and there he clung for dear life. It +was a hard pull for the tired boy, but +after a while the storm cleared as suddenly +as it had arisen. Many of the wandering +bees returned and made their way +into the hive and were safe. The other +bees buzzed a welcome to them, and Hansel +could not help being glad that he had +saved their home. They clustered around +Hansel and buzzed their thanks into his +ear. They gave him all the honey he could +eat and a fine large piece of comb to carry +away with him.</p> + +<p>“But where are you going?” they asked.</p> + +<p>“Everywhere and nowhere,” answered +Hansel. “I haven’t any father or any +mother or any place to stay in, and I am +going out into the world to seek my +fortune.”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_90">[90]</span>“There’s no good fortune to be found +on this road,” declared the bees. “You +must go back to where the four roads +meet and choose another.”</p> + +<p>“There are roads enough in the world,” +said Hansel with a laugh, “but somehow +none of them seem to be the right +ones.”</p> + +<p>“Every one has his own road,” said the +bees. “Some find it in one day, some in +two days, and some in three days, but +there is surely a road.”</p> + +<p>“All right, I’ll go back and try the road +uphill,” Hansel said. “Bees are wise, I +know. Can you tell me whether I shall +find my fortune on that road? The mountain +is so steep that I am sure I should +break my neck if I had to come down it +by night; and then, too, there are no more +roads to try.”</p> + +<p>“We must not say any more,” buzzed the +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_91">[91]</span>bees, “but we can make you a gift that +will be of help in time of need”; and they +brought out from the farthest corner of the +hive a tiny seed as yellow as their own +honey. “Take good care of this,” they said, +“for the time will come when you will have +need of it. And there is one thing more; +we have some advice for you.”</p> + +<p>“I’ve had two pieces already,” rejoined +Hansel, laughing, “and yet I don’t seem to +be wise enough to find the right road.”</p> + +<p>“At least, we can tell you something +that will keep you from going where you +do not wish to go,” buzzed the bees.</p> + +<p>“Thank you kindly,” said Hansel. “I +will put it into my jacket pocket with the +other pieces. When one has not much else +to carry, he can surely carry a piece of +advice. What is it, then?”</p> + +<p>“To the third question that a giant asks +you, be sure to answer, ‘In the land and +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_92">[92]</span>in the sea,’” replied the bees earnestly. +“Do not forget.”</p> + +<p>“No, I’ll remember,” Hansel promised. +“To the first question I am to say ‘Yes’; +to the second, ‘With salt’; and to the third, +‘In the land and in the sea.’ I hope no one +will ask me a fourth question, for I’d have +to answer that all out of my own wit. Now +good-bye. Thank you kindly for the honey +and the seed and the bit of advice. I’ll +turn back and go up the mountain if I can +see to find the road.” He waved his hand +in farewell, turned back, and crossed the +plain once more.</p> + +<p>Before long he was at the place where +the four roads met. He could not exactly +“choose” which one to take, for there was +only one left that he had not tried; but he +gazed for at least three minutes at the long, +winding way that disappeared in the shadows. +He fancied that there was a heavy +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_93">[93]</span>stone castle at the top of the mountain, +but it was fast growing dusky and he could +not be sure whether what he saw was not +a gray cloud. It was a lonely road to follow +in the twilight, and Hansel could not help +thinking of the other boys who were safe +in their own homes; but he was a stout-hearted +little fellow, and he said to himself, +“I suppose that if a boy is seeking his fortune, +he must seek it; and since the end +of the road won’t come to me, why, then, +I’ll go to the end of the road.” And he set +off bravely to climb the mountain.</p> + +<p>The road wound about and went in +many zigzags, but at last Hansel was at +the top of the mountain. Sure enough, +there was a great stone castle that towered +up till the battlements really seemed to +reach the clouds. Hansel walked timidly +up to the gate and knocked. No one answered. +He knocked again, for it was so +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_94">[94]</span>dark and wild on the hill that he began +to feel afraid. “If they will only let me +come in,” he thought, “and give me a bit +of straw to lie on, I don’t care for any +grand fortune”; and he knocked a third +time.</p> + +<p>Then the gate was opened a little way, +and a great coarse hand as large as Hansel’s +whole body was stretched out and pulled +him in through the opening. Of course, +the hand belonged to a giant, who was almost +as tall as the walls of the castle. The +boy ventured to put his head back and take +one look at the giant’s face. It would have +been frightful enough in any case, for it +looked so hateful; but it was especially +startling because it had three eyes, one +above each ear and one on the top of the +head. The giant could see best with that, +and now he bent his head over and glared +at Hansel with it. This eye was red and +fiery, and at its flashing the boy felt as +though the lightning was about to strike +him. The giant gazed a minute or two and +then called:—</p> + +<figure class="figcenter" style="width: 450px;"> + <img src="images/i_108.jpg" width="450" height="633" alt=""> + <figcaption> + <p class="caption">A GREAT COARSE HAND PULLED HIM IN</p> + </figcaption> +</figure> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_95">[95]</span>“Brothers Humpkin and Lumpkin, +here’s a boy.”</p> + +<p>“Let’s eat him, Brother Mumpkin,” +cried two harsh voices, and immediately +two more dreadful giants came shambling +out of the castle keep. One had three ears, +and the other had three mouths. This third +giant was Lumpkin, and he was the most +horrible of the three, for he was continually +grating his teeth and mumbling his heavy +lips.</p> + +<p>“We’ll eat him, well eat him,” they +cried; but when they caught sight of the +boy and saw how small and thin he was, +they laughed scornfully.</p> + +<p>“He’ll be only a mouthful apiece for +us,” said Humpkin. Lumpkin, however, +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_96">[96]</span>began to feel the boy’s ribs and thighs, +pinching him now and then to see if the +flesh was firm and solid.</p> + +<p>“Maybe he’ll not be so bad,” said Lumpkin. +“Well put him into one of the dungeons, +and in a day or two we’ll have a +feast. These little creatures are small, but +they are tender.”</p> + +<p>Now one giant would have been enough +to frighten anybody, but with three such +monsters before him it is no wonder that +Hansel was white with terror. Mumpkin +held him up by the back of the neck as if +he was a kitten and demanded:—</p> + +<p>“Do they eat boys in the land of the +Pogglywogs?”</p> + +<p>If Hansel had answered, “I don’t know,” +the giant would probably have retorted, +“You’ll find out that we do here,” and +perhaps have taken a bite on the instant, +but Hansel in all his terror had not forgotten +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_97">[97]</span>his promise to the cock, and he faltered, +“Yes.”</p> + +<p>“Listen to that!” cried Humpkin. “Now +we’ll know how the Pogglywogs do it, for +we must do like them if we want to grow +any taller.”</p> + +<p>Then Mumpkin gave the boy a pinch to +make sure that he was attending and asked +in a voice that sounded like distant thunder:—</p> + +<p>“How do they eat them?”</p> + +<p>“With salt,” answered the boy faintly.</p> + +<p>“He says, ‘With salt,’” repeated Mumpkin. +“What’s salt? I never saw any. You +boy, where do they find salt?”</p> + +<p>“In the sea and in the land,” answered +the boy.</p> + +<p>“‘In the sea and in the land,’” repeated +Mumpkin. “There’s one thing sure, we +must have some salt, whatever it may be. +Humpkin, if you will take the boy to the +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_98">[98]</span>dungeon, I’ll go out and look the land +through for some salt.”</p> + +<p>So poor Hansel was taken to the dungeon +and left there. Giants are usually dull, and +although these monsters wanted him to +grow fat, it never entered their stupid +heads that they must give him anything to +eat. They shut the door, locked and bolted +it, and went away, thinking what a dainty +morsel would be ready for them when +Mumpkin came back with the salt.</p> + +<p>“It won’t take him long to find it,” said +Humpkin. “That third eye of his can see +all there is to see.”</p> + +<p>“I wonder where he will go,” said +Lumpkin.</p> + +<p>“Oh, not farther than the foot of the +hill,” declared Humpkin. “There isn’t +much land beyond.”</p> + +<p>While they were talking, Mumpkin was +plunging down the hill. He kicked the +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_99">[99]</span>great stones from his path as if they were +only so many pebbles, and he tore up the +bushes and little trees along his way. It +was night, of course, but that made no difference, +for, as any three-eyed person knows, +one who has three eyes can see as well in +the night as in the daytime. When he came +to the foot of the hill, he looked around at +the different roads. He did not know anything +about salt and thought it was as +likely to grow on trees as anywhere else, so +he started to go through the forest. With +two eyes he looked at the trees on either +side of the way and with the third, the one +on the top of his head, he kept close watch +of the moon. “I heard once that the moon +was made of green cheese,” he said to himself, +“and maybe salt is a kind of cheese.”</p> + +<p>Now Mumpkin was not at all used to +thinking, and he was so tired by this effort +that he had to sit down to rest. He fell +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_100">[100]</span>asleep and slept a long while. He was +awakened by a loud “Cock-a-doodle-doo!” +directly in front of him. The giant rubbed +his three eyes and looked around. A big +handsome cock was strutting up and down +in the path, looking at the monster as if +he were a new kind of worm that might +or might not be good to eat.</p> + +<p>“Get out of the road!” roared the +giant.</p> + +<p>“With pleasure,” replied the cock. It +gave a little flutter with its wings and in +a moment it was resting comfortably on +the giant’s left shoulder.</p> + +<p>“Yah! Get off!” the giant growled.</p> + +<p>“Certainly,” the cock replied, “but if +you knew how much I know, you would be +glad to have me whisper in your ear.”</p> + +<p>“I’ll wring your neck,” roared the giant, +and put up his hand to catch the cock; but +in a twinkling the bird was on the limb +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_101">[101]</span>of a tree higher than even a giant could +well reach.</p> + +<p>“Are you going farther down this road?” +the cock asked.</p> + +<p>“Yes, I am,” said the giant. “I am +going to find salt; but it’s no business of +yours.”</p> + +<p>“May I give you a bit of advice?” asked +the cock politely.</p> + +<p>“Keep your advice to yourself,” the giant +growled.</p> + +<p>“But I have to give it,” said the cock. +“That is what I am put here for. It is this: +Do not go down this road any farther. +There is no salt here, and if you go, something +will surely happen to you.”</p> + +<p>“Something might happen to you, you +stupid little bunch of bill and feathers,” +shouted the giant angrily, “but things +don’t happen to folk as big as I am, I’ll +have you know.” And he started off down +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_102">[102]</span>the road faster than he had ever walked +before in all his life.</p> + +<p>For a long while nothing happened except +that the trees grew taller and taller; +but suddenly the giant heard a growling +which sounded louder than any growling +that he had ever heard before, and in a +moment a dreadful creature came out of +the woods. It was a thousand times as big +as the giant. Its enormous tail switched +from side to side. It walked on four legs, +and when it stretched one of them out, the +giant saw that it was armed with sharp +claws almost as long as his whole body. +The creature was covered with a thick +growth of yellow-and-black hair which stood +on end at the sight of the strange object +in the road. It glared at him with horrible +great yellow eyes, and then put out one +big paw to touch him and rolled him over +and over in the dust. Never was a giant +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_103">[103]</span>so terribly frightened before. The monster +tumbled him about and played with him +awhile, then gave a great yawn which revealed +a vast cavern of a mouth as red as +a fiery furnace, and walked away.</p> + +<p>The giant lay trembling, but after a time +he shook himself and turned toward home. +“Salt or no salt, I’ll go no farther,” he declared. +“I’ll go home, and I’ll run faster +than any giant ever ran before.”</p> + +<p>He ran as fast as he could, but somehow +he did not get over the ground at all rapidly. +It seemed a long way from one tree to another. +He was tired and he was thirsty. +He stopped at a clear, quiet little pool to +get a drink. A beetle sat in the bottom of +the pool, looking straight at him. “I never +saw a beetle like that in the water before,” +growled the giant, and he made an ugly +face at it. The beetle did the same, but +made no reply. The giant drank what he +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_104">[104]</span>wanted and went on. It was a long, long +way. The sun rose and the sun set many +and many a time, but at last the giant was +at the gate of the castle.</p> + +<p>“Let me in,” he cried. “I tell you, let +me in.” He pounded on the gate with all +his might, and at last he heard his brothers +coming. “I’ll kill them,” he growled, +“for keeping me out here,” and he thumped +louder than ever. At last Lumpkin opened +the gate.</p> + +<p>“It is strange, isn’t it,” he said, “that +Mumpkin does not come. I suppose he’s +found something good to eat, another boy, +maybe, and he means to keep it all for himself. +I don’t care whether he comes or not, +but I want that salt. Ugh! what a horrid +beetle that is,” and he crushed it with his +foot. This was the end of Mumpkin. The +forest was no ordinary forest, of course, +but an enchanted wilderness; and whoever +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_105">[105]</span>went too far in it turned into some wild +creature. The giant had not found it out, +but he had really been a beetle for a long, +long time, and the monster that had given +him such a fright was only a playful +cat.</p> + +<p>The brothers shut the gate and went into +the castle again. They were tired of waiting +for a mouthful of roasted boy, but they +were always afraid that the other race +of giants, the Pogglywogs, would become +larger than they; and now that they had +heard that the Pogglywogs ate salt with +their boys, they did not want to taste this +one without it.</p> + +<p>“I won’t wait any longer,” declared +Lumpkin. “I’m going to find some salt, +and what’s more, I won’t be so long about +it as that stupid lubber.” So the second +giant set out to search for salt. When he +came to the foot of the mountain, he looked +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_106">[106]</span>at the three roads and concluded to go +on the one that went still farther down. +The rolling stones gave him considerable +trouble, and more than once he had rather +a hard fall because of them. He was half-stunned +by the last tumble, and he lay on +the ground a minute or two before he tried +to get up. When he rose again and looked +around him, there stood a cock quietly +watching him.</p> + +<p>“May I ask,” said the cock politely, +“if you intend to go much farther on this +road?”</p> + +<p>“What’s that to you?” growled Lumpkin, +rubbing his bruised elbow and grating +his teeth horribly. “I’ll eat you, I will. I +always eat cocks.”</p> + +<p>“May I give you a bit of advice?” asked +the cock.</p> + +<p>“No,” the giant thundered. “I can make +advice for myself. Get out.”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_107">[107]</span>“But I have to give it,” said the cock +quietly. “That is what I am put here +for. This is it: Do not go down this road +any farther. There is no salt here, and if +you go, something will surely happen to +you.”</p> + +<p>“Something will happen to <i>you</i>!” +shouted the giant, and with all three +mouths at once he tried to bite the cock’s +head off. The cock flew up on the limb of +a great tree, far above the head of the giant, +and sat there watching as the giant strode +off down the hill.</p> + +<p>It was not long before he came to a lake. +Now the giant had never seen water in that +form before. This looked smooth and easy +to walk on, so he set out to walk on it instead +of on the road. Even near the shore +the water was deep, and in a little less than +no time the giant was down on his knees +in the lake, spluttering and storming and +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_108">[108]</span>snarling and growling and grating his teeth +together as if he meant to eat even the +rocks and the sand.</p> + +<p>“There are better ways of getting over +the water than trying to walk on it,” said +a voice pleasantly.</p> + +<p>The giant staggered to his feet and looked +around.</p> + +<p>“Eh?” said he.</p> + +<p>“There are better ways of getting over +the water than trying to walk on it,” the +voice repeated; and now the giant saw that +it proceeded from a boat that was coming +nearer and nearer. In the boat was a yellow-and-black +cat, who bowed politely and +sat waiting for him to speak.</p> + +<p>“What’s that thing you’re in?” demanded +the giant.</p> + +<p>“This is a boat,” the cat replied. “With +it one can easily go on the water.”</p> + +<p>“Get out, I want it,” the giant growled.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_109">[109]</span>The cat’s yellow eyes began to look fiery, +but she asked very quietly:—</p> + +<p>“Are you sure that you can manage +it?”</p> + +<p>“Of course I can; I am a hundred times +as big as you.”</p> + +<p>“But I have a collar around my neck, +and you have none.”</p> + +<p>“I’ll have one, too,” the giant cried. +“Where’s the stuff you make it of?”</p> + +<p>“There’s some stuff you might use on +the ground on the farther side of that big +rock,” said the cat. “See that you make +it thick enough.”</p> + +<p>The giant picked up a great mass of the +stuff. It was lead and it was exceedingly +heavy, but he bent it and squeezed it and +pulled it and punched it and jammed it +and pounded it until he had made a collar +big enough to go over his head with only +the least bit of crowding. It would have +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_110">[110]</span>taken at least ten common men to lift +it, but the giant put it on without any +trouble.</p> + +<p>“Bring that boat to me,” he called in a +voice that would have frightened most cats +out of a year’s growth; but this one only +looked at him and slowly rowed the boat +up to the shore. Then she sprang out +lightly and curled herself up on a warm +rock. The giant stepped on the gunwale of +the boat with one of his enormous feet. +Then he lifted the other foot, and, of course, +the boat tipped over just as any other boat +would have done, and in a moment the +giant lay on the bottom of the lake. His +head with the leaden collar was down and +his heels were up; and up they stayed, for +this was the end of the three-mouthed giant +Lumpkin.</p> + +<p>“Folk that never use their heads ought +not to mind losing them,” said the cat, as +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_111">[111]</span>she yawned comfortably and stretched +herself out to take a nap.</p> + +<p>Meanwhile, several events had taken +place in the castle of the three giants. +Humpkin had more than once gone to the +top of the tower and listened first with +one ear, then with another, and then with +all three; but not a sound could he hear +of either Mumpkin or Lumpkin. “I rather +think they are killed,” he said, “and I’m +glad of it, for now I’ll eat that boy all by +myself. I don’t care anything about salt, +whatever it may be, and I’ll go straight to +the dungeon and get him.”</p> + +<p>Now several events had been happening +in the dungeon also. At first it was a very +white-faced and badly frightened boy who +lay there on the damp floor; but as hour +after hour passed and no one came to harm +him, he began to recover from his fright a +little and to look about him to see if there +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_112">[112]</span>was any way of making his escape. The +walls were of stone, the window was far +above his head, and the door was evidently +locked and bolted. What could he do?</p> + +<p>While he sat pondering, he thought he +heard a sound on the other side of the wall +as if some one was speaking. He could see +a tiny crack in the wall, so he lay down on +the floor and put his ear to the crack. Then +he heard a voice that asked:—</p> + +<p>“Who are you?”</p> + +<p>“I’m a boy, and my name is Hansel. I +came out to seek my fortune. The cock and +the cat and the bees wouldn’t let me go on +the other roads, and so I came here, and the +giants caught me. They say they mean to +eat me. Who are you?”</p> + +<p>“I am a magician,” the voice replied.</p> + +<p>“Then why don’t you tear the castle +down or kill the giants or call up an earthquake +or do something?” the boy cried. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_113">[113]</span>“I always thought magicians could do +anything they chose.”</p> + +<p>“So they can if they choose something +that they can do,” declared the voice. “But +even magicians,” he added, “cannot do +everything without anything.”</p> + +<p>“Can’t you draw a magic circle so the +giants can’t touch you?” asked Hansel.</p> + +<p>“I could if I had anything to draw it +with,” said the magician, “but I haven’t.”</p> + +<p>“I haven’t even a crumb of anything +to eat,” said Hansel, “and I am hungry as +hungry.”</p> + +<p>“Haven’t you a bit of bread or a kernel +of corn or a grain of wheat about you?”</p> + +<p>“Not one. I have only three little seeds +of nobody knows what; a black one that a +cock gave me; a yellow one that some bees +gave me; and a white one that a cat gave +me. They’re of no use; they wouldn’t +make a mouthful for a sparrow.”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_114">[114]</span>“Maybe they will for a boy, though,” said +the magician thoughtfully. “I shouldn’t +be in the least surprised if they were magic +seeds. At any rate, they are of no use as +they are, and you may as well plant them +and see what will come up.”</p> + +<p>“There’s no earth to plant them in,” +said Hansel.</p> + +<p>“That’s no matter,” replied the magician. +“Magic seeds do not need earth. +Just lay one of them down in a corner +and say over it:—</p> + +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="poetry"> +<div class="verse">I plant thee, seed,</div> +<div class="verse">Now in my need.</div> +<div class="verse">Be not afraid</div> +<div class="verse">To lend thy aid.”</div> +</div></div> + +<p>So many strange things had come to +pass that Hansel was almost afraid to have +anything to do with the seeds; but he +finally decided to plant the yellow one, +and then, if nothing dreadful happened, +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_115">[115]</span>to plant the black one, and after that, the +white. He laid the yellow one down gently, +repeated the magician’s spell over it, and +turned away. Before he could get across +the little room, he felt something touch his +shoulder. It was a branch of a tree, and +was loaded with bright red apples; another +was full of thick slices of bread and butter +well sprinkled with sugar; from another +hung many little buckets of creamy milk; +another was weighted down with cake and +gingerbread; another with sugar cookies; +and yet another with tender, juicy roast beef +and roast chicken. While he stood gazing +at all these things, the tree kept on growing; +and even before the hungry boy could +put out his hand for a single mouthful, it +had almost reached the top of the room, +and every branch had something good on +it.</p> + +<p>Hansel threw himself on the floor beside +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_116">[116]</span>the crack in the wall and told the magician +of the amazing thing that had happened. +“I wish I could get through this +wall,” he said, “so I could give you something +to eat. Can’t you dig through it?” +he asked eagerly. “Haven’t you any +knife?”</p> + +<p>“The giants took it away,” replied the +magician; “but never mind. Since your +seeds are magic seeds, there is hope for +us, and I don’t mind going hungry for a +while. Be quick and plant another and see +what will come of it.”</p> + +<p>Hansel planted the tiny black seed, saying +over the same magic spell. He did not +turn his back this time, you may be sure; +but now, although a little shoot came up +at once, it grew more slowly, and it was at +least ten minutes before it bore any fruit. +Even when the fruit appeared, it did not +look very valuable, for it was only one pod, +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_117">[117]</span>long and brown and thick. Hansel told +the magician about it, and before he had +fairly finished speaking, he heard something +drop heavily on the floor behind +him. The pod had ripened and burst and +the fruit had fallen out—the biggest, +sharpest, strongest jackknife that was ever +made in all the world.</p> + +<p>“Oh, oh!” cried Hansel. “Now, Mr. +Magician, I can dig through this wall.”</p> + +<p>That would not have been so easily done +with any common knife; but this one actually +seemed to dig of itself, for whether +Hansel was holding it or not, it kept on +working and the bits of stone kept on +falling. It was not many minutes before +the hole was large enough for a boy to +creep through; and through it Hansel went +with his hands full of bread and butter +and gingerbread and roast beef.</p> + +<p>If only there had been no giants to fear, +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_118">[118]</span>the boy and the magician would have had +a delightful time together. Even as it was, +they had so much to tell that for a little +while they forgot all about the third seed. +At last the magician thought of it and he +said:—</p> + +<p>“There is no knowing how soon the +giants may come upon us. Hurry back and +plant the third seed and see what help that +will give us.”</p> + +<p>Then Hansel crept back and planted the +little white seed. That was even slower +than the black one in coming up; but yet +it was not many minutes before it was up +to Hansel’s knees and had begun to form +its fruit. Never was there such fruit seen +before. It was perfectly white and round +and hard. After a while it fell off, and Hansel +in great disappointment carried it to +the magician.</p> + +<p>“Here it is,” he said, “but it is no +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_119">[119]</span>good at all. It looks just like a piece of +chalk.”</p> + +<p>Much to his surprise, the magician +clapped his hands and cried:—</p> + +<p>“This is best of all. Now we are safe. +Come giant or dwarf or troll or demon, +they cannot harm us.”</p> + +<p>Hansel was afraid the magician had gone +mad, but in a moment he understood. The +white fruit really was chalk, and in only two +or three seconds longer than no time at all, +the magician was down on his knees, drawing +a magic circle about himself and the +boy as fast as ever he could.</p> + +<p>“There!” he said, with a deep sigh of +relief. “Nothing can hurt us now. There’s +something else for you to know. The magic +seeds were given to you, and, therefore, you +have the right to ask three questions. What +is the first?”</p> + +<p>It did not take Hansel long to think what +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_120">[120]</span>he wanted to know, and without a moment’s +delay he cried:—</p> + +<p>“Please tell me where is the terrible +giant with three eyes?”</p> + +<p>“He lies dead outside the gate of the +castle,” said a voice.</p> + +<p>“Where is the one with the three +mouths?”</p> + +<p>“His feet are in the air, his head in the +water, and he is drowned as dead as a +stone,” replied the voice.</p> + +<p>“And where is the one with the three +ears?”</p> + +<p>“He stands outside the dungeon and is +just about to open the door,” was the reply; +and sure enough, the bolts were drawn, +the key was turned, and the giant Humpkin +strode into the room.</p> + +<p>“How did you get here, you young rascal, +you?” he roared. “I put you into the +other dungeon to wait till I came to eat +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_121">[121]</span>you. You’ll pay for this, you will.” Humpkin +caught him by the arm, or rather, tried +to catch him, for the instant the giant put +one foot within the circle, something or +other struck him a heavy blow. He tried +again, and this time he was struck so terribly +that he howled with pain and fright +and ran for his life, leaving all the doors +wide open behind him.</p> + +<p>“Come,” cried the magician; “come +quick!” He caught the boy by the hand +and half dragged him out of the dungeon. +“Stay there,” he said when they +had come to the courtyard, and he himself +ran through the gate of the castle. +Then, while Humpkin was half running +and half rolling down the mountain, the +magician, too, was running as fast as he +could go, making a wide chalk mark entirely +around the castle. When this was +done, he went back into the court, not +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_122">[122]</span>troubling himself to close the gate, and +called to Hansel.</p> + +<p>“Come, let’s go up into the tower,” he +said, “and see what will happen.”</p> + +<p>They climbed to the top of the highest +tower and looked around. Pretty soon they +saw Humpkin come stumbling up the hill, +snarling and growling and by turns rubbing +his head and shaking his great fist. +“I’ll be there,” he muttered, “and then +you’ll pay for this, you will. I’ll eat you +both before you can say—‘Oh! Oh!’” +he screeched, for again he had touched the +magic circle, and a third blow, worse than +either of the others, had sent him a quarter +of a league from the gate. He tried again +and again, but as he made the third attempt, +a swarm of bees flew into his face, +buzzing and stinging so savagely that they +drove him over the cliff. This cliff was so +high that he broke into pieces long before +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_123">[123]</span>he reached the bottom, such small pieces +that as yet no one has ever found even one +of them.</p> + +<p>After the magician and Hansel had seen +the last of the giant, they came down from +the tower and began to look through the +castle. Of course there were, as in every +giant’s castle, rooms upon rooms filled +from floor to ceiling with silver and gold; +there were others fairly crammed with +diamonds and rubies and emeralds and +pearls.</p> + +<p>“You will be the richest boy in the +whole land,” said the magician. “You are +king, of course.”</p> + +<p>“Why, aren’t you going to be king?” +asked the boy, with wide-open eyes.</p> + +<p>“King? No, not I. I am a magician,” +was the proud reply. “Only let me have +a quiet tower where no one ever slams the +doors or interrupts me when I am making +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_124">[124]</span>my calculations, and I would not give a fig +for all the gold and jewels in the castle. +But come, now, and let us go down into the +dungeons. There may be some one else +shut up there.”</p> + +<p>Down into the dungeons they went. The +giant’s keys were sticking in the door of +the dungeon where the magician had been +shut up. Room after room was unlocked, +but no one was to be seen.</p> + +<p>“We must have been the only prisoners,” +said the magician. “There seem to +be no more rooms.”</p> + +<p>“I thought I saw a little door out of that +dark place under the stairs,” Hansel said. +“Maybe that’s a room.”</p> + +<p>“We’ll see,” said the magician, and he +tried key after key, but none of them fitted. +“I fancy there’s a touch of magic about +this,” he said thoughtfully. “Some magician +must have been here and made this +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_125">[125]</span>lock. There’s one thing sure, what magic +has done, magic can undo.”</p> + +<p>He drew a circle entirely around the little +door and wrote some mysterious figures +and signs within it. He had hardly finished +the last one before the door flung itself +open. There stood a tall, stately man, and +by his side was a beautiful woman with +her arm thrown closely around a young girl +two or three years older than Hansel.</p> + +<p>Now comes the strangest part of the +whole story and the one that is hardest to +believe, for these three people proved to be +Hansel’s father and mother and sister. +They had really been stolen away by trolls, +as their friends thought, and had been put +into the dungeon of the giants for safe-keeping. +The trolls had been overcome by +other trolls who were stronger than they +and put to death. The giants were not +used to remembering things, and they had +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_126">[126]</span>forgotten all about their prisoners. Luckily, +Hansel’s father had some magic food +in his pockets, or else they would have +starved long before. There they were, alive +and well; and now Hansel, the lonely little +boy whom nobody wanted, had a father +and mother and sister, a powerful friend, +and rooms upon rooms filled with gold and +silver from floor to ceiling.</p> + +<p>The doors of the castle keep were flung +wide open. The sun shone in and the sweet, +strong wind blew through and through it +until every corner was fresh and pure. Little +flowers began to grow in the courtyard. +They showed their faces timidly at first, +but soon there were great companies of +them, bright and cheery and happy as ever +flowers could be. Vines ran up the walls +and peered over into the very keep of the +castle. Some even slipped in through the +gratings of the dungeons to see what kind +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_127">[127]</span>of places they were. Night and day the +gates stood open, for there were no enemies +to be afraid of. Hansel grew into a +tall young man, and he ruled the country +so kindly and wisely that the people declared +there never was in all the wide +world so good a sovereign as their own +King Hansel the First.</p> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_128">[128]</span></p> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_129">[129]</span> + +<h2 class="nobreak">THE STAR PRINCESS</h2> +</div> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_130">[130]</span></p> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_131">[131]</span> +<p class="ph3">THE STAR PRINCESS</p> +</div> + +<p class="drop-cap">THERE was great rejoicing at the royal +palace. Flags waved from every tower. +Bright-colored silken streamers floated from +every window. Each maidservant had been +given a new gown and each servingman a +broad silver piece. Little bells were tinkling +joyously. Soft strains of music came +from one corner and another. The rejoicing +was not only at the palace, but throughout +the Island Kingdom. Men and women took +a holiday from their work. Children went +about the streets singing. When night came, +every window was ablaze with light and +every hilltop was glowing with a bonfire; +for the King and Queen had a little daughter. +Her eyes were as blue as the ocean, +her skin was as white as its foam, and her +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_132">[132]</span>hair was as yellow as the gleam of the +sunlight on the sand.</p> + +<p>By and by there was a magnificent christening +feast. Kings and nobles and princes +and witches and magicians and fairies were +all invited. Every one came and every one +gave the beautiful baby Princess his very +best wishes.</p> + +<p>“The King is a happy man to have a +child like that,” said one guest to another +as they were leaving the palace.</p> + +<p>“True,” replied the other, “but he did +not look happy. Did not you notice how +troubled his face was and how strangely +he acted? When some one pushed the curtains +aside for a bit of air, did you see how +quickly he ran to the window and drew +them together again with his own hands, +and looked at the baby as if he was afraid +it would disappear at a ray of daylight? I +am sure that he is anxious about something. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_133">[133]</span>The Queen is not. She is as happy +as the day is long.”</p> + +<p>“I should think she would be. She +has everything in the world that she +wants, and not one thing to trouble +her.”</p> + +<p>When all the guests had gone and the +candles had burned low, the King went to +the Queen and said:—</p> + +<p>“My Queen, I have something very sad +to tell you. Can you bear it?”</p> + +<p>“I can bear anything with such a child +as this,” she replied.</p> + +<p>Then the King said:—</p> + +<p>“When my father was a young, young +man, he was so bewitched by the spells of +a mermaid that he was ready to give up his +kingdom and follow her into the sea. His +councillors begged of him to leave her, the +court magicians tried in every way to break +her spells, but they could not succeed. While +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_134">[134]</span>they were waving their wands and saying +over their charms, she lay on a rock out in +the sea and laughed them to scorn. ‘Go +on,’ she said. ‘Keep him if you can. I’ll +have his soul yet in spite of all you can do.’ +At last all the priests in the kingdom came +together. Each one took a great vase of +holy water, and they walked entirely around +the island, sprinkling the shore as they +went. The wicked mermaid could not cross +the ring of holy water. Day after day she +lay on the rock by the shore, calling and +calling the Prince to come to her; but the +priests had done their work so thoroughly +that he had no longer any wish to go to the +wicked creature. When she found that she +had lost him, she shrieked with rage and +anger and pronounced seven dreadful curses +upon him. Six of them the priests could +overthrow, but there was one over which +they had no power, because it did not affect +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_135">[135]</span>the Prince himself, but his first grandchild.”</p> + +<p>“And that is our baby!” said the Queen, +clasping the little Princess closer in her +arms.</p> + +<p>“Yes,” replied the King, “and the curse +was this: If she once looks upon the ocean +before the end of her eighteenth year, sorrow +shall come to her and to all who love +her.”</p> + +<p>The King and the Queen talked together +sadly about what they should do to save +their little daughter. The kingdom was one +large island. The palace was on a high hill +in the very middle of the island, and from +every room in the palace the ocean could be +seen.</p> + +<p>“Couldn’t we give up the kingdom and +go somewhere to live far, far away from +the ocean?” asked the Queen, with tearful +eyes.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_136">[136]</span>“No,” replied the King. “There is +no heir to the throne save our little +daughter; and if I should go away, there +would be war. I have no right to bring +war upon my people even to save my +child.”</p> + +<p>All night long they talked and planned, +and when morning came, they hoped they +had found a way to save the Princess. A +band of white silk was bound about the +pretty blue eyes, and four of the most trusty +women in the kingdom were chosen to be +the child’s nurses. These were the orders +that the King gave them:—</p> + +<p>“Two of you must be with her by night +and two by day. She must never be left +alone for one moment. The band about her +eyes must never be removed except at +night, and then it must be replaced before +the first ray of light in the morning.” If +the Princess passed her eighteenth birthday +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_137">[137]</span>in safety, each one of them was to have +ten thousand pieces of gold.</p> + +<p>Year after year went on, and the Princess +still wore the bandage over her eyes. +If she ventured to lay a finger upon it, she +was punished as severely as if she had +been the child of a peasant; but in everything +else she did exactly as she liked. +Whatever she asked for was always given +her and whatever she wished to have done +was done at once. Some princesses would +have become haughty and disagreeable, but +this one was always kind-hearted and unselfish.</p> + +<p>The King had made no secret of the sad +story. Indeed, every one in the kingdom +knew it except the Princess herself; and +the people loved her so much that they +were almost as eager as her parents for her +to pass her eighteenth birthday in safety. +“They say her eyes are like stars,” whispered +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_138">[138]</span>the people; and gradually they forgot +the many names that had been given +her when she was christened and spoke +of her only as the Star Princess. Wherever +she went, she was guarded not only +by two of her nurses, but also by all of +her father’s subjects who chanced to be in +sight. She had never seen the ocean or the +sun or had even a single glimpse of daylight, +and yet she was the happiest, merriest +little maiden in the world. One reason +for this was that she did not know that +she was at all different from other people. +When little girls were brought to play with +her, their eyes were always bandaged like +her own, and they played only such games +as they could play blindfolded. No one +was allowed even to mention the sun or +the daylight or the ocean in her presence. +“Why do people never uncover their eyes +until the candles are lighted for dinner?” +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_139">[139]</span>she once asked. And the nurses replied, +“Because before that time eyes are so ugly +that no one can bear to look at them.”</p> + +<p>One day she asked suddenly, “What +is the strange sound that we hear all the +time? It is like murmuring and sighing +and sobbing and singing. Sometimes it +groans and sometimes it almost laughs. +Nurses, what is it?”</p> + +<p>“It is your greatest enemy,” the nurses +replied.</p> + +<p>“It must be a dragon,” thought the +Princess, and she asked, “Why doesn’t +my father drive it away?”</p> + +<p>“He would if he could,” the nurses +answered, “but it is stronger than he. It +never can come any nearer, however; so +all its groaning will not hurt you.”</p> + +<p>As time passed and the Star Princess +grew older, she asked more and more questions. +“She must be amused,” declared +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_140">[140]</span>the King. He sent out his orders and one +morning a great troop of workmen appeared +at the palace with spades and pickaxes. +They were to dig down, down, into the +earth, for there a wonderful ballroom was +to be made which the King meant should +be the most beautiful one in all the world. +The walls were of white marble, and over +them from floor to ceiling were most exquisite +traceries all made in jewels. There +were trees drawn with emeralds and beryl, +beds of scarlet poppies made of the clearest +and most brilliant rubies; there were +roses made of pearls and garnets and topaz +stones; there were forget-me-nots of the +bluest turquoise; there were violets of amethyst; +and all about and among the trees +and flowers were birds of sapphires and +diamonds. In this room the Star Princess +was always safe, for not a ray of sunlight +could ever enter it. It was anything but +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_141">[141]</span>gloomy, however, for when the hundreds +of candles were lighted, it was such a blaze +of brightness and color that one might +almost fancy it was the very home of the +rainbows. It was no wonder that people +came from near and far to see the marvelous +room, for there was not another one like it +in all the world. Here entertainments of all +sorts were given, for the King was ready to +do anything to amuse the Star Princess and +keep her from being lonely or unhappy or +from asking questions that he did not wish +to answer.</p> + +<p>At last she came to the end of her eighteenth +year. The next day, at precisely +four o’clock in the morning, she would be +eighteen years old, and then there would +be no more danger. The King and Queen +were so happy that they hardly knew what +to do. There was to be a splendid ball, of +course, on the night of her birthday, and +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_142">[142]</span>they had busied themselves in planning +to make it the most brilliant fête that the +Island Kingdom had ever seen.</p> + +<p>“But I should so like to have her all to +ourselves on that day,” the Queen had said +wistfully. “Couldn’t we give the ball on +the eve of her birthday? She will be with +us and with the whole roomful of dancers. +Nothing could possibly happen to her +then.”</p> + +<p>The King was not quite pleased with the +idea, but he had finally yielded, and the ball +had been arranged to come on the eve of +her birthday.</p> + +<p>Invitations were sent to the kings and +queens and princes and princesses of many +and many a kingdom, and every one was +accepted. For seven days before the ball, +ships whose sails were of cloth of silver and +cloth of gold were continually coming up to +the royal wharves. All day long the King’s +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_143">[143]</span>golden chariots were going and coming between +the palace and the shore to bring up +the guests. There was music and feasting +and merriment of all sorts, and on the +evening of the seventh day came the ball. +After all were assembled, the King led in +the Star Princess. She was dressed in a +gown of white, of some wonderful material +that glowed like opals in a soft, subdued +light and flashed like diamonds when the +light was stronger. Her golden hair almost +touched the floor, and gleamed like sunshine. +Around her waist and her neck were +rows and rows of pearls, and above her +forehead shone one diamond star. She was +so lovely that more than one noble prince +said to himself, “She is surely a fairy. No +mortal maiden was ever so beautiful.”</p> + +<p>Among the guests there was one who +had not been invited, but who was, nevertheless, +the most welcome of all. He was +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_144">[144]</span>the son of the greatest king in that part +of the world, but in his babyhood he had +been stolen away by trolls. He had just +been rescued and was on his way to take +possession of his kingdom. When his ship +came near the Island Kingdom, strains of +music floated down from the palace, and +there at the wharves lay the royal vessels +of many and many a sovereign with the +royal pennants streaming in the wind.</p> + +<p>“What does that mean?” the Prince +asked.</p> + +<p>“It must be a great ball,” replied his +attendants.</p> + +<p>“I never went to a ball in my life,” said +the Prince; and he added with a grim +smile, “We did not have balls in the +palace of the trolls.”</p> + +<p>“Would your Highness wish to attend +this one?” suggested his companions, for +they, too, had much curiosity to see what +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_145">[145]</span>was going on in the Island Kingdom. “Of +course your Highness knows that there is +no court on this side of the world that +would not feel honored by your presence.”</p> + +<p>The end of it was that the Prince, too, +moored his vessel at the royal wharves and +rode up to the palace in the royal chariot, +and received a most royal welcome. He +was presented to the Star Princess at once, +of course, and from that moment he could +not keep his eyes from her. He danced +with her again and again. He seized every +opportunity to talk with her, and she was +very willing to listen. He told her about +his having been stolen away by trolls. +“But now,” he said, “I have a good ship. +The sea is calm, the sun is bright, there is +a fair wind, and soon I shall be in my own +kingdom.”</p> + +<p>The Star Princess looked puzzled. “I +think I can guess what a ship is,” she +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_146">[146]</span>said. “It must be a little like a palace; +but I don’t know what the sea is or the +sun.”</p> + +<p>The Prince stared in amazement. “Why, +the sun is above us and it gives us warmth +and light,” he said; “though I am sure it +never shone so bright as your beautiful +eyes.”</p> + +<p>“I have never seen this strange sun,” +the Star Princess said. “Candles give light, +but how can there be any light without +them?”</p> + +<p>“Can she be out of her right mind?” +thought the Prince. He said no more about +the sun, but began to talk about the beautiful +room and the jewels that were flashing +and gleaming.</p> + +<p>The Star Princess, however, had no idea +of dropping the subject. “But what is the +sea?” she asked. “You said you came in +your ship on the sea. What is the sea?”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_147">[147]</span>When the Prince looked into her clear, +calm blue eyes, he could not believe that +she was not in her right mind, and he began +in a dazed fashion to try to tell her +about the sea. “It’s water,” he said, “and +it lies all around the island, and ships sail +on it.”</p> + +<p>“Does it murmur and sing and sigh and +moan and laugh?” asked the Star Princess +eagerly.</p> + +<p>“Why, yes, I suppose it does,” replied +the Prince, a little doubtfully.</p> + +<p>“Then it must be the dragon,” declared +the Star Princess. “Surely you have seen +the dragon. My nurses say that it lies +around the island, but that it will never +hurt me. Is the sea a dragon?”</p> + +<p>“Yes—no—the sea is just the sea,” +returned the puzzled young Prince. “I +can’t explain it exactly, but if you should +look out of your window, you would see it, +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_148">[148]</span>I am sure. It must be in view from every +window in the palace. Look out to-morrow +morning at sunrise. The sea is beautiful. +It is dark and blue, it is like your own +glorious eyes. I am so eager to see them in +the daylight.”</p> + +<p>“Is daylight before dinner?” the Star +Princess asked. “People’s eyes are very +ugly before dinner, you know; and that is +why they always wear bandages over them +till the table is spread and the candles are +lighted.” Then the Star Princess was called +away to meet some other one of the great +folk who had come to the ball, and she saw +no more of the Prince.</p> + +<p>All night long and until three o’clock +in the morning the dancing and feasting +and merriment went on. Soon after three +the Star Princess left the room, and her +going was the signal for the breaking-up +of the ball. The Prince lingered, and when +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_149">[149]</span>he made his farewell to the King and the +Queen, he asked if he might speak with +them on a most important matter. Of +course they said yes, for of course they +guessed what it was. Then he told them +that the Star Princess had won his heart, +and he begged of them to give her to him +to be his bride. “I know well that I am +not worthy of her,” he said humbly, “but +I will do everything in my power to make +her happy. At her slightest wish I will +give my wealth and my life as freely as +you would pour out this glass of water,” +and he caught up a glass of water that +stood on the banquet table and emptied +it.</p> + +<p>The King and the Queen were glad and +they were sorry. They liked the bearing +and manner of the young Prince, and they +knew that he was the sovereign of the +richest kingdom in that part of the world. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_150">[150]</span>They were glad to have their daughter become +his queen, but it did seem hard that +they should not have her to themselves for +a while after the time had come when they +could enjoy her without having to guard +her and watch her so carefully. At last +the King said:—</p> + +<p>“If it is the wish of our daughter, we +will give her to you for your bride, but you +must first leave her with us for a year and +a day that we may accustom ourselves to +the thought of losing her.”</p> + +<p>Of course the Prince could only agree to +so moderate a condition as this. Then they +told him the story of the mermaid’s curse, +and that on her first day of freedom no one +but her father and her mother were to see +her; and he went away to wait impatiently +until her birthday should have passed.</p> + +<p>Now when the Star Princess left the +ballroom and went to her own room, two +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_151">[151]</span>of the nurses went with her as usual. She +had little to say, for her thoughts were all +on the young Prince and his words to her. +“The sun—the sea,” she said to herself; +“what can they mean?” Then she remembered +that he had said, “Look out of your +window at sunrise and you will see it.” Just +what “sunrise” meant, she did not know; +but whatever it might be, she meant to look +out of the window just once before the +nurses put back the band over her eyes. +She said to one of them:—</p> + +<p>“Nurse, I am so thirsty. Will you get +me some water from the north side of the +well that is on the north side of the palace.”</p> + +<p>For a moment the nurse hesitated. Then +she said to herself, “The servants are +not up yet, and it would be a pity to +call one just for this. To-day is her eighteenth +birthday, and nothing can harm her +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_152">[152]</span>now,” so one nurse started to go down the +stairs. The other nurse was putting away +the opal-like gown and the diamond star +and the ropes of pearls. She stepped into +another room for a moment, and the Star +Princess quickly pulled the curtains apart +and took her first look at the sunrise and +the sea. She gazed and gazed at them. It +was all so beautiful that she could not turn +away, and when the nurse came back, there +she stood.</p> + +<p>“O my Princess,” the nurse exclaimed, +“what have you done, what have you done!” +Just then the bell on the castle rang, “One—two—three—four!” +It was four o’clock +in the morning, and the Star Princess was +full eighteen years of age. Then the nurse +thought, “Ten thousand broad pieces of +gold is a great deal to lose. It was only a +moment before the time, and surely no harm +is done. Perhaps it will never be known.” +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_153">[153]</span>She concluded to say nothing about the matter, +and to the Star Princess she said, “I +thought you must have hurt yourself, and +I was frightened. Now go to your bed and +rest awhile, for to-day you are to be happier +than ever before.”</p> + +<p>The Star Princess was so used to obeying +her nurses that she went meekly to bed +and even allowed them to put the band over +her eyes as usual; but she was puzzled and +confused. In that one long look she had +found that no dragon, but a thing more +beautiful than anything she had ever seen +before even in her dreams lay around the +Island Kingdom. What could it mean? +Why had she never been allowed to see it? +What was that glorious light that came up +from the blue and was a thousand times +brighter than the candles? Over and over +she said to herself, “Sun—sea—ship,” +but she could not solve the mystery. She +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_154">[154]</span>lay as if asleep until the time came to go to +her father and her mother. Then she heard +the whole story of the wicked mermaid and +the seventh curse. “Now you are free,” +they said joyfully. She took a hand of each +parent and roamed over the palace from +garret to cellar, gazing from window after +window upon the glorious ocean and the +deep blue sky. They went out of doors, and +she saw the trees, the flowers, and the birds. +She watched the rippling of the waves on +the shore. Every hour was more delightful +than those before it. At last came the glory +of the sunset, and she exclaimed, “Oh, this +is even more beautiful than the sunrise!”</p> + +<p>“But what do you know of the sunrise?” +her father asked gravely, and she told him +of her one look from the window. Both her +parents were troubled, but the Star Princess +was so happy that they could not bear +to alarm her. Then, too, they said to themselves, +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_155">[155]</span>“It was only a moment before the +clock struck, and surely no harm can come +of it.”</p> + +<p>So the happy day went on. When evening +was fully come, the mother sat with +her arm about her daughter and the father +told her very gently about the love of the +Prince and his wish to make her his queen. +“To-morrow you will see him,” said the +King, “and if you are willing to be his wife, +he will come for you in a year and a day.”</p> + +<p>It was easy to see from the face of the +Star Princess that the Prince would be welcome +when he came. “We will talk more +of this in the morning,” said the King, as +he kissed his daughter good-night.</p> + +<p>The Star Princess went to her own rooms, +and after her maids had left her, she was +alone for the first time in her life. She drew +aside the curtains and stood gazing upon +the ocean in the moonlight. She listened +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_156">[156]</span>to its music. At first it seemed to murmur +peacefully to itself. Then she fancied that +it sobbed and moaned. Then she heard +clearly a sweet voice that called, “Come +to me, come, maiden, come to me!” It was +a richer, more exquisite melody than she +had ever heard before; and as she listened, +she found herself answering, “Yes, I will +come, I will come.” She went softly down +the stairs and out of the door. Every one +else in the palace was asleep, and no one +hindered her. She slipped down the hillside +in the shadows and went nearer and +nearer to the shore. The voice still called. +Sometimes it was low and gentle, sometimes +it was loud and strong; but whether +low or loud, it drew the Star Princess +toward it as if it were a magic cord. She +followed it along the shore until she found +herself on a steep cliff that towered far +above the sea. The waters beat upon the +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_157">[157]</span>rocks at its base, the breakers boomed and +thundered; but out of all the wild uproar +still came that enchanting voice, calling, +“Come to me, come to me, come, come!” +Straight to the very edge of the cliff went the +Star Princess. For a moment she thought +of her father and her mother, of the Prince +who was coming in the morning to tell her +of his love, and she drew back; but the +voice called with a bewitching sweetness +and charm, “Come, Star Princess, come.” +She held out her arms and answered, “Yes, +I come,” and sprang from the edge of the +cliff.</p> + +<p>A triumphant howl rang out above all +the roaring of the waters:—</p> + +<p>“I have you now, grandchild of a faithless +prince, and you shall pay the forfeit +of his falseness. You did not see the ocean +for eighteen years, but you shall see it +now.” And the cruel mermaid, for she it +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_158">[158]</span>was who had bewitched the Star Princess +and drawn her from her home, laughed so +savagely and unpityingly that the heart of +the maiden almost ceased to beat.</p> + +<p>She was alone and in the hands of the +wicked mermaid. “Oh, my father, my mother!” +she cried. “My Prince, my Prince, +save me, save me!” But the mermaid +clutched her roughly and dragged her to +the palace of her son, the merking who +ruled the waters for leagues around.</p> + +<p>“Here is the grandchild of the man who +scorned my love,” she shrieked. “What +shall she suffer? By what death shall she +die?”</p> + +<p>The merking looked upon the Star Princess. +Her eyes were cast down in fear, her +hair was wild and tangled, her cheeks were +pale, and she trembled with fright, but +even then she was beautiful, and the merking +said:—</p> + +<figure class="figcenter" style="width: 700px;"> + <img src="images/i_174.jpg" width="700" height="470" alt=""> + <figcaption> + <p class="caption">“SHE IS FAIRER THAN ANY OF MY MAIDENS”</p> + </figcaption> +</figure> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_159">[159]</span>“She is fairer than any of my maidens. +She shall not be put to death to-day. I +will have her for my wife, and when I am +tired of her, then you may torment her +and kill her as you will. Come with me, +earth maiden.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, no, no,” cried the Star Princess. +“Let me die! I will never be your +wife.”</p> + +<p>“It is far too noble a fate for her,” +grumbled the cruel mermaid. “Such as +she should not have honors like that. Will +you be my son’s bride or will you not?” +she demanded.</p> + +<p>“Oh, no, never, never!” answered the +Star Princess, with a shudder.</p> + +<p>“Then you shall be tormented with such +tortures as you never dreamed of,” cried +the mermaid angrily; and she caught hold +of the Star Princess to drag her away.</p> + +<p>“Not yet,” interposed the merking. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_160">[160]</span>“You know how to give hard tasks. Give +her a task or two, and she will be glad +enough to be free from you and come to +me.”</p> + +<p>“Tasks she shall have,” declared the +mermaid, “and such ones that she will +plead and beg to come to you. Come, earth +creature,” she called; and, clutching her +prisoner, she dragged her away to a horrible +cavern full of sea-monsters. To one of +them she said, “Go with the earth creature +and do not let her out of your sight.” Then +she turned to the Star Princess. “My son’s +throne needs jewels,” she said. “Go, and +within three days bring me ten thousand +pearls.”</p> + +<p>The Star Princess was in despair; but +it was worse, she thought, to be the bride +of the merking than even to have the +dreadful sea-monster for a jailer, and she +followed him meekly.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_161">[161]</span>“Where do you intend to go?” he +asked.</p> + +<p>“Indeed, I do not know,” she replied.</p> + +<p>“Then you may as well stay here,” the +sea-monster said, with a horrible grin.</p> + +<p>“Oh, I don’t dare,” moaned the Star +Princess. “What shall I do! what shall I +do!”</p> + +<p>Even the sea-monster could not help +being just a little sorry for her, and he +said grimly:—</p> + +<p>“You can come this way if you like. It +is better than staying there.” And she +followed him gladly, for anything was better +than staying with the merking and his +mother.</p> + +<p>As they went on through the water, she +noticed a little sculpin that seemed determined +to go with them. It was ugly, indeed, +but it kept between her and the +sea-monster, and she was grateful. Somehow +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_162">[162]</span>she felt that the little creature was +her friend; and when it came nearer and +even touched her hand, she did not draw +back, but was glad of its company.</p> + +<p>After a long, long while, the sea-monster +stopped before a bank of jagged +rocks.</p> + +<p>“There are the pearl oysters,” it said, +“thousands of them. Perhaps you can get +them to give up their treasures.” The +creature laughed scornfully and added, +“You can’t get away very well, and I shall +take a nap. Wake me when you get your +pearls.”</p> + +<p>The Star Princess was in despair, but as +soon as the monster was fairly asleep, the +little sculpin had something to say.</p> + +<p>“Star Princess,” he whispered, “I was +once stolen by trolls.” The Star Princess +started, for her Prince, too, had met the +same fate. “When I was rescued,” continued +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_163">[163]</span>the sculpin, “the troll was forced +to make me three gifts. One of them was +that I should have the power to persuade +all honest creatures of earth, air, and +water to do my will. This ledge is covered +with oysters, and I think they will gladly +give you their pearls.” He swam close to +the ledge and spoke softly to the oysters. +In a moment pearls were falling like raindrops. +The Star Princess picked them up, +and there were far more than ten thousand. +She carried them back to the mermaid, +and the mermaid cried:—</p> + +<p>“So you got the pearls, did you? That +was an easy task. How did you like your +journey? You shall have another to-morrow.”</p> + +<p>When the morning had come, the mermaid +said:—</p> + +<p>“I wish to know how many grains of +sand there are on the beach that lies to +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_164">[164]</span>the north of my son’s kingdom. One of +my creatures shall take you there, and if +you do not count aright, then at the end +of three days you shall lose one of those +blue eyes that you are so proud of. A +wooden one is good enough for a girl who +cannot use what she has.”</p> + +<p>The Star Princess was put in the charge +of a sea-monster far more horrible than the +one that had gone with her before. “I +shall have to show you the way to the +beach,” he said, “but you’ll get no other +help from me, understand that.”</p> + +<p>The Star Princess was in despair, for the +friendly sculpin was nowhere to be seen, +and how could she ever count all the grains +of sand on a beach. When they had come +to the shore, she took up a handful of sand +and tried to count the grains, but of course +it was hopeless.</p> + +<p>“You may as well kill me,” she cried +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_165">[165]</span>to the sea-monster, “for I cannot do +this.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, the mermaid will kill you in her +own way. You need not fear that she will +leave you alive,” retorted the sea-monster, +and grinned at her most horribly. “Go to +work. For three days you are to count +grains of sand; but be quiet about it and +don’t disturb me.” In two minutes the +creature was fast asleep.</p> + +<p>Suddenly the Star Princess heard all +around her a gentle rustling, as if the softest +of the breezes were touching lightly the +tiniest leaves of the forest. In a moment +she found that it was made by thousands +upon thousands of little sand fleas hopping +toward her. “Our friend, the sculpin, +has asked us to help you,” they said, “and +we have been counting as fast as ever we +could. Lie down and rest, and in one hour +longer, the task will be done.”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_166">[166]</span>When the third day had come, the sea-monster +took the maiden back to the +mermaid.</p> + +<p>“How many grains of sand are on the +beach?” the mermaid demanded.</p> + +<p>The Star Princess told her, and she had +to admit that it was the right number. +She was very angry to find that the task +had been done, and she actually shrieked +with rage. Then she cried, “Will you marry +my son, you wretch, or will you go on another +journey? You need not think that +you will get off from this one so easily. +Will you marry him?”</p> + +<p>“No, I will not,” declared the Star Princess; +and she would not yield even when +the mermaid gnashed her teeth in a fury and +screamed, “You shall have a task to-morrow +that is a task. This is only child’s play.”</p> + +<p>When morning had come, the mermaid +said:—</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_167">[167]</span>“The sharks once rebelled against my +son, and he has never punished their leader +as he deserved. Go you to the Waters of +the Sharks, take their king prisoner, and +bring him to me to pay the penalty of his +rebellion. One of my people will show you +the way.” And she pointed out a sea-monster +more dreadful than both the others +put together.</p> + +<p>The monster led the way, and the Star +Princess followed. “Oh, if I could only see +my father and my mother once more,” she +thought. “How could I think the voice of +the mermaid was sweet! I should be so +happy if I were only the lowest servant +in my father’s house. And the Prince—I +wonder—”</p> + +<p>“Here you are,” said the monster; “that +is, you are as near as I intend to go. I’m +not going to risk my head and fins in the +Waters of the Sharks. I’ll wait here till the +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_168">[168]</span>third day, but I rather think the sharks +will save me the trouble of carrying you +home.”</p> + +<hr class="tb"> + +<p>Now while all this was going on in the +Water World, there was the deepest amazement +and sorrow in the Island Kingdom, +for the Star Princess had disappeared. In +the morning of the second day of her nineteenth +year, her maids waited and waited +for her call. At last they went to her door. +It stood ajar, and they could see that she +was not in the room. “She is so happy +in being free,” they said, “that she has +slipped out into the palace gardens to +see the world in the early morning.” So +they searched the gardens through and +through. They ran hither and yon, and +looked into every corner of the palace; +but no Star Princess was to be seen. +Then they went to the King, weeping +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_169">[169]</span>and wailing and wringing their hands, +and cried:—</p> + +<p>“O your Majesty, the Star Princess has +disappeared! Oh, oh, what shall we do! +what shall we do!”</p> + +<p>The royal guests were still at the palace, +and in three minutes every one of +them had heard the distressing news. Then +began a search that was a search. Every +corner, every crack of the great palace was +looked into, not only once but over and +over, for each one thought that he might +perhaps see something that the others had +passed by. Then the gardens were searched +and the forests and the fields. All the subjects +of the kingdom gave up their work +and joined in the hunt. Every inch of the +seashore was gone over and over, until it +seemed as if some one had looked under +every blade of grass and into every mouse-hole. +They went to the cliff, of course, but +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_170">[170]</span>the light steps of the Princess had left no +trace, and they could not even guess what +had become of her.</p> + +<p>The King was heartbroken, and the +Queen lay on her bed, moaning her life +away; but the young Prince was even +more wretched than they. “Her father and +mother have had her all those eighteen +years,” he said to himself, “but I have +found her only to lose her again.”</p> + +<p>After the Island Kingdom had been +searched through and through, the King +sent out every ship in the navy to look +for his child, and all the stranger kings +and princes whose ships lay at the royal +wharves put out to sea to try to find the +Star Princess. They sailed north and south +and east and west, but they all came back +with lowered flags and the same report, +“We cannot find her.”</p> + +<p>The days passed. The royal guests bade +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_171">[171]</span>farewell to the sorrowing King and Queen +and sailed away to their own kingdoms, all +but one, the faithful young Prince. “I cannot +leave the place where I first met her,” +he said to her parents. “Will you let me +stay with you for a time?” Of course they +were only too glad to have him; but one +morning the young Prince, too, was missing. +He had vanished from the Island +Kingdom as suddenly as the Star Princess. +It was known that he had left his rooms +in the palace late in the evening; but this +was a thing that he often did, especially on +such moonlight nights as the one on which +the Princess had vanished. So many times +he had been seen pacing to and fro on the +sand that no one thought of watching him +or of noticing when he returned to the +palace.</p> + +<p>After he, too, disappeared, the beach +was searched as closely as it had been for +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_172">[172]</span>the Star Princess. The print of his footsteps +was seen and they were traced up +and down the sand, then to one side toward +a high hill. On the path up the hill, little +twigs had been broken, and here and there +a leaf had been bruised and crushed; and +so it was known that he had climbed to the +top of the hill. He was traced still farther, +to the very edge of a cliff that overhung +sharp rocks and a wild commotion of +breakers. The people looked upon them +sadly and shook their heads. “Poor Prince,” +they said, “his love for the Star Princess +has made him mad and he has flung himself +over the cliff.” But one sage old man, +who had seen many strange things in his +long life, shook his head and muttered, +“Not madness but magic.”</p> + +<p>If the breakers that beat on the base of +the cliff had chosen to speak, they, too, +would have said, “Not madness but magic.” +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_173">[173]</span>The Prince had gone out on the shore, as +he so often went, and that night he heard +the same sweet voice that had called the +Star Princess into the sea. “Come to me, +come to me,” it cried, now low and sweet, +now loud and strong, but ever so powerful +that even the Prince could hardly resist it. +Suddenly, in the midst of the strength and +the sweetness, there came a wail that tore +his very heart. “My Prince, my Prince,” it +said, “save me, save me!” And without a +glance behind him he sprang straight off +the cliff and into the raging sea.</p> + +<p>“Aha, now I have two of you!” shrieked +the mermaid with fiendish delight. Then, +when she looked upon him more closely +and saw how tall and noble and beautiful +he was, she hesitated. “I will not tear +you limb from limb,” she said. “I have a +daughter who will soon take a husband, +and if she chooses you, you may live.”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_174">[174]</span>“I will have no false mermaid for a +wife,” declared the young Prince, as boldly +as if he had still been in the palace of the +Island Kingdom.</p> + +<p>“You will not?” shrieked the mermaid. +“How dare you insult my daughter, you +earthborn creature!” She waved her hands +to and fro before his face. His eyes closed, +and for a moment he was in a deep slumber. +When he awoke, the mermaid had gone. +He was alone, but he was no longer a handsome +young prince; she had put upon him +the form of a sculpin.</p> + +<p>Prince or sculpin, he had but one +thought, to find the Star Princess; and he +swam as rapidly as he could, first in one +direction, then in another, until he came +in sight of the Waterworld den where the +mermaid and her monsters dwelt. It was +just at the moment when the mermaid +was sending out the Star Princess and +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_175">[175]</span>the sea-monster to find the ten thousand +pearls.</p> + +<p>“I cannot rescue her yet,” said the Prince +to himself, “but at least I can save her from +the torments of the mermaid.” So he kept +out of sight until the mermaid had gone +back into her den. Then he hastened after +the Star Princess, and it was he who had +kept between her and the monster and who +had persuaded the pearl oysters to give her +of their pearls. It was he, too, who had induced +the sand fleas to count the grains +of sand for her. She did not know this, +and she had seen no more of him after +her first journey. Now she stood in terror, +gazing into the Waters of the Sharks. The +horrible creatures swam about and dived +and rolled over and showed their sharp, +white teeth. The Star Princess was in +an agony of terror. She could not run +away, for the sea-monster was behind her, +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_176">[176]</span>and he was almost as dreadful as the +sharks.</p> + +<p>“Go on,” he cried mockingly. “Tell +them you want their king. The earth-girl +who will not marry our merking is only fit +for sharks’ food.”</p> + +<p>The Star Princess looked so pitiful and +so beautiful that even the sea-monster was +as nearly touched as a monster could be. +He muttered, “It <i>is</i> rather a pity to have +her eaten up.”</p> + +<p>Then he called to her:—</p> + +<p>“Girl, earth-girl, if you will agree to +marry our king, I will take you back without +the shark, and if she is angry, I think +I know a way to save you.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, no, no,” she replied, shuddering. +“I can never marry the merking.”</p> + +<p>“Then go on and be devoured by the +sharks,” growled the monster, “but you +may as well be about it. If you keep me +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_177">[177]</span>waiting much longer, I will eat you myself.”</p> + +<p>The Star Princess turned toward the +Waters of the Sharks. As she gazed in +terror, she saw the ugly little sculpin coming +toward her, and behind him swam the +whole company of sharks.</p> + +<p>“Don’t be afraid,” the sculpin called as +they swept by. “Only wait. You are safe.”</p> + +<p>The Star Princess waited. She was all +alone in the vast ocean, for at the coming +of the sharks, the sea-monster had fled for +his life. She covered her eyes with her +hands for fear she should see something +dreadful; but it was not long before she +felt a soft touch. It was the friendly sculpin. +“Come quick,” he said. “There is not +a moment to lose. The sharks are fighting +the merking and his monsters. Follow +me. Do not be afraid, I can find the way, +for the second gift of my troll jailer was +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_178">[178]</span>that I should never fail to find the place +that I sought.”</p> + +<p>The little sculpin swam to the land +faster than ever sculpin had swum before, +and the Princess ran after him faster than +ever princess had run before. She dared +not glance behind her for fear of seeing +some of the horrible creatures. At last they +were so far away that the sculpin knew +there was no more danger of pursuit. They +had come to the shore. There he stopped +and said:—</p> + +<p>“Star Princess, now you are safe. Rest +for a little and then you shall go home to +the palace of the Island Kingdom.”</p> + +<p>The Star Princess burst into tears of +joy. “You have saved me,” she cried. +“What shall I do for you? My father is a +king and he will give you whatever you +ask. He will build a wall around an ocean +for you if you wish and drive away from +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_179">[179]</span>it every creature that would trouble you. +He will—” and there she stopped, for, +try her best, she could not think of anything +else that would be at all likely to +please a sculpin.</p> + +<p>The ugly little fish replied:—</p> + +<p>“Star Princess, my rightful home is not +in the sea, but on the land. I was born in +a palace larger and more beautiful than +that of your father. I fell into the hands +of the wicked mermaid, and she threw over +me the sculpin form that I now wear.”</p> + +<p>“My father has wizards and magicians at +his court,” cried the Star Princess eagerly, +“and surely some one among them can free +you from the mermaid’s power.”</p> + +<p>“I am under a power that you alone +can free me from,” declared the sculpin. +“I am the sovereign of a kingdom larger +and richer than your father’s. I am but a +little older than yourself. They tell me I +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_180">[180]</span>am handsome. You can free me if you will +stroke my head three times and say—”</p> + +<p>“And say what?” cried the Star Princess.</p> + +<p>“And say, ‘I promise to marry you as +soon as we have come to my father’s +palace,’” the sculpin answered.</p> + +<p>“Oh, no, no,” cried the Star Princess. +“I will do anything but that. I will give +you everything I have, and when the kingdom +is mine, you shall have that, too, and +I will go out into the world and beg my +bread, but I cannot marry any one except +my own Prince.”</p> + +<p>“And are you so sure that he will care +to take a portionless bride?” asked the +sculpin.</p> + +<p>The maiden looked down upon the sand, +then out upon the water, then she answered +softly:—</p> + +<p>“Even if he refused me, I could never +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_181">[181]</span>marry any one else; but,” she added, “I +am sure that he will want me.”</p> + +<p>“So am I,” said a manly voice behind +her, and, behold, there stood the Prince +himself, for the third gift of the troll was +that no magic should have power to change +his form against his will. He had kept the +form of a sculpin for a while because he +knew he could be of more service to the +Princess in that shape. They sat down on +the yellow sand, and he told her the long, +long story of his love and his sorrow, of +his remaining in her father’s kingdom that +he might at least be near the place where +he had first seen her, of his pacing up and +down the shore and thinking of her, and +at last of his springing from the cliff because +he was sure that he heard her voice +crying, “My Prince, save me, save me!”</p> + +<p>“But look about you, my Star Princess,” +he said. “Do you not know this +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_182">[182]</span>shore and this cliff towering over our +heads? These waves beat upon the coast +of your father’s kingdom. Come, let us go +to the palace.”</p> + +<p>He took hold of her hand and led her +across the sandy shore, up the little hill, +over a grassy meadow where flowers +sprang up wherever they stepped. Then +they went through the woods, where the +pathway was soft with pine needles and +the air was rich with fragrance, and so on +to the palace of the King.</p> + +<p>At one of the upper windows stood +the Queen, gazing sadly over the water. +The King was by her side. His arm was +thrown around her, and he seemed to be +trying to comfort her. The Prince and the +Star Princess waved their hands to them; +but they were looking far out to the horizon, +and the wanderers were up the hill +and into the palace and close beside them +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_183">[183]</span>before they had any idea that their loneliness +was at an end.</p> + +<p>Such a welcoming as there was! The +Queen wept for the suffering that they had +all been through, and she laughed for joy +that they were together again. Everybody +in the kingdom had a whole year of holidays. +The prisoners were set free. There +were feasts upon feasts for all who chose +to partake of them. The grass was greener, +the flowers were brighter. There were such +blue skies and such soft little clouds as +had never been seen over the land before. +The birds no longer stayed in the forest, +but came freely into the city. They perched +upon windows and fences and balconies +and sang more sweetly than ever birds +sang before.</p> + +<p>After a year and a day of this rejoicing +came the wedding of the Prince and the +Star Princess. Just as the wedding procession +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_184">[184]</span>was setting off for the church, +some one noticed a great sea-turtle toiling +up the hill to the palace.</p> + +<p>“I want to see the King,” he called, +waving a flipper to call his attention.</p> + +<p>The procession waited till the turtle had +come up the hill. Then the King went forward +cordially, and said:—</p> + +<p>“You are welcome, Friend Turtle. Have +you come to the wedding?”</p> + +<p>“Yes,” the turtle gasped, for he was not +used to climbing such high hills, and he +had not yet fully caught his breath; “but +I have something to say to you. I have +just come from the Waterworld, and I +have brought you some news.”</p> + +<p>“And what is that?” cried the King +anxiously, for even now he was afraid of the +power of the cruel mermaid.</p> + +<p>“The war is ended,” said the turtle. +“The merking, the mermaid, and all their +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_185">[185]</span>monsters are killed and devoured. Neither +you nor your Queen nor the Prince nor the +Star Princess has an enemy on the land or +in the sea.”</p> + +<p>Then the bells throughout the whole +kingdom rang for joy, the drums beat, the +trumpets blew, and the banners waved, all +of their own accord.</p> + +<p>“Bring another chariot,” ordered the +King. Another chariot was brought, and +the turtle was helped into it. It took its +place just behind the bridal party, and they +all rode away to the wedding.</p> + +<p class="center">THE END</p> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p class="center"><span class="antiqua">The Riverside Press</span><br> + CAMBRIDGE . MASSACHUSETTS<br> + U . S . 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