“I wonder if it really is lit up,” said Nanina, “I should like to see.”
So she waited on that side of the hill till the sun went down, and
then she saw a bright light appearing in one of the palace windows.
As she stood and watched, the front door opened, and out there came a
shepherd boy followed by a flock of black goats. Nanina stared at him,
for she had never seen any one so beautiful before. He was dressed in
glittering green, and wore a soft brown hat trimmed with leaves under
which his curls hung down. In one hand he held a crook and in the
other a pipe, and as he drew near, he began to play the pipe and dance
merrily, while the goats behind him skipped and danced too. Nanina had
never seen such goats; they were jet black, with locks curling and
thick and soft as silk. As she listened open-mouthed to the music of
the pipe, she heard it speak words in its playing:—
“When the young birds sing,
And the young plants spring,
Then dance we so merrily together, oh.”
The shepherd boy danced lightly to where she stood, and louder and
louder sounded the pipe, and still it said—
“When the young birds sing,
And the young plants spring,
Then dance we so merrily together, oh.”
Nanina gaped to see the goats dance and spring in time to the music,
and so cheering it was, that she felt her own feet beginning to move
with it. The shepherd made her a low bow and offered her his hand,
and she placed hers in it, and off they started together. Nanina’s
feet felt as light as if they had been made of cork, and she laughed
with glee as she bounded on; and as she danced with the shepherd, so
her flock began to move too, and thus they went, followed by the black
goats and sheep all skipping merrily. “If my flock follow me there can
be no harm,” thought Nanina, and on they kept in time to the wonderful
tune—
“When the young birds sing,
And the young plants spring,
Then dance we so merrily together, oh.”
Whither they went she knew not, she thought of nothing but the joy of
dancing to the wonderful music; but suddenly, just ere sunrise, the
shepherd stopped, and dropped her hand and gave one long slow note on
the pipe, at which the goats gathered round him, and before she knew
where they were going, they had disappeared into the palace. Then she
was in a terrible fright, for she saw the sun beginning to rise, and
found the whole night had passed, when she thought she had only been
ten minutes. She counted her sheep, and, alas! there was one lamb
missing.
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