The Fairy Mythology: Illustrative of the Romance and Superstition of Various CountriesKeightley, Thomas
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The Fairy Mythology: Illustrative of the Romance and Superstition of Various Countries
Keightley, Thomas
Fairies; Fairy tales; Folk literature; Folklore
The procession moved on toward the house, as might be clearly
perceived by the nearer approach of the shouting and crying. They were
now all come in, and, light and active, the Dwarfs jumped about on the
benches; and heavy and loud sounded at intervals the steps of the
giants. Orm and his wife heard them covering the table, and the
clattering of the plates, and the shouts of joy with which they
celebrated their banquet. When it was over and it drew near to
midnight, they began to dance to that ravishing fairy-air which charms
the mind into such sweet confusion, and which some have heard in the
rocky glens, and learned by listening to the underground musicians. As
soon as Aslog caught the sound of this air, she felt an irresistible
longing to see the dance. Nor was Orm able to keep her back. "Let me
look," said she, "or my heart will burst." She took her child and
placed herself at the extreme end of the loft, whence, without being
observed, she could see all that passed. Long did she gaze, without
taking off her eyes for an instant, on the dance, on the bold and
wonderful springs of the little creatures who seemed to float in the
air, and not so much as to touch the ground, while the ravishing
melody of the elves filled her whole soul. The child meanwhile, which
lay in her arms, grew sleepy and drew its breath heavily, and without
ever thinking on the promise she had given the old woman, she made, as
is usual, the sign of the cross over the mouth of the child, and said,
"Christ bless you, my babe!"
The instant she had spoken the word there was raised a horrible
piercing cry. The spirits tumbled heads over heels out at the door
with terrible crushing and crowding, their lights went out, and in a
few minutes the whole house was clear of them, and left desolate. Orm
and Aslog frightened to death, hid themselves in the most retired nook
in the house. They did not venture to stir till daybreak, and not till
the sun shone through the hole in the roof down on the fire-place did
they feel courage enough to descend from the loft.
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