How willingly would the princess have given up all this splendour, and
exchanged her heavy crown for the red flowers of her garden, which were
so much more becoming to her. But she dared not do so. ‘Farewell,’ said
she; and she rose from the sea, light as a flake of foam.
[Illustration: THE YOUNGEST WAS THE MOST LOVELY]
When, for the first time in her life, she appeared on the surface of the
water, the sun had just sunk below the horizon, the clouds were beaming
with bright golden and rosy hues, the evening star was shining in the
pale western sky, the air was mild and refreshing, and the sea as smooth
as a looking-glass. A large ship with three masts lay on the still
waters; one sail only was unfurled, but not a breath was stirring, and
the sailors were quietly seated on the cordage and ladders of the
vessel. Music and song resounded from the deck, and after it grew dark
hundreds of lamps all on a sudden burst forth into light, whilst
innumerable flags were fluttering overhead. The little mermaid swam
close up to the captain’s cabin, and every now and then when the ship
was raised by the motion of the water, she could look through the clear
window panes. She saw within many richly dressed men; the handsomest
among them was a young prince with large black eyes. He could not
certainly be more than sixteen years old, and it was in honour of his
birthday that a grand festival was being celebrated. The crew were
dancing on the deck, and when the young prince appeared among them, a
hundred rockets were sent up into the air, turning night into day, and
so terrifying the little mermaid, that for some minutes she plunged
beneath the water. However, she soon raised her little head again, and
then it seemed as if all the stars were falling down upon her. Such a
fiery shower she had never even seen before, never had she heard that
men possessed such wonderful powers. Large suns revolved around her,
bright fishes swam in the air, and everything was reflected perfectly on
the clear surface of the sea. It was so light in the ship, that
everything could be seen distinctly. Oh, how happy the young prince was!
He shook hands with the sailors, laughed and jested with them, whilst
sweet notes of music mingled with the silence of night.
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