JORINDA AND JORINGEL
HERE 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 daytime, 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, then she killed and boiled and roasted
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, 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,
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 turtledoves
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 to go home. The sun was 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
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.
Directly afterward 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
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.
One night he dreamt 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 toe 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 to 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
Day and night, he journeyed with this flower to the
 When he was within a hundred paces of it he was not
held fast, but walked on to the
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. There the
Witch was feeding the birds in the seven thousand
When she saw Joringel, she was angry, very angry, and
scolded and spat poison and
gall, 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
toward the door.
Swiftly he sprang toward her, touched the cage with the
flower, and also the Old
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!