The Strand Magazine, Vol. 17, No. 97, January to June 1899: An Illustrated MonthlyVarious
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The Strand Magazine, Vol. 17, No. 97, January to June 1899: An Illustrated Monthly
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He thanked his informant and continued his travels. Now, by the time
night had sunk upon the earth, he had come to a great desert, and he
determined to lay himself down to sleep. But how terrified he was when,
on turning his head to look once again at the way he had come, he saw a
tall, beautiful woman standing at his side.
He was about to spring quickly away when she said, "Do not be afraid of
me. I am a Fairy, and have come to thank you."
"To thank me? And what for?" the youth asked, in confusion.
"You saved my life! My fate ordains that I shall be a toad by day and a
fairy by night. Now, I am at your service."
"Good Fairy," then said the youth, "I have just heard of a Princess
who has turned into cotton-wool, and whoever heals her may become her
husband. Teach me how to restore her to health. That is my most ardent
wish!"
Then the Fairy said, "Take this sword in your hand and walk straight
on until you come to a dense forest, full of snakes and wild animals.
However, you must not be afraid of them, but must bravely continue your
journey until you stand in front of the Magician's palace. As soon as
you have reached it, knock three times at the great gate...." And she
described to him fully what he was to do.
"If you ever need my help, come to this place at this same hour, and
you will find me here!" and giving him her white hand in farewell, she
disappeared before the youth could open his mouth to thank her.
Without pausing to consider, the cobbler's son set out and went
straight on, according to his instructions. He had already gone a
good way when his path led him into a dark forest, into the midst of
wild animals. That was awful! They filled the air with fearful roars,
gnashed their teeth bloodthirstily, and hungrily opened their jaws.
Though the poor youth's heart thumped, he went straight on, making as
if he did not notice them. At last he reached the Magician's palace,
and knocked three times at the great gate.
[Illustration: "THE MAGICIAN, IN A GREAT FURY, RUSHED OUT."]
Then a voice came from the interior of the castle: "Woe to you, rash
stranger, who have the boldness to come to me! What is your wish?"
"If you really are the Magician, come out and fight with me!" cried the
youth.
The Magician, in a great fury at this audacity, rushed out, armed to
the teeth, to accept the challenge. But as soon as he saw the sword in
the youth's hand, he broke out into pitiable lamentation, and, sinking
trembling on to his knees, cried:--
"Oh, woe to me, unfortunate creature that I am! At least spare my life!"
Then the youth said: "If you will release the Princess from the spell
your life shall be spared."
Then the Magician took a ring out of his pocket and said: "Take this
ring and put it on the little finger of her left hand and she shall be
well again."
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