‘It is possible,’ rejoined the raven, ‘I did not look very closely, but
this I heard from my beloved, that when he entered the palace gates and
saw the royal guard in silver, and the lackeys in gold upon the
staircase, he did not seem in the least confused, but nodded pleasantly
and said to them, “It must be very tedious standing out here; I prefer
going in.” The halls glistened with light, cabinet councillors and
excellencies were walking about bare-footed and carrying golden keys--it
was just a place to make a man solemn and silent--and the youth’s boots
creaked horribly, yet he was not at all afraid.’
‘That most certainly was Kay!’ said Gerda; ‘I know he had new boots; I
have heard them creak in my grandmother’s room.’
‘Indeed they did creak,’ said the raven, ‘but merrily went he up to the
princess, who was sitting upon a pearl as large as a spinning-wheel,
whilst all the ladies of the court, with the maids of honour and their
handmaidens, ranged in order, stood on one side, and all the gentlemen
in waiting, with their gentlemen, and their gentlemen’s gentlemen, who
also kept pages, stood ranged in order on the other side, and the nearer
they were to the door the prouder they looked. The gentlemen’s
gentlemen’s page, who always wears slippers, one dare hardly look at, so
proudly he stands at the door.’
‘That must be dreadful!’ said little Gerda. ‘And has Kay really won the
princess?’
‘Had I not been a raven I should have won her myself,
[Illustration: SUDDENLY A LARGE RAVEN HOPPED UPON THE SNOW IN FRONT OF
HER]
[Illustration]
notwithstanding my being betrothed. The young man spoke as well as I
speak when I converse in Ravenish; that I have heard from my tame
beloved. He was handsome and lively--“He did not come to woo her,” he
said, “he had only come to hear the wisdom of the princess,” and he
liked her much, and she liked him in return.’
‘Yes, to be sure, that was Kay,’ said Gerda; ‘he was so clever, he could
reckon in his head, even fractions! Oh, will you not take me into the
palace?’
‘Ah! that is easily said,’ replied the raven, ‘but how is it to be done?
I will talk it over with my tame beloved; she will advise us what to do,
for I must tell you that such a little girl as you are will never gain
permission to enter publicly.’
‘Yes, I shall!’ cried Gerda. ‘When Kay knows that I am here, he will
immediately come out and fetch me.’
‘Wait for me at the trellis yonder,’ said the raven. He wagged his head
and away he flew.
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