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
"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
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