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
The prince's countenance fell at the idea of this meal from the
scrapings of the kettle, which he was to share with the pretty
girl and the dog. But he soon recovered his spirits when he
found a very nice meal placed on the table from these
fragments. During supper he cast many stolen glances at the
maiden, and would have given a great deal if he could have
ventured to speak to her. But whenever he was on the point of
speaking, he met the imploring glance of the maiden, which
seemed to say, "Silence!" So the young man allowed his eyes to
speak, and gave expression to this dumb language by his good
appetite, for the maiden had prepared the supper, and it must
be pleasant to her to see that the guest appreciated her
cookery.
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Meantime the old man had lain down on the stove-bench, and
made the walls re-echo with his snoring.
After supper he roused himself, and said to the prince, "You may rest
for two days after your long journey, and look round the house. But
come to me to-morrow evening and I will arrange your work for next day,
for my household must always set about their work before I get up
myself. The girl will show you your lodging." The prince made an effort
to speak, but the old man came down on him like a thunderbolt, and
screamed out, "You dog of a servant! If you break the rules of the
house, you'll find yourself a head shorter without more ado. Hold your
jaw, and off to bed with you!"
The maiden beckoned him to follow, unlocked a door and signed
to him to enter. The prince thought he saw a tear glisten in
her eye, and would have been only too glad to loiter on the
threshold, but he was too much afraid of the old man. "It's
impossible that this beautiful girl can be his daughter,"
thought he, "for she has a kind heart. She must be the poor
girl who was brought here in my place, and for whose sake I
undertook this foolhardy enterprise." He did not fall asleep
for a long time, and even then his uneasy dreams gave him no
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rest. He dreamed of all sorts of unknown dangers which
threatened him, and it was always the form of the fair girl
that came to his aid.
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