The magic ring, Vol. 2 (of 3)La Motte-Fouqué, Friedrich Heinrich Karl, Freiherr de
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The magic ring, Vol. 2 (of 3)
La Motte-Fouqué, Friedrich Heinrich Karl, Freiherr de
German fiction -- Translations into English; Romances
Ask yourselves, courteous readers,--all ye whose beloved parents are
numbered with the dead,--what would be your feelings if a mother were
thus restored to you, even in that hour when you had most need of
consolation, and if thus all the pleasant dreams of childhood were
brought again smiling around you? For you, however, who yet enjoy that
unspeakable blessing, to walk in the light of a mother’s protecting
and loving eyes, I would not awaken the frightful thought, that such
happiness should ever be taken from you. Without this, you may know
well how to sympathize with and to measure that balmy joy which was
thus so unexpectedly poured into the bleeding heart of Sir Otto!--In
the moon-like radiance of the Druda’s eyes, it seemed as if a whole
garden of azure flowers, emblems of hope and confidence, once more
sprung up around him. His mother’s well-known features now shone upon
him as kindly and mildly as ever; not mournful and disfigured, as when
he thought that she lay dying in the forest, nor pale and motionless as
he had beheld her during his nightly watch in the chapel.
It was long before either of them could again speak calmly. Otto knelt
before her, and could only say, “Oh! dearest--dearest mother!--how
could’st thou remain so long concealed from one who so dearly loved
thee! Heaven knows how many an hour I have spent in weeping thy loss
and praying for thee!” Then, in their great joy and affection, they
both continued silent, while Sir Heerdegen and the sea-monarch stood,
one on each side, with clasped hands,--even as one oftentimes sees in
ancient pictures and monuments the figures of devout champions, who
stand in respectful meditation beside the divinely-inspired saints of
the olden times.
At last Hildiridur dismissed the three knights, commanding that her
son should come to her alone on the next day, that he might hear from
his mother’s lips the eventful history of his parents. Rejoicing, and
yet weeping in his gladness, Sir Otto rode homewards through the clear
moonlight, while his faithful friends followed him, and in their hearts
partook of all his emotion.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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