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
"Before I pronounce the well-deserved sentence on the offender, I must
briefly explain the real state of the case. I am the most powerful Lady
of the Waters, and all the springs of water which rise from the earth
are subject to my authority.[40] The eldest son of the King of the
Winds was my lover, but as[Pg 96] his father would not allow him to
take a wife, we were obliged to keep our marriage secret as long as his
father lived.[41] As I could not venture to bring up my children at
home, I exchanged them with the children of the labourer's wife, as
often as she was confined. The labourer's children were reared as
foster-children by my aunt, and whenever one of the labourer's
daughters was about to marry, another change was effected.
"Each time, on the night before the wedding, I had my daughter carried
away, and that of the labourer substituted. The old King of the Winds
had been lying ill for a long time, and knew nothing of our
proceedings. On the christening-day I gave each child a silver rouble
to form the marriage portion in her bridal chest. All the sons-in-law
were satisfied with their young wives and with what they brought them,
except this avaricious scoundrel whom you see before you in chains, who
dared to bring false accusations against his father-in-law, in hopes of
enriching himself thereby. The old King of the[Pg 97] Winds died a
fortnight ago, and my consort succeeded to the throne. It is no longer
necessary for us to conceal our marriage and our children. Here sit my
twelve daughters, and their foster-parents, the labourer and his wife,
shall dwell with me as my pensioners till their death. But you,
worthless scamp, whom I have put in chains, shall also receive your
just reward. You shall sit chained in a mountain of gold, so that your
greedy eyes shall ever behold the gold without your being able to touch
a particle. For seven hundred years you shall endure this torment
before death shall have power to bring you rest. This is my decree."
When the queen had finished speaking, a noise was heard like a violent
clap of thunder; the earth quaked, and the magistrates and their
servants fell down stunned. When they recovered their senses, they
found themselves in the wood to which their guide had led them, but on
the spot where the palace of glass had stood in all its splendour,
clear cold water now gushed forth from a small spring. Nothing more was
ever heard of the labourer, his wife, or his avaricious son-in-law. The
widow of the latter married another husband in the autumn, and lived
happily with him for the rest of her life.
[Pg 98]
THE FOUR GIFTS OF THE WATER-SPRITE.
(Jannsen.)
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