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Get fast, free shipping with Amazon Prime. Your recently viewed items and featured recommendations. View or edit your browsing history. Get to Know Us. English Choose a language for shopping. Not Enabled Word Wise: Not Enabled Screen Reader: Enabled Amazon Best Sellers Rank: Save the fisherman and his family, however, few or no human being were ever to meet within this lovely place. Behind the strip of land there lay a very wild forest, so dark and so impassable, so full of weird creatures and strange apparitions, that most folks must be driven by a great necessity before they would adventure within it.
The aged pious fisherman, however, would cross it again and again with a light heart when he had occasion to carry his fine fish which he caught from his lovely strip of land to a certain great city which lay not far behind the great forest. It was, moreover, made easy for him to pass through the woodland, because he harbored none but pious thoughts and because it was his habit whenever the evil shadows clustered about him, to break out into singing of holy psalm with clear throat and upright heart.
So, as he sat this evening, quite innocently by his nets, a sudden fear came upon him at the sound of rustlings in the gloom of the forest. The noise was caused by a Knight, beautifully appareled, who came riding towards the cottage. It was Sir Huldbrand of Ringstetten. He led his guest into the cottage.
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With this distinguished guest entered, she rose to her feet with an amiable gesture of welcome but sank again into her seat of honor, without offering it to the stranger. Then the three good folks began to chat to one another.
Of the forest, a subject to which the Knight again and again returned, the old man would not confess that he knew much. While this talk was going on, now and again the stranger noticed a noise at the bottom of the little window, as though someone was splashing water on it. I must explain she is our foster daughter Undine, and that she cannot cure herself of these childish ways, although she has already reached her eighteenth year. However, she is a very good girl at heart.
A little latter, a beautiful girl, glided laughingly into the room. She stood fixed with astonishment before the handsome youth. Huldbrand was struck with her charming appearance and dwelt earnestly on her lovely features. Huldbrand and the fisherman sprang from their seats. Before the reached the door, Undine had long vanished into the shadowy darkness.
No Undine was to be heard or seen and the returned to the cottage where the fisherman told Huldbrand the following story. Fifteen years and more have gone by since, once upon a time, I was traveling through the forest with my wares, bound for the city. My wife had stayed at home, as usual, and at that time there was another reason why she should, for God had been gracious enough at our somewhat advanced years to bestow upon us a child of wonderful beauty. But poor folks cannot act so freely as you, Sir Knight, might fancy.
The old man lifted his cap from his bald head, and remained awhile buried in thoughts of prayer. The he covered his brows again and went on. My wife had come to meet me, she had put on mourning garments. My wife had been sitting by the shore of the lake with the child, and as she played with it, suddenly the little thing bent forward, just as though she saw some lovely object in the water. My wife saw her laughing but the next moment, with a sudden movement, she had leaped out of her arms and into the mirror of the lake.
The same evening, as we sat gazing into the fire on the hearth, the door flew open and a beautiful little girl, three or four years old, stood on the threshold, smiling at us.
The water was dripping from he golden hair and rich garments. Her eyes, which reflected the blue of the lake, smiled at us. We decided to keep her in place of our lost Dorothea. We were at a lost to call her. We agreed to call he Dorothea, a gift of God, but she would not hear of it. She said her name was Undine, and so we baptized her. She told a strange bewildered story.
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She had come from some distanced place for, during the fifteen years that have since elapsed, not a trace of her past life have I been able to discover. She prattles about golden castles with crystal roofs, and God knows what else. But the clearest part of her story used to be that with her mother she had gone out upon the great lake and had fallen overboard and remembered nothing more till she found herself under the trees, and felt quite happy upon the pleasant shore. The story was interrupted by a severed storm and a rushing flow of waters, caused by the brook overflowing its banks. They both sprang o the door.
No answer was returned and they ran, one in this direction and the other in that, searching and calling for Undine. Huldbrand became more and more anxious and distressed, the thought that Undine might after all be no more than a mere apparition of the forest came over him with fresh force. Yet, at a distance he could still hear the anxious voice of the fisherman crying to Undine. The longer Huldbrand sought Undine beneath the shades of night and failed to find her, the more anxious and confused did he become. At length he came close to the brink of the swollen stream and saw in the moonlight how it had changed the peninsula into an island.
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Looking close, he perceived under the intertwined branches of the overhanging trees, Undine, smiling and happy, nestling in the flowery grass. With a few steps he was standing beside her. Undine half raised herself and threw her arms around his neck and drew him down beside her on her soft seat.
When at last they had recovered from the excess of their joy, the day had already dawned. Breakfast was brought out under the trees which screened the cottage from the lake, and they sat down to it with contented hearts. Huldbrand then proceeded with his story. It must be some eight days since I rode into that free city beyond the forest. I had scarcely arrived when there was a fair gathering for the tourney and running at the ring, wherein I spared neither my steed nor my lance. One day , as I was standing quietly at the lists resting and was handing my helmet back to one of my squires, I suddenly perceived the figure of an exquisite woman who stood in magnificent attire on one of the balconies and gazed at me.
I asked my neighbor who she was and was told her name was Bertalda and that she was the foster-daughter of one of the great dukes who live in these parts. Undine had set her pearly teeth hard in his finger and looked thoroughly angry and spiteful. On the second day she did not attract me so much and the third day she please me still less. But I kept with her and at length in jest I asked her for one of her gloves. Huldbrand then related some of the strange adventures that befell him in the mysterious forest. It occurred to me that I might very well go astray in the mighty forest, and that this perhaps was the one danger threatened a man who crossed it.
I paused and looked around to see the position of the sun. As I did so, I became aware of a black object on the bough of a lofty oak tree. Then it suddenly seemed to me that a tall white man threw himself in front of the maddened steed and so startled it that it stood still.
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I mastered it and perceived that what had saved me was no white man but the silvery brightness of a cascade. Suddenly there rose up at my side a strange little man, dwarf and ugly with a nose no smaller than the rest of him put together. He grinned and bowed which displeased me very much. I thanked him quite curtly, turned my trebly steed around and thought I would undertake some other adventure or that I would make my way home. Suddenly the little fellow was standing again in front of my horse.
The old people took pleasure in the intimacy of the young pair and regarded them as betrothed. A low knocking was heard at the cottage door, accompanied by a deep groan. They were all startled as the enchanted forest lay so near and the little promontory seemed just now inaccessible to human beings. Undine opened the door and held a lamp out in the stormy night, and perceived standing there an aged priest.
They took him into another room, furnished him with other clothes and refreshed him with food and wine. The priest then told how the day before he had set out from his cloister to visit the bishop, but the small craft in which he was being conducted had been upset by the ragging storm and that a wave had cast him here under the trees of the island, where he had seen the light in the cottage and ventured hither.
The old dame went to arrange the bridal chamber and to look for two consecrated tapers which she had in her possession for some time, and which she thought essential to the nuptial ceremony. The priest lighted the tapers that he placed upon a table and summoned the bridal pair to stand opposite him. He then gave them to each other with a few solemn words and the bride, trembling and thoughtful. Leaned upon the knight. He must still standing before the door to see if you will invite him in. It seemed even to him as if he could still see a white streak, but it soon completely disappeared in the darkness.
He persuaded the priest that he must have made a complete mistake and they all sat down quietly around the hearth. Both before and during the ceremony, Undine had shown herself gentle and quite; but it now seemed as if all the wayward humors that rioted within her, burst forth. She teased her bridegroom and foster parents and even the holy person whom she had so lately reverenced, with all sorts of childish tricks.
Reproachful words were of no avail. She, however went up to him caressingly. It was evident that she was preparing herself to explain something but hesitated and burst into a flood of tears. There is nothing of evil in her but much indeed that is mysterious. But, intoxicated with love and extinguishing the tapers, he bore his beautiful beloved to the bridal chamber by the light of the moon which shone brightly through the windows. The young couple were awakened by the clear light of morning. Undine shrank bashfully underneath the cover-lid while Huldbrand lay quietly staring before him.
Whenever he had fallen asleep during the night he had been disturbed by strange and horrible dreams of phantoms, who endeavored with horrible grins to disquiet themselves as fair women, or else fair women whose faces suddenly became the masks of dragons. And when he awakened in the grip of these hideous visions, the pale cold light of the moon would be streaming through the windows. He would glance in terror at Undine, on whose bosom he had fallen asleep, and who now lay by him in unruffled beauty and sweetness. Then he would press a fugitive kiss on the rosy lips and would fall asleep again, only to be aroused by a fresh horrors.
But now, completely awakened, every doubt was completely removed. He cheerfully arose and went forth to their housemates — in the common room. And now, Undine was ready al last, and stood in the doorway. She cooked and arranged breakfast and was quiet, kind and attentive all through the day. In the eyes of the young wife there swam, as it were, a dew of melancholy and of love, a tender sorrowful secret seem hanging on her lips. Silently she led her young lover further away; when he spoke, she replied only with looks in which there lay a whole heaven of love and shy devotion.
So they reached the banks of the swollen forest torrent and they found that its waters had become so quite that no trace of their former rage and volume. Now take me over to the little island, it shall be decided there. Huldbrand, strangely agitated and alarmed, knew not what to reply. He took her in his arms and carried her over. Over there, opposite me, I wish to read your eyes before your lips can speak.
Listen attentively to what I am going to tell you. They but seldom allow you to gaze upon them. In the flames glitter and sparkle the marvelous salamanders; deep within the earth, the lean spiteful gnomes have their dwelling; through the woodlands flit the wood-folk whose home is in the air; and in the lakes and streams there moves the endless race of spirits of the water. In ringing vaults of crystal, through which heaven looks down with sun and stars, these have their abode. The inhabitants walk on pure sea sand, or over fair and variegated shells. Many a fisherman has rejoiced to surprise a delicate water girl, rising from the floods and singing.
Of her beauty, he has told his fellows, and men have come to name such strange maidens Undines. We and those who resemble us in the other elements, we vanish and are gone, breath and body, so that no trace of us remains behind, and when you others on some future day shall wake to a purer life, we shall be what sand and smoke and winds and waves are made of. For no souls have we; it is the element that moves us, often, so long as we live, obey us, and when we die, turns us to dust and we rejoice, without a peevish sigh, as do nightingales and little golden fishes and other pretty children of nature.
Yet all creatures desire to rise to higher things. So my father, who is a mighty prince of waters in the Mediterranean Sea, desired that his daughter should in measure possess a soul, and in consequence should share many of the sufferings of those in whom souls are born. But one of us can only win a soul by the most intimate union in love with one of your race.
Now I do possess a soul; to you I owe this soul, O inexpressibly beloved one, and I will be grateful to you for it if you will not that my whole life through should be made wretched. For what would become of me, if you were to avoid and repulse me? But I could not deceive even to retain you.
And if you are going to repulse me, o it now, and pass back alone to yonder shore. But strong is he, and more worth than many fisherman, me a gay and laughing child, he will lead me back again to my parents — I with my soul, a loving, suffering woman. She would have said more but Huldbrand cast his arms about her, full of the most tender agitation and love, and bore her back again to shore. Then, with tears and kisses, he swore that he would never leave his darling wife. In sweet contentment Undine hung upon his arm as they wandered back to cottage, and now she realized from the depths of her heart how little need she had to regret having deserted the crystal mansions of her wondrous father.
When Huldbrand awoke the next morning he missed his lovely companion at his side. He has already drawn all the waters back into his peaceful channel, and now is flowing through the woodland like the sober hermit that he used to be. His comrades have all gone to rest and everything is peaceful around us and you can journey homeward dry-foot as soon as you will.
It seemed to Huldbrand he must be dreaming with his eyes wide open, so little sense could he find in this strange relation to his wife. As he was standing a little while afterwards with her at the door, he felt so happy in this cradle of his love that he said: In the world outside we shall find no days more delicious than those we have lived through in this our secret hiding place. Let us al least see the sun go down from here two or three times more. At present they suppose my quietness to be no more than is the restfulness of the lake when the air is tranquil.
Do not make me chose the very moment when a heart agitated with love has newly been bestowed upon me to take it from them forever; and yet how could I hide from them the new conditions should we continue to stay here together? Huldbrand agreed that she was right. He went to the old man and made arrangements for the journey, proposing to start immediately. The priest offered himself as a companion and they mounted the young wife on horseback and set forth with her across the dries-up bed of the woodland torrent into the forest.
Undine wept silently but bitterly. The three travelers had entered in silence into the deepest shadows of the woodland. Huldbrand had no eyes saved for his fair bride. Undine, who had dried her gentle tears, had only eyes for him, and their looks conversed in a quite speech without words, which was first interrupted by a slight interchange of greeting between the priest and a fourth fellow-traveler whom they now observed for the first time.
For, as I said, of penance know I nothing, and have no idea that I require it. The fact merely is that I am fond of the woodland because it looks so curiously pretty, and amuses me so much.
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By the way I have something to tell that young woman over there. What, not a word for Uncle Kuhleborn, who carried you to this spot on his back? If it were not for me the riotous earth-spirits might play stupid practical jokes with you so let me accompany you in this quite way; the old priest there seems to recollect me much better than you do for he just assured me that my face seemed very familiar to him, and that I really must have been near him when he fell into the water. It is true I was for I was the identical sheet of water which shipped him out and on which in process of time he swam safe to shore.
Undine and the knight looked at Father Heinemann but he seemed to be walking in a dream, and no longer to understand what was said to him. We need your help no more, and nothing can frighten us as much as you do. Therefore, in the name of mercy be so good as to disappear and let us go our way in peace. Kuhleborn seemed very unwilling to do this. He made an ugly face and grinned at Undine who screamed out loudly and turned towards her husband for help. But it struck a torrent which came streaming down from the lofty rock and suddenly poured over them in a splashing that sounded almost like laughter and drenched them to the skin.
The priest, as though suddenly awaken said: At first it almost seemed to me as though it was a human being and could speak. Guard always just as well your lovely bride. The imperial city lay sparkling before them, and the evening sun that gilded it roofs, dried the soaked raiment of the wanderers. The sudden disappearance of the young Knight Huldbrand Von Ringstetten from the imperial city had caused great solicitude. When he now suddenly appeared every one rejoiced, except Bertalda. She, however, conducted herself as a wise maiden and lived on the most friendly terms with Undine.
Day by day Undine felt her affection increase for the fair maiden and Bertalda also could not deny the fact that she felt herself drawn to Undine. It was proposed that Bertalda should accompany Undine for a time to Castle Ringstetten, near the source of the Danube. Just as they were fixing the day for their departure, a tall man approached them from the middle of the square and said something in the ear of the young wife.
She stepped a little aside with the stranger and both began to whisper together. She invited Bertalda and sent an invitation to her foster parents to dine with them on the appointed day and soon after the parted. The company were sitting at dinner; Bertalda looking like some goddess of spring with her flowers and jewels, was placed between Undine and Huldbrand.
Huldbrand and Bertalda were waiting with impatience for the promised explanation from Undine. At the sign from Undine the old fisherman and his wife entered the room. But, indignant, Bertalda tore herself from their embrace. It seemed to her that Undine had devised all this to humbled her before Huldbrand. If she would only go out into the hall with me. Bertalda was pale as death. The Lord of Ringstetten would have been well pleased if all the events of this day could have been prevented.
But, as it turned out, he could not but be gratified to find his exquisite wife so pious, gracious and dignified. Yet it is certain that popular opinion about her had not altered. But of that the knight and his lady knew nothing and so there was nothing to do but to leave the walls of that ancient city behind them as soon as possible. At daybreak a neat carriage was waiting for Undine in front of the door of their inn. The knight was conducting his beautiful lady from the door when a fisher-maiden stepped across their path.
She told them her foster parents had withdrew their protection from her, though not without giving her a rich portion, that her father would not take her with him until she changed and suggested that she return through the haunted forest not as a lady, but as a fisher-girl, but that she had a terrible dread of the forest which was said to be haunted.
We shall discuss there how we shall share things as sisters. Huldbrand had much to hear from his vassals so that Undine and Bertalda were left alone. They climbed on to the high wall of the stronghold and enjoyed the view that expanded on every side. Then a tall man stepped up to them who almost reminded Bertalda of the fountain-man in the imperial city.
Undine glanced back at him with displeasure, almost threatening, aspect and he disappeared. At first the girl was startled and thought her friend had gone out of her mind. She gazed at Undine with respect but could no longer resist a shudder which seemed to pass between herself and her friend and wondered how the knight could have so loved and attached himself to a being, which since these latest revelations, could not but appear to her more like a ghost than a woman.
He and she began to dread the poor wife. Undine wept and her tears were like gnawing of conscience in the heart of the knight without ever waking the old love he bore for her. Sometimes he was kind to her, yet he would soon turn away from her with a cold shudder and seek the human maid, Bertalda. A variety of wonderful apparitions met Huldbrand and Bertalda in the vaulted galleries of Castle Ringstetten.
The tall white man in whom Huldbrand recognized only too plainly as Uncle Kuhleborn, and Bertalda, the ghostly fountain-man. Often rose menacing before them both but particularly in front of Bertalda, so that once or twice she had become quite ill with the terror of it and often determined that she would quite the castle.
But she stayed on, partly because she was so very fond of Huldbrand and partly because, as they had never come to any definite understanding, she thought her innocence would protect her, partly too because she did not know whither to turn her steps. However lonely I now sit in my cottage, Bertalda is better with you than with me. Only let her do nothing to harm my beloved Undine. She will have my curse it be so.
On day when Huldbrand had just ridden out, Undine ordered the domestics to bring a large stone and cover with it the magnificent fountain which stood in the middle of the castle yard. The water indeed wonderful, agitated and hissing, it seems as if something within it were struggling to free itself. Undine was firm and soon the stone was firmly lying over the opening of the fountain. She leaned thoughtfully over it and wrote with her beautiful fingers on its surface. She must have concealed something very sharp and biting in her hand for when she turned away and the others approached, they found inscribed upon the stone all sorts of strange characters which none of them had ever seen before.
How much less then, his wedded wife? He took her affectionately by the arm and led her to his chamber where she spoke as follows:. He has sometimes frighten Bertalda so much as to make her ill. It seems he has no soul, he is nothing but an elemental mirror of the outer world, which can never flash back the inner one. Well he sees from time to time that you are displeased with me, that in my childish ways I weep on account of it, that Bertalda chooses that very moment for laughter.
He wants to be interfering in our affairs. What would be the use of my being cross with him and telling him to go away? He does not believe a word I say. His poor nature has no conception of the fact that the pains and pleasures of love are so closely intermingled.
Smile break forth out of the heart of tears, and tears out of eyes that are in the very act of smiling.