Part 11 (1/2)
'It is well that we should go together, since thou hast lain by my side for nigh sixty years,' she whispered, hiding her face against his breast.
'How now?' cried a rea.s.suring voice. 'Dost despair so easily?' And looking up they saw their friend the Dwarf riding on a rough raft in the centre of the stream, and steering before him the trunk of an immense pine. This he proceeded to fix crosswise in front of their little garden, so as to form a dam. The torrent now pa.s.sed by the cottage, leaving it undisturbed, and the voice of the wind was hushed.
The sun came out, and the birds sang; but the only people alive in Schillingsdorf were the shepherd and his old wife.”
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Chapter X
The Wild Huntsman.
The forest paths were dappled with sunlight as Father and I strolled down its winding glades, and all the wood things were chirping and chattering with joy. Now and then something brown and furry scuttled across our path, and once I all but trod on a tiny mouse, who had hidden herself under last year's leaves.
”You clumsy boy!” said a tiny voice, and I turned in time to catch sight of a wee pink Elf as she sprang from the flower Father wore in his b.u.t.ton hole upon a bright blue b.u.t.terfly which had been hovering above her for some time, and now darted swiftly away.
After a while we came to an open s.p.a.ce where the woodmen had been felling timber. Several great trees still lay on the ground; one was particularly straight and round, and I noticed three wide crosses cut deep into the bark. I thought I would like to carve my name there too, for my knife had been most beautifully sharp since the _Nain Rouge_ touched it, so when Father sat down soon afterward to read his letters, I went straight back to the spot. As I reached it I heard the distant baying of hounds; the sound came nearer and nearer, and mingling with it were shouts in a strange deep voice, which almost frightened me.
As I looked up, my knife was jerked out of my hand by a little woman dressed in green, who pushed me breathlessly aside and sat down, sobbing bitterly, on the middle cross. I was still staring at her when there flashed through the air a huntsman on a fiery horse, followed by many hounds. Their hurrying feet knocked off my cap and rumpled all my hair. They had pa.s.sed in a second, and next moment I heard their baying far away.
The little woman in green sobbed still, but she seemed to be growing calmer. Her hair and eyes were a soft light grey, and her frock was most prettily trimmed with tufts of moss.
”Aha!” I thought when I noticed this, ”you are one of the Moss-women, I've no doubt.” For I knew that these were supposed to haunt the forests of Southern Germany.
”That was the Wild Huntsman,” said the little thing, looking at me trustfully. ”But for the kindness of the woodcutters who make these marks in the trees they fell, I should have fallen to his bow and spear. When we can find three crosses we are safe, for he dare not touch us then.”
I waited to hear what else she would say, for I thought of the Kobold's ”_Why? Why? Why?_” and did not like to ask her questions. In a little while her lips were smiling, and swaying to and fro, as a tree sways in the wind, she began to sing. I knew I had heard that song before, but I could not think where until I remembered that the pines which rustled against the windows of my night nursery had often sung it when I was small.
”It's the song of the wind,” she told me, ”and the very first sound we hear. We are born in the roots of the tree which is to be our home, and when this dies, we must die too. So long as the sap runs through its branches, and the bark is not cut or injured, we are safe and sound in our snug recess, but at certain times we are bound to leave it, to seek for food, or to attend our lords. It is then that we are in such grave danger--and all because Elfrida tried her witcheries on a stranger.”
”What did she do?” I could not help asking.
”I will tell you,” said the Moss-woman sadly, ”and then you will understand why even the youngest of us has now grey hair.”
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The Wild Huntsman.
”Elfrida was the fairest of our race,” she sighed, ”and her palace the tallest and straightest pine that ever raised its boughs to Heaven.
When she left its shelter at early dawn to bathe in some sparkling stream, or seek for sweet berries in the thickets, the Flower-Elves flocked to greet her; wild roses gave her their bloom for her oval cheeks, and the violets scented her sunny hair. Wherever she pa.s.sed, the moss grew a brighter green, and she had but to breathe on a gnarled old trunk, and the softest feathery fronds came to hide its ugliness. The creatures of the forest were all her friends, and took pride, as we did, in her loveliness.
'Have a care, Elfrida--a stranger comes!' cried a squirrel one summer morning, staying his dancing feet to warn her. His up-c.o.c.ked ears had caught the thud of some well-shod charger's swift approach, and he guessed he would not be riderless.
'Go back to thy palace, dear child!' cooed a motherly pigeon who had reared many broods of snowy fledglings, and mis...o...b..ed the sparkle in Elfrida's pale green eyes.
'Haste thee home, Elfrida!' cried the stream as it gurgled over the stones; 'haste thee home, and hide thy face from the sunlight.' But Elfrida pretended not to hear as she shook out the crystal drops from her gorgeous hair.