The whole party now ran on together till they came to the boundary of
the country; but just where the green leaves began to sprout, the
Lapland woman and the two reindeers took their leave. ‘Farewell!
farewell!’ said they all. And the first little birds they had seen for
many a long day began to chirp, and warble their pretty songs; and the
trees of the forest burst upon them full of rich and variously tinted
foliage. Suddenly the green boughs parted asunder, and a spirited horse
galloped up. Gerda knew it well, for it was the one which had been
harnessed to her gold coach; and on it sat a young girl wearing a bright
scarlet cap, and with pistols on the holster before her. It was indeed
no other than the robber-maiden, who, weary of her home in the forest,
was going on her travels, first to the north and afterwards to other
parts of the world. She at once recognised Gerda, and Gerda had not
forgotten her. Most joyful was their greeting.
‘A fine gentleman you are, to be sure, you graceless young truant!’ said
she to Kay. ‘I should like to know if you deserved that any one should
be running to the end of the world on your account!’
[Illustration: SHE ENTERED THE LARGE, COLD, EMPTY HALL]
But Gerda stroked her cheeks, and asked after the prince and princess.
‘They are gone travelling into foreign countries,’ replied the
robber-maiden.
‘And the raven?’ asked Gerda.
‘Ah! the raven is dead,’ returned she. ‘The tame beloved has become a
widow; so she hops about with a piece of worsted wound round her leg;
she moans most piteously, and chatters more than ever! But tell me now
all that has happened to you, and how you managed to pick up your old
playfellow.’
And Gerda and Kay told their story.
‘Snip-snap-snurre-basselurre!’ said the robber-maiden. She pressed the
hands of both, promised that if ever she passed through their town she
would pay them a visit, and then bade them farewell, and rode away out
into the wide world.
Kay and Gerda walked on hand in hand, and wherever they went it was
spring, beautiful spring, with its bright flowers and green leaves.
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