Elise was awakened by the rustling of swans’ wings which were fluttering
above her. Her brothers were again transformed, and for some time flew
around in large circles. At last they flew far, far away; one of them
remained behind, it was the youngest; he laid his head in her lap and
she stroked his white wings; they remained the whole day together.
Towards evening the others came back, and when the sun was set, again
they stood on the firm ground in their natural form.
‘To-morrow we shall fly away, and may not return for a year, but we
cannot leave thee; hast thou courage to accompany us? My arm is strong
enough to bear thee through the forest; shall we not have sufficient
strength in our wings to transport thee over the sea?’
‘Yes, take me with you,’ said Elise. They spent the whole night in
weaving a mat of the pliant willow bark and the tough rushes, and their
mat was thick and strong. Elise lay down upon it, and when the sun had
risen, and the brothers were again transformed into wild swans, they
seized the mat with their beaks and flew up high among the clouds with
their dear sister, who was still sleeping. The sunbeams shone full upon
her face, so one of the swans flew over her head, and shaded her with
his broad wings.
They were already far from land when Elise awoke: she thought she was
still dreaming, so strange did it appear to her to be travelling through
the air, and over the sea. By her side lay a cluster of pretty berries,
and a handful of savoury roots. Her youngest brother had collected and
laid them there; and she thanked him with a smile, for she knew him as
the swan who flew over her head and shaded her with his wings.
They flew so high, that the first ship they saw beneath them seemed like
a white sea-gull hovering over the water. Elise saw behind her a large
cloud, it looked like a mountain, and on it she saw the gigantic shadows
of herself and the eleven swans--it formed a picture more splendid than
any she had ever yet seen; soon, however, the sun rose higher, the cloud
remained far behind, and then the floating shadowy picture disappeared.
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