The Hero of Esthonia and Other Studies in the Romantic Literature of That CountryKirby, W. F. (William Forsell)
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The Hero of Esthonia and Other Studies in the Romantic Literature of That Country
Kirby, W. F. (William Forsell)
Estonian literature; Estonian literature -- History and criticism
clothes, and wrapped it in rags, so that no one should discover
the deceit. The queen had bound her by a solemn oath never to
reveal to any one the place to which she had carried the
prince. The child-stealer did not venture to travel by day,
because she feared pursuit, so that it was a long time before
she found a sufficiently retired spot. At last she reached a
lonely house in a wood, where the feet of strangers rarely
penetrated, and she thought this a suitable abode for the
prince, and paid the peasant a hundred roubles for the expense
of bringing up the child. It was lucky for the prince that he
had fallen among good people, who cared for him as if he had
been their own dear child. The lively boy often made them
laugh, especially when he called himself a prince. They saw
from the liberal payment that they had received that the boy
could be from no common stock, and that he must be of noble
birth on either the father's or the mother's side, but their
ideas never soared high enough to fancy the boy's sallies to be
actual truth.
It can easily be imagined how great was the consternation at
the palace when it was discovered in the morning that the
prince had been stolen during
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the night, and in so strange a manner that no one had heard
anything, and that not the slightest trace of the thief was
left behind. The king wept bitterly for days for his son, whom
he loved so tenderly in remembrance of his mother, and all the
more because he was so unhappy with his new consort. Every
place was searched thoroughly for a long time for some trace
of the vanished child, and a great reward was offered to any
one who could give any information; but every effort was vain,
and it seemed as if the boy had been blown away. None of the
searchers found his way to the lonely cottage in the wood
where the prince lived, and no one brought the news to the
inhabitants. No one could discover the secret, and many people
thought that the prince had been carried away by an evil
spirit or by witchcraft. But while the prince was wept for at
home as if he was dead, he grew up in the lonely forest, and
prospered wonderfully, till he grew to such an age that he was
fit for work. Meantime he developed such wonderful
intelligence, that his foster-parents were often obliged to
admit that the egg was much cleverer than the hen.
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