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
Many years passed by, and the son grew old and grey. One day he went to
the lake as usual, and sat down sorrowfully on a stone, just where the
river falls into it, and great tears rolled down his cheeks. Suddenly
he saw, on raising his eyes, a great door of silver with golden
lattice-work close to the mouth of the river. He rose up and went to
it, and he had scarcely touched it when it sprang open. He hesitated a
moment and then entered, and found himself in a gloomy gallery of
bronze. He went some distance, and presently reached a second door like
the former, but much higher. Before it stood a dwarf with a broad stone
hat on his head and bronze armour. He wore a copper girdle round his
waist, and held in his hand a copper halbert about six feet long. "I
suppose you have come to see your father?" he said in a friendly
manner. "Yes, indeed, my good man," answered the other. "Can you not
help me to see him or meet him? I am already an old man myself, and my
life grows ever more lonely." "I must not make any promises," said the
dwarf, "and it is about time for your father to fulfil his office.
Hark, he is just driving off in his golden sledge with the grey horse,
to warn mortals against treading incautiously on our delicate[Pg 101]
silver roof. But as you have once before been our guest, and have
ventured to come again, I will show you the house and grounds of the
water-world. None of our people are at home to-day, neither the gentry
nor the household, so that we can go through the rooms without
interference." As he spoke he touched the door, and the old man and his
guide entered a vast and splendid palace of crystal. There they saw a
great crowd of men, women, and children walking about, or sitting
talking, or amusing themselves; but none of them noticed or addressed
the newcomers. Presently the dwarf led the old man farther into the
hall. All the fittings were of bright gold and silver, and the floor
was of copper, and the farther they advanced the brighter everything
shone, without any apparent end. At last the old man asked to turn
back, and the dwarf said, "It is well that you mentioned it, for a
little farther on the gold shines so brilliantly that the eyes of
mortal men cannot endure it. And there dwells our good and mighty king,
with his noble consort, surrounded by the bold heroes and lovely dames
of our realm." "You told me the gentry and dependants were not at
home," said the old man, "but who were all the people who were talking
and laughing[Pg 102] near the door, and the children who were playing
with all manner of costly toys of gold and silver? Don't they belong to
your people?" "Half-way indeed, but not quite," said the dwarf. "They
are, if I may be permitted to tell you, people from your world, who all
sank into our kingdom, sooner or later. But they live a very pleasant
life here, and have no wish to return to your world, even if they were
permitted. For whoever comes to our kingdom must stay with us." "Must I
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