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
“Nay, dear son,” answered Hildiridur, “that was indeed the magnificent
Rhein-fall at Schaffhausen. I remember well, how joyfully thou didst
clasp thy hands, and tried, after thine own manner, to shout aloud; and
though thy voice was unheard amid the roaring of the falling torrents,
the pleasure with which thou wert animated sparkled in thine eyes;
yet all this while the boards on which we stood shook beneath us; and
at length the stern Sir Hugur was so delighted with thy courage, that
he kissed both his wife and child, and exclaimed,--‘That is my brave
son,--a true scion of the old northern tree!--Thanks to thee, far-famed
and majestic Rhine, for the trial which thou hast now afforded me of
his spirit!’--Truly thou art but little changed since that time, if I
might say so of one who has been transformed from a blooming boy into a
warlike knight; but at the first glance I could not but recognise thy
features.”
“And yet thou could’st remain so long concealed from me,” said Sir Otto
mournfully, “and I have been so long denied that confidence in which I
now so much rejoice!”
“My son,” answered Hildiridur, “to one who is ever led, as I have
been, to look over deeply into the mysteries of nature and the world
of spirits, the knowledge so acquired often proves a heavy and almost
insupportable burden. Already have I spoken to this effect with thy
cousin Bertha, when she came to my castle in East Friesland. Thus,
while free-hearted champions, such as thou art, are pursuing their own
path to glory and conquest, and are guided by their own impulses, there
are deep mysterious signs and admonitions by which we, who are endowed
with supernatural gifts, are made aware, that we must submit to the
conditions of that destiny which Providence has decreed for us. The
fitting hour was not yet come.”
“But is it possible,” inquired Sir Otto, “that you have heretofore
looked upon Ottur, my strange double-goer, whose name I have now
bestowed on my sword, as your son?”
“Truly there have been moments when I have thus acknowledged him,” said
Hildiridur; “but at length I perceived only too well who he really is.
Thou also wilt soon become acquainted with this mystery; for my story
draws near to the fatal hour, when it was to me clearly revealed, how
frightfully his fate was intwined with thine and with my own.”
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