Children's stories, English; Fairy tales; Short stories, English
So he went to the well of water and looked into it, and lo! his face was
as the face of a toad, and his body was sealed like an adder. And he
flung himself down on the grass and wept, and said to himself, ‘Surely
this has come upon me by reason of my sin. For I have denied my mother,
and driven her away, and been proud, and cruel to her. Wherefore I will
go and seek her through the whole world, nor will I rest till I have
found her.’
And there came to him the little daughter of the Woodcutter, and she put
her hand upon his shoulder and said, ‘What doth it matter if thou hast
lost thy comeliness? Stay with us, and I will not mock at thee.’
And he said to her, ‘Nay, but I have been cruel to my mother, and as a
punishment has this evil been sent to me. Wherefore I must go hence, and
wander through the world till I find her, and she give me her
forgiveness.’
So he ran away into the forest and called out to his mother to come to
him, but there was no answer. All day long he called to her, and, when
the sun set he lay down to sleep on a bed of leaves, and the birds and
the animals fled from him, for they remembered his cruelty, and he was
alone save for the toad that watched him, and the slow adder that crawled
past.
And in the morning he rose up, and plucked some bitter berries from the
trees and ate them, and took his way through the great wood, weeping
sorely. And of everything that he met he made inquiry if perchance they
had seen his mother.
He said to the Mole, ‘Thou canst go beneath the earth. Tell me, is my
mother there?’
And the Mole answered, ‘Thou hast blinded mine eyes. How should I know?’
He said to the Linnet, ‘Thou canst fly over the tops of the tall trees,
and canst see the whole world. Tell me, canst thou see my mother?’
And the Linnet answered, ‘Thou hast clipt my wings for thy pleasure. How
should I fly?’
And to the little Squirrel who lived in the fir-tree, and was lonely, he
said, ‘Where is my mother?’
And the Squirrel answered, ‘Thou hast slain mine. Dost thou seek to slay
thine also?’
And the Star-Child wept and bowed his head, and prayed forgiveness of
God’s things, and went on through the forest, seeking for the
beggar-woman. And on the third day he came to the other side of the
forest and went down into the plain.
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