When the mighty Siegmund heard of the Seven Fair Queens of Pirou, he
resolved to storm their castle and take the loveliest for his bride.
With this intent he set sail for the coast of Cotentin with a gallant
fleet. The wind and the tide were with him; he reached it one soft
spring morning when the sea was a sheet of blue.
As the vessel which bore him neared the shore, the Viking espied a bevy
of maidens in a sheltered cove, where the sand lay in golden ripples.
Ruby and Pearl, and the gentle Turquoise sported in a sun-kissed pool;
while Sapphire and Amethyst wove wreaths of seaweed, and Amber was
smoothing her shining hair with a slender shell of mother-of-pearl
that the waves had thrown at her feet. Chrysolite sat on a dark rock,
singing, and her soft clear notes rang over the waters, enchanting
Siegmund with their music.
'By Thor and Odin,' he thundered, 'our journey was well planned. Haste
thee, my men, and get me to that rock! That maiden shall be my bride.'
The boat sped swiftly, with Siegmund sitting in the stern. His yellow
locks streamed over his stalwart shoulders, and his face was like that
of some eager god as he noted Chrysolite's beauty. The maiden saw his
approach; and now the glad notes of her exquisite song changed to a
mournful rhythm. She was chanting the words that her mother had
breathed to her seven daughters as she lay a'dying:
'Women ye, my daughters fair
(Cloudless spreads the sky);
But when menace fills the air,
Fées, as once was I.
Slender arm shall change that day
Into snow-white plume;
Winged as birds, haste swift away
From thy threatening doom!'
As the last words left her sorrowful lips, Chrysolite's sisters gathered
round her; the boat's keel grated on the sand, and Siegmund sprang
eagerly forward. At the same moment the Seven Fair Queens of Pirou
raised their arms, and instantly these changed, before his eyes, to
fluttering wings. High in the air mounted the maidens, and to the
bewildered gaze of Siegmund they were nought but a line of snow-white
birds flying westward in single file high up in the sky.
[Illustration: "They instantly changed into snow-white birds."]
[Illustration]
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