الفصل الفصل 64 · Jorinda and Joringel

. Jorinda and Joringel

There was once an old castle in the midst of a large and thick forest,

and in it an old woman who was a witch dwelt all alone. In the day-time

she changed herself into a cat or a screech-owl, but in the evening she

took her proper shape again as a human being. She could lure wild

beasts and birds to her, and then she killed and boiled and roasted

them. If any one came within one hundred paces of the castle he was

obliged to stand still, and could not stir from the place until she

bade him be free. But whenever an innocent maiden came within this

circle, she changed her into a bird, and shut her up in a wicker-work

cage, and carried the cage into a room in the castle. She had about

seven thousand cages of rare birds in the castle.

Now, there was once a maiden who was called Jorinda, who was fairer

than all other girls. She and a handsome youth named Joringel had

promised to marry each other. They were still in the days of betrothal,

and their greatest happiness was being together. One day in order that

they might be able to talk together in quiet they went for a walk in

the forest. “Take care,” said Joringel, “that you do not go too near

the castle.”

It was a beautiful evening; the sun shone brightly between the trunks

of the trees into the dark green of the forest, and the turtle-doves

sang mournfully upon the young boughs of the birch-trees.

Jorinda wept now and then: she sat down in the sunshine and was

sorrowful. Joringel was sorrowful too; they were as sad as if they were

about to die. Then they looked around them, and were quite at a loss,

for they did not know by which way they should go home. The sun was

still half above the mountain and half set.

Joringel looked through the bushes, and saw the old walls of the castle

close at hand. He was horror-stricken and filled with deadly fear.

Jorinda was singing—

“My little bird, with the necklace red,

Sings sorrow, sorrow, sorrow,

He sings that the dove must soon be dead,

Sings sorrow, sor—jug, jug, jug.”

Joringel looked for Jorinda. She was changed into a nightingale, and

sang, “jug, jug, jug.” A screech-owl with glowing eyes flew three times

round about her, and three times cried, “to-whoo, to-whoo, to-whoo!”

Joringel could not move: he stood there like a stone, and could neither

weep nor speak, nor move hand or foot.

The sun had now set. The owl flew into the thicket, and directly

afterwards there came out of it a crooked old woman, yellow and lean,

with large red eyes and a hooked nose, the point of which reached to

her chin. She muttered to herself, caught the nightingale, and took it

away in her hand.

Joringel could neither speak nor move from the spot; the nightingale

was gone. At last the woman came back, and said in a hollow voice,

“Greet thee, Zachiel. If the moon shines on the cage, Zachiel, let him

loose at once.” Then Joringel was freed. He fell on his knees before

the woman and begged that she would give him back his Jorinda, but she

said that he should never have her again, and went away. He called, he

wept, he lamented, but all in vain, “Ah, what is to become of me?”

Joringel went away, and at last came to a strange village; there he

kept sheep for a long time. He often walked round and round the castle,

but not too near to it. At last he dreamt one night that he found a

blood-red flower, in the middle of which was a beautiful large pearl;

that he picked the flower and went with it to the castle, and that

everything he touched with the flower was freed from enchantment; he

also dreamt that by means of it he recovered his Jorinda.

In the morning, when he awoke, he began to seek over hill and dale if

he could find such a flower. He sought until the ninth day, and then,

early in the morning, he found the blood-red flower. In the middle of

it there was a large dew-drop, as big as the finest pearl.

Day and night he journeyed with this flower to the castle. When he was

within a hundred paces of it he was not held fast, but walked on to the

door. Joringel was full of joy; he touched the door with the flower,

and it sprang open. He walked in through the courtyard, and listened

for the sound of the birds. At last he heard it. He went on and found

the room from whence it came, and there the witch was feeding the birds

in the seven thousand cages.

When she saw Joringel she was angry, very angry, and scolded and spat

poison and gall at him, but she could not come within two paces of him.

He did not take any notice of her, but went and looked at the cages

with the birds; but there were many hundred nightingales, how was he to

find his Jorinda again?

Just then he saw the old woman quietly take away a cage with a bird in

it, and go towards the door.

Swiftly he sprang towards her, touched the cage with the flower, and

also the old woman. She could now no longer bewitch any one; and

Jorinda was standing there, clasping him round the neck, and she was as

beautiful as ever!