<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[56]</SPAN></span></p>
<h2>X<br/> <br/> <span class="f8">THE CHILD OF MARY</span></h2>
<p class="cap"><span class="upper">Far</span>, far from here, in a great forest, there once
lived a poor couple. Heaven blessed them with
a charming little daughter; but they were so poor
they did not know how they were going to get her
christened. So her father had to go forth to see
whether he could not find a god-father to pay for the
child’s christening. All day long he went from one
to another; but no one wanted to be the god-father.
Toward evening, as he was going home, he met a
very lovely lady, who wore the most splendid clothes,
and seemed most kind and friendly, and she offered
to see that the child was christened, if she might
be allowed to keep it afterward. The man replied
that first he must ask his wife. But when he reached
home and asked her she gave him a flat “no.” The
following day the man set out again; but no one
wanted to be the god-father if he had to pay for the
christening himself, and no matter how hard the
man begged, it was all of no avail. When he went
home that evening, he again met the lovely lady, who
looked so gentle, and she made him the same offer as
before. The man again told his wife what had happened
to him, and added that if he could not find a
god-father for his child the following day, they would
probably have to let the lady take her, since she<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[57]</SPAN></span>
seemed to be so kind and friendly. The man then
went out for the third time, and found no god-father
that day. And so, when he once more met the
friendly lady in the evening, he promised to let her
have the child, if she would see that it was baptized.
The following morning the lady came to the man’s
hut, and with her two other men. She then took the
child and went to church with it, and it was baptized.
Then she took it with her, and the little girl
remained with her for several years, and her foster-mother
was always good and kind to her.</p>
<p>Now when the girl had grown old enough to make
distinctions, and had acquired some sense, it chanced
that her foster-mother once wished to take a journey.
“You may go into any room you wish,” she
said to the girl, “only you are not to go into these
three rooms,” and then she set out on her journey.
But the girl could not resist opening the door to the
one room a little way—and swish! out flew a star.
When her foster-mother came home, she was much
grieved to find that the star had flown out, and was
so annoyed with her foster-child that she threatened
to send her away. But the girl pleaded and cried,
until at last she was allowed to remain.</p>
<p>After a time the foster-mother wanted to take another
journey, and she forbade the girl, above all,
to go into the two rooms which, as yet, she had not
entered. And the girl promised her that this time
she would obey her. But when she had been alone
for some time, and had had all sorts of thoughts as
to what there might be in the second room, she could<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[58]</SPAN></span>
no longer resist opening the second door a little way—and
swish! out flew the moon. When the foster-mother
returned, and saw the moon had slipped out,
she again grieved greatly, and told the girl she could
keep her no longer, and that now she must go. But
when the girl again began to cry bitterly, and
pleaded with such grace that it was impossible to
deny her, she was once more allowed to remain.</p>
<p>After this the foster-mother wished to take another
journey, and she told the girl, who was now
more than half-grown, that she must take her request
not to go, or even so much as peep into the
third room, seriously to heart. But when the foster-mother
had been away for some time, and the girl
was all alone and bored, she could at last resist no
longer. “O,” thought she, “how pleasant it would
be to take a peep into that third room!” It is true,
that at first she thought she would not do it, because
of her foster-mother; yet when the thought
returned to her, she could not hold back, after all;
but decided that she should and must by all means
take a peep. So she opened the door the least little
bit—and swish! out flew the sun. When the foster-mother
then returned, and saw that the sun had
flown out, she grieved greatly, and told the girl that
now she could positively stay with her no longer.
The foster-daughter cried and pleaded even more
touchingly than before; but all to no avail. “No, I
must now punish you,” said the foster-mother.
“But you shall have your choice of either becoming
the most beautiful of all maidens, without the power<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[59]</SPAN></span>
of speech, or the most homely, yet able to talk. But
you must leave this place.” The girl said: “Then I
would rather be the most beautiful of maidens without
the power of speech”—and such she became, but
from that time on she was dumb.</p>
<p>Now when the girl had left her foster-mother, and
had wandered for a time, she came to a large, large
wood, and no matter how far she went she could not
reach its end. When evening came, she climbed into
a high tree that stood over a spring, and sat down
in its branches to sleep. Not far from it stood a
king’s castle, and early the next morning a serving-maid
came from it, to get water from the spring for
the prince’s tea. And when the serving-maid saw
the lovely face in the spring, she thought it was her
own. At once she threw down her pail and ran back
home holding her head high, and saying: “If I am
as beautiful as all that, I am too good to carry water
in a pail!” Then another was sent to fetch water,
but the same thing happened with her; she, too, came
back and said she was far too handsome and too
good to go to the spring and fetch water for the
prince. Then the prince went himself, for he wanted
to see what it all meant. And when he came to the
spring, he also saw the picture, and at once looked
up into the tree. And so he saw the lovely maiden
who was seated among its branches. He coaxed her
down, took her back home with him, and nothing
would do but that she must be his bride, because she
was so beautiful. But his mother, who was still
living, objected: “She cannot speak,” said she,<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[60]</SPAN></span>
“and, maybe, she belongs to the troll-folk.” But the
prince would not be satisfied until he had won her.
When, after a time, heaven bestowed a child upon
the queen, the prince set a strong guard about her.
But suddenly they all fell asleep, and her foster-mother
came, cut the child’s little finger, rubbed
some of the blood over the mouth and hands of the
queen, and said: “Now you shall grieve just as I did
when you let the star slip out!” And with that she
disappeared with the child. When those whom the
prince had set to keep guard opened their eyes again,
they thought that the queen had devoured her child,
and the old queen wanted to have her burned; but
the prince loved her so very tenderly, that after
much pleading he succeeded in having her saved
from punishment, though only with the greatest
difficulty.</p>
<div class="figcenter"><SPAN name="i003" id="i003"></SPAN> <ANTIMG src="images/i003.jpg" width-obs="406" height-obs="579" alt="“AND SO HE SAW THE LOVELY MAIDEN WHO WAS SEATED AMONG ITS BRANCHES.” —Page 59" title="" /><br/> <span class="caption">“AND SO HE SAW THE LOVELY MAIDEN WHO WAS SEATED AMONG ITS BRANCHES.”<br/> <span class="flr">—Page 59</span></span></div>
<p>When heaven gave her a second child, a guard of
twice as many men as had first stood watch was
again set about her; yet everything happened as before,
only that this time the foster-mother said to
her: “Now you shall grieve as I did when you let the
moon slip out!” The queen wept and pleaded—for
when the foster-mother was there she could speak—but
without avail. Now the old queen insisted that
she be burned. But the prince once more succeeded
in begging her free. When heaven gave her a third
child, a three-fold guard was set about her. The
foster-mother came while the guard slept, took the
child, cut its little finger, and rubbed some of the
blood on the queen’s mouth. “Now,” said she, “you<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[61]</SPAN></span>
shall grieve just as I did when you let the sun slip
out!” And now the prince could in no way save her,
she was to be and should be burned. But at the very
moment when they were leading her to the stake, the
foster-mother appeared with all three children; the
two older ones she led by the hand, the youngest she
carried on her arm. She stepped up to the young
queen and said: “Here are your children, for now
I give them back to you. I am the Virgin Mary, and
the grief that you have felt is the same grief that I
felt aforetimes, when you had let the star, the moon
and the sun slip out. Now you have been punished
for that which you did, and from now on the power
of speech is restored to you!”</p>
<p>The happiness which then filled the prince and
princess may be imagined, but cannot be described.
They lived happily together ever after, and from
that time forward even the prince’s mother was very
fond of the young queen.</p>
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<p class="center">NOTE</p>
<p>“The Child of Mary” (Asbjörnsen, and Moe, N.F.E., p. 34, No. 8,
taken from the Bresemann translation [1847]), is a pious fairy-tale,
which is also current in Germany; a good fairy often takes the place
of the Virgin Mary.</p>
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