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
Sleepy Tony looked round him like one dazed, for he did not know what
to make of the adventures of the night, which were more wonderful
than[Pg 61] wonder itself. He continually turned the question over in
his mind as to whether he was awake or dreaming. The lady noticed his
confusion, and rose from her throne, took him by the hand, and led him
from one room to another, all of which were untenanted. At last they
arrived at the twelfth chamber, which was rather smaller, but handsomer
than the others. Here the lady took her crown from her head, cast aside
the gold-embroidered mantle, and when Sleepy Tony ventured to raise his
eyes, he recognised that it was the mermaid at his side, and no strange
lady. Oh, how quickly his courage rose and his hopes revived! He cried
out joyfully, "O dear mermaid!"—but the maiden laid her hand on his
mouth, and spoke very earnestly, "If you have any regard for your own
happiness or for mine, never call me by that name, which has only been
given to me in mockery. I am one of the daughters of the Water-Mother.
There are many sisters of us, but we all live apart, each in her own
place, in the sea, or in lakes and rivers, and we only see each other
occasionally by some fortunate chance." She then explained to him that
she had hitherto remained unmarried, but now that she was an
established ruler, she must assume the dignity[Pg 62] of a royal
matron. Sleepy Tony was so bewildered with this unimagined good fortune
that he did not know how to express his happiness. His tongue seemed
paralysed, and he could not manage to say more than Yes or No. But
while he was enjoying a capital dinner and delicious beverages, his
tongue was loosened, and he was not only able to talk as well as
before, but to indulge in many pleasant jests.
This agreeable life was continued on the next and on the third day, and
Sleepy Tony thought he had been exalted to heaven in his living body.
But before retiring to rest the mermaid said to him, "To-morrow will be
Thursday, and every week I am bound by a vow to fast, and to remain
apart from every one. You cannot see me at all on Thursdays until the
cock has crowed thrice in the evening. My attendants will sing to you
to pass the time away, and will see that you want for nothing."
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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