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The Little MermaidReading time: 5 minutes. Word count: 900 words. |
"But think again," said the witch; "for when once your shape has become like a human being, you can no more be a mermaid. You will never return through the water to your sisters, or to your father's palace again; and if you do not win the love of the prince, so that he is willing to forget his father and mother for your sake, and to love you with his whole soul, and allow the priest to join your hands that you may be man and wife, then you will never have an immortal soul. The first morning after he marries another your heart will break, and you will become foam on the crest of the waves."
"I will do it," said the little mermaid, and she became pale as death.
"But I must be paid also," said the witch, "and it is not a trifle that I ask. You have the sweetest voice of any who dwell here in the depths of the sea, and you believe that you will be able to charm the prince with it also, but this voice you must give to me; the best thing you possess will I have for the price of my draught. My own blood must be mixed with it, that it may be as sharp as a two-edged sword."
"But if you take away my voice," said the little mermaid, "what is left for me?"
"Your beautiful form, your graceful walk, and your expressive eyes; surely with these you can enchain a man's heart. Well, have you lost your courage? Put out your little tongue that I may cut it off as my payment; then you shall have the powerful draught."
"It shall be," said the little mermaid.
Then the witch placed her cauldron on the fire, to prepare the magic draught.
"Cleanliness
is a good thing," said she, scouring the vessel with snakes, which she
had tied together in a large knot; then she pricked herself in the breast, and
let the black blood drop into it. The steam that rose formed itself into such
horrible shapes that no one could look at them without fear. Every moment the
witch threw something else into the vessel, and when it began to boil, the sound
was like the weeping of a crocodile. When at last the magic draught was ready,
it looked like the clearest water. "There it is for you," said the
witch. Then she cut off the mermaid's tongue, so that she became dumb, and would
never again speak or sing. "If the polypi should seize hold of you as you
return through the wood," said the witch, "throw over them a few drops
of the potion, and their fingers will be torn into a thousand pieces."
But the little mermaid had no occasion to do this, for the polypi sprang back
in terror when they caught sight of the glittering draught, which shone in her
hand like a twinkling star.
So
she passed quickly through the wood and the marsh, and between the rushing whirlpools.
She saw that in her father's palace the torches in the ballroom were extinguished,
and all within asleep; but she did not venture to go in to them, for now she
was dumb and going to leave them forever, she felt as if her heart would break.
She stole into the garden, took a flower from the flower-beds of each of her
sisters, kissed her hand a thousand times towards the palace, and then rose
up through the dark blue waters. The sun had not risen when she came in sight
of the prince's palace, and approached the beautiful marble steps, but the moon
shone clear and bright. Then the little mermaid drank the magic draught, and
it seemed as if a two-edged sword went through her delicate body: she fell into
a swoon, and lay like one dead. When the sun arose and shone over the sea, she
recovered, and felt a sharp pain; but just before her stood the handsome young
prince. He fixed his coal-black eyes upon her so earnestly that she cast down
her own, and then became aware that her fish's tail was gone, and that she had
as pretty a pair of white legs and tiny feet as any little maiden could have;
but she had no clothes, so she wrapped herself in her long, thick hair. The
prince asked her who she was, and where she came from, and she looked at him
mildly and sorrowfully with her deep blue eyes; but she could not speak. Every
step she took was as the witch had said it would be, she felt as if treading
upon the points of needles or sharp knives; but she bore it willingly, and stepped
as lightly by the prince's side as a soap-bubble, so that he and all who saw
her wondered at her graceful-swaying movements. She was very soon arrayed in
costly robes of silk and muslin, and was the most beautiful creature in the
palace; but she was dumb, and could neither speak nor sing.
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Source: Hans Christian Andersen, Fairy Tales and Stories. English Translation: H. P. Paull (1872). Weblink. |
Modern
Languages / Anthropology 3043: Folklore & Mythology.
Laura Gibbs, Ph.D.
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