The Marvellous History of the Shadowless Man, and The Cold HeartChamisso, Adelbert von
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The Marvellous History of the Shadowless Man, and The Cold Heart
Chamisso, Adelbert von
Conduct of life -- Fiction; Fairy tales -- Germany; Shades and shadows -- Fiction
The shadow now fled towards a distant wood, among whose shades I must
necessarily have lost it. Seeing this, my heart beat wild with fright,
my ardour increased, and lent wings to my speed. I was evidently
gaining on the shadow--I came nearer and nearer--I was within reach of
it, when it suddenly stopped and turned towards me. Like a lion darting
on its prey, I made a powerful spring and fell unexpectedly upon a hard
substance. Then followed, from an invisible hand, the most terrible
blows in the ribs that any one ever received. The effect of my terror
made me endeavour convulsively to strike and grasp at the unseen object
before me. The rapidity of my motions brought me to the ground, where I
lay stretched out, with a man under me, whom I held tight, and who now
became visible.
The whole affair was now explained. The man had undoubtedly possessed
the bird's nest which communicates its charm of invisibility to its
possessor, though not equally so to his shadow; and this nest he had
now thrown away. I looked all round, and soon discovered the shadow of
this invisible nest. I sprang towards it, and was fortunate enough to
seize the precious booty, and immediately became invisible and
shadowless.
The moment the man regained his feet he looked all round, over the wide
sunny plain, to discover his fortunate vanquisher, but could see
neither him nor his shadow, the latter seeming particularly to be the
object of his search: for previous to our encounter he had not had
leisure to observe that I was shadowless, and he could not be aware of
it. Becoming convinced that all traces of me were lost, he began to
tear his hair, and give himself up to all the frenzy of despair. In the
meantime, this newly acquired treasure communicated to me both the
ability and the desire to mix again among mankind.
I was at no loss for a pretext to vindicate this unjust robbery--or,
rather, so deadened had I become, I felt no need of a pretext; and in
order to dissipate every idea of the kind, I hastened on, regardless of
the unhappy man, whose fearful lamentations long resounded in my ears.
Such, at the time, were my impressions of all the circumstances of this
affair.
I now ardently desired to return to the ranger's garden, in order to
ascertain in person the truth of the information communicated by the
odious unknown; but I knew not where I was, until, ascending an
eminence to take a survey of the surrounding country, I perceived, from
its summit, the little town and the gardens almost at my feet. My heart
beat violently, and tears of a nature very different from those I had
lately shed filled my eyes. I should, then, once more behold her!
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