Today | News | Books | Recipes Adventure | Science Fiction | Ghost stories | Poetry | Children | History Fairy dreams : $b or, Wanderings in Elf-landThe Project Gutenberg eBook of Fairy dreams This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere in the United States and most other parts of the world at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org. If you are not located in the United States, you will have to check the laws of the country where you are located before using this eBook. Title: Fairy dreams or, Wanderings in Elf-land Author: Jane G. Austin Illustrator: Hammatt Billings Release date: June 26, 2025 [eBook #76391] Language: English Original publication: Boston: J.E. Tilton and Company, 1859 Other information and formats: www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/76391 Credits: Sonya Schermann, Steve Mattern and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from images generously made available by The Internet Archive) *** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK FAIRY DREAMS *** FAIRY DREAMS. [Illustration] FAIRY DREAMS; OR, WANDERINGS IN ELF-LAND. BY JANE G. AUSTIN. With illustrations, BY HAMMATT BILLINGS. BOSTON: J. E. TILTON AND COMPANY. Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1859, by J. E. TILTON AND COMPANY, In the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the District of Massachusetts. CAMBRIDGE: Allen and Farnham, Electrotypers. PRINTED BY GEO. C. RAND & AVERY. CONTENTS PRINCE RUDOLF'S FLOWER 9 KÖNIG TOLV'S BRIDE 50 THE GRAY CAT AND THE CAVE OF THE WINDS 86 THE FROST-MAIDEN 134 UNDER THE SEA 156 THE CASTLE ON THE CLIFF 197 PRINCE RUDOLF'S FLOWER [Illustration] The palace clock with twelve sonorous peals announced the hour of noon; and as the last vibrating echo died away, King Merowald entered the audience-chamber and seated himself upon the throne, looking around upon the nobles and courtiers who stood about him. "Is there any among you who would ask a boon of the king?" inquired he, in a gracious voice. A short pause ensued, and then from the lower end of the hall, a handsome, graceful youth approached quickly and knelt upon one knee before the throne. The aged king bent forward with a movement of surprise; the glittering crowd of courtiers rustled their silken garments for a moment, and each moved a step forward, and then a breathless silence filled that vast chamber; for the graceful youth kneeling so humbly there, his arms crossed, his head bowed low upon his breast, was Rudolf, the only and well-beloved son of the monarch before whom he knelt. The silence was broken by the tremulous voice of the old king. "My son, what seek you?" asked he. "A boon, my gracious lord and father." "And what?" inquired again the king. "I ask permission, my father, to go out into the world to seek the flower of which I have dreamed, and which alone can make me happy." "What is the flower, my son?" "Alas, dear father, I cannot tell; the dream has fled, and I can neither recall the form, the color, or the name of this exquisite blossom, although if I should find it, I should certainly recognize it, and without it I cannot live." "Go first, my son," said the king, after a long pause, "to Althoso, and ask his advice. If he bid you go, I will not refuse my consent." Prince Rudolf rose, and, bowing low, left the audience-chamber. Passing through several long corridors and galleries, he arrived at a low-arched door and knocked loudly. The door was presently opened by a short, crooked little man, with an enormous hump upon his back, who, twisting his head so as to look up into the prince's face, croaked out: "Oh, it's the handsome prince to-day, is it? Well, well, they all have to come to us." Prince Rudolf paid no attention to the ugly dwarf, but mounted rapidly the steep, winding stairs which lay before him, until he arrived at another door similar to that he had just passed. Here again he knocked, but this time softly, and almost timidly. "Who is there?" asked a deep voice. "Prince Rudolf," replied the young man. The heavy door swung slowly open. "Enter, prince," replied the voice; and Rudolf obeying, found himself in a small room, crowded with books, drawings, and papers. At one side glowed a charcoal furnace, over which, in an iron pan, some strange compound was bubbling. Various utensils and preparations were scattered near it, as if the prince's entrance had interrupted in some important operation the old man who stood in the middle of the little room, his long purple gown wrapped about him, and his dark eyes fixed upon the face of the visitor. "And what does Prince Rudolf seek of me?" asked he, at length. "My father has sent me to ask your advice, wise Althoso," replied the prince. "For seven nights have I dreamed of a lovely flower, which, while I hold it, fills my whole soul with joy; but when I awake, I can no longer remember the name of the flower, nor its form, color, or perfume; yet should I see it, I should at once know it. Can you tell me, O wise Althoso! the name or the home of this blossom, without which I must surely die?" The old man smiled sadly and shook his head. "Prince," said he, "if you would value the flower, you must seek it for yourself. Could I give it to you, or tell you where to find it, you would not value it an hour. Go out into the wide world and seek it, but stop--you may not know your flower among all you will find in the world, although you think so now. Here is a white veil which I prepared for you, knowing that you would come to me, and here is a spear with a diamond point. When you have found a flower which you think may be yours, throw the veil over it; if the veil remains white and whole, leave it there till you have slept, then pluck the flower and bring it home. But should the veil show itself soiled or rent, there is not your flower; seize the veil and fly. Should you be detained by enchantments which you cannot break through, use your diamond pointed spear: before it every charm will fall. Now go, my son, and leave me to my labors." The old man turned to his furnace as he spoke, and began stirring the mixture in the iron pan, which presently sent up a hot, stinging vapor, which filled the whole room. Seizing the glistening white veil and the sharp, strong lance which lay upon the table, Rudolf ran down the stairs past the dwarf, who opened the door, and, hastening to his own chamber, packed in a knapsack a few clothes, and the picture of his mother, who had died when he was an infant. Then as the palace clock struck one, the prince entered the apartment of his father, who had soon returned to it from the hall of audience. Rudolf, kneeling again before him, told him of the words of Althoso; showed him the veil and the spear, and besought his father's blessing and permission to set out. These the old king bestowed upon him, not without tears; and, wiping his own eyes, Rudolf kissed his father's hand, and descended to |