‘Alas! he does not know that it was I who saved his life,’ thought the
little mermaiden, sighing deeply; ‘I bore him over the wild waves, into
the wooded bay, where the holy temple stood; I sat behind the rocks,
waiting till some one should come. I saw the pretty maiden approach,
whom he loves more than me,’--and again she heaved a deep sigh, for she
could not weep. ‘He said that the young girl belongs to the holy temple;
she never comes out into the world, so they cannot meet each other
again,--and I am always with him, see him daily; I will love him, and
devote my whole life to him.’
‘So the prince is going to be married to the beautiful daughter of the
neighbouring king,’ said the courtiers, ‘that is why he is having that
splendid ship fitted out. It is announced that he wishes to travel, but
in reality he goes to see the princess; a numerous retinue will
accompany him.’ The little mermaiden smiled at these and similar
conjectures, for she knew the prince’s intentions better than any one
else.
‘I must go,’ he said to her, ‘I must see the beautiful princess; my
parents require me to do so; but they will not compel me to marry her,
and bring her home as my bride. And it is quite impossible for me to
love her, for she cannot be so like the beautiful girl in the temple as
thou art; and if I were obliged to choose, I should prefer thee, my
little silent foundling, with the speaking eyes.’ And he kissed her rosy
lips, played with her locks, and folded her in his arms, whereupon arose
in her heart a sweet vision of human happiness, and immortal bliss.
‘Thou art not afraid of the sea, art thou, my sweet silent child?’ asked
he tenderly, as they stood together in the splendid ship, which was to
take them to the country of the neighbouring king. And then he told her
of the storms that sometimes agitate the waters; of the strange fishes
that inhabit the deep, and of the wonderful things seen by divers. But
she smiled at his words, for she knew better than any child of earth
what went on in the depths of the ocean.
At night-time, when the moon shone brightly, and when all on board were
fast asleep, she sat in the ship’s gallery, looking down into the sea.
It seemed to her, as she gazed through the foamy track made by the
ship’s keel, that she saw her father’s palace, and her grandmother’s
silver crown. She then saw her sisters rise out of the water, looking
sorrowful and stretching out their hands towards her. She nodded to
them, smiled, and would have explained that everything was going on
quite according to her wishes; but just then the cabin boy approached,
upon which the sisters plunged beneath the water so suddenly that the
boy thought what he had seen on the waves was nothing but foam.
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