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
myself be dazzled by the outer shell." The queen-dowager could
not contain herself for rage, but the matter was so clear that
she was unable to help herself. Then the sorcerer fumigated
all the maidens with magic herbs, which roused them from their
sleep and restored them to their human shapes. The
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king received his beloved from the rose-bush, and asked for
her half-ring, and when the maiden drew it from her bosom, he
took his own half-ring, and laid them together on the palm of
his hand, when the two halves immediately united, and no eye
could perceive a crack or any indication of the spot where the
sword-stroke had cleft the ring. "Now my honoured father's
wish has come to pass," said the young king, and celebrated
his union with the gardener's daughter on the same evening. He
invited all those present to a wedding-feast, but the noble
ladies had learned what wonders had taken place during their
sleep, and they returned home full of shame. But so much the
greater was the joy of the king's subjects that their queen
was a perfect woman both in form and character.
When the wedding festivities were ended, the king assembled all
the leading judges of the kingdom and asked them what
punishment was fitting for a criminal who had secretly stolen
away the king's son, and had him brought up in a peasant's cot
as a herd-boy, and had afterwards treated the youth with
insolent contempt after he had recovered his former position.
All the judges answered with one accord, "Such a criminal is
worthy to die on the
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gallows." Then said the king, "Good! let the queen-dowager be
brought to trial." The queen-dowager was summoned, and the
sentence was announced to her. When she heard it, she turned
as white as the wall, and fell on her knees before the young
king pleading for mercy. The king said, "I give you your life,
and I should never have brought you before the court if it had
not happened that you lately insulted me respecting the
misfortunes which I endured through your crime; but you cannot
remain in my kingdom any longer. You must pack up your goods
this very day, and quit my city before sundown. An escort will
accompany you to the frontier. But beware lest you ever set
foot again in my territories, for any man, even the meanest,
has leave to kill you like a mad dog. Your daughters, who are
also the daughters of my honoured father, may remain here, for
they are innocent of the crimes which rest upon your soul."
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