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JORINDA AND JORINDEL
THERE was once an old castle that stood in the middle
of a large thick wood, and in the castle lived an old
fairy. All the day long she flew about in the form of
an owl, or crept about the country like a cat; but at
night she always became an old woman again. When any
youth came within a hundred paces of her castle, he
became quite fixed, and could not move a step till she
came and set him free; but when any pretty maiden came
within that distance, she was changed into a bird; and
the fairy put her into a cage and hung her up in a
chamber in the castle.
 There were seven
hundred of these cages hanging in the castle, and all
with beautiful birds in them.
Now there was once a maiden whose name was Jorinda; she
was prettier than all the pretty girls that ever were
seen; and a shepherd whose name was Jorindel was very
fond of her, and they were soon to be married. One day
they went to walk in the wood, that they might be
alone; and Jorindel said, "We must take care that we
don't go too near to the castle." It was a beautiful
evening; the last rays of the setting sun shone bright
through the long stems of the trees upon the green
underwood beneath, and the turtle-doves sang
plaintively from the tall birches.
Jorinda sat down to gaze upon the sun; Jorindel sat by
her side; and both felt sad, they knew not why; but it
seemed as if they were to be parted from one another
forever. They had wan dered a long way; and when they
looked to see which way they should go home, they found
themselves at a loss to know what path to take.
The sun was setting fast, and already half of his
circle had disappeared behind the hill; Jorindel on a
sudden looked behind him, and as he saw through the
bushes that they had, without knowing it, sat down
close under the old walls of the castle, he shrank for
fear, turned pale, and trembled. Jorinda was singing,—
"The ring-dove sang from the willow spray,
He monrn'd for the fate
Of his lovely mate,
The song ceased suddenly. Jorindel turned to see the
reason, and beheld his Jorinda changed into a
nightingale; so that her song ended with a mournful
jug, jug. An owl with fiery eyes flew three times round
them, and three times screamed, Tu whu! Tu whu! Tu whu!
Jorindel could not move; he stood fixed as a stone, and
could neither weep, nor speak, nor stir hand or foot.
And now the sun went quite down; the gloomy night came;
the owl flew into a bush; and a moment after the old
fairy came forth pale and meagre, with staring eyes,
and a nose and chin that almost met.
She mumbled something to herself, seized the
nightingale, and went away with it in her hand. Poor
Jorindel saw the nightinale was gone, but what could he
do? he could not speak, he could not move from the spot
where he stood. At last the fairy came back, and sang
with a hoarse voice,
"Till the prisoner 's fast,
And her doom is cast,
There stay! Oh, stay
When the charm is around her,
And the spell has bound her,
Hie away! away!"
On a sudden Jorindel found himself free. Then he fell
on his knees before the fairy, and prayed her to give
him back his dear Jorinda; but she said he should never
see her again, and went her way.
He prayed, he wept, he sorrowed, but all in vain.
"Alas!" he said, "what will become of me?"
He could not return to his own home, so he went to a
strange village, and employed himself in keeping sheep.
Many a time did he walk round and round as near to the
hated castle as he dared go. At last he dreamt one
night that lie found a beautiful purple flower, and in
the middle of it lay a costly pearl; and he dreamt that
he plucked the flower, and went with it in his hand
into the castle, and that everything he touched with it
was disenchanted, and that there he found his dear
In the morning when he awoke, he began to search over
hill and dale for this pretty flower; and eight long
days he sought for it in vain; but on the ninth day,
early in the morning, he found thu beautiful purple
flower; and in the middle of it was a large dew-drop as
big as a costly pearl. Then he plucked the flower, and
set out and traveled day and night till he came again
to the castle. He walked nearer than a hundred paces to
it, and yet he did not become fixed as before, but
found that he could go close up to the door.
Jorindel was very glad to see this; he touched the
door with the flower, and it sprang open, so that he
went in through the court, and listened when he heard
so many birds singing. At last he came to the chamber
where the fairy sat, with the seven hundred birds
singing in the seven hundred cages. And when she saw
Jorindel she was very angry, and screamed with rage;
but she could not come within two yards of him; for the
flower he held in his hand protected him. He looked
around at the birds, but alas! there were many, many
nightingales, and how then should he find his Jorinda?
While he was thinking what to do he observed that the
fairy had taken down one of the cages, and was making
her escape through the door. He ran or flew to her,
touched the cage with the flower,—and his Jorinda
stood before him. She threw her arms round his neck and
looked as beautiful as ever, as beautiful as when they
walked together in the wood.
Then he touched all the other birds with the flower, so
that they resumed their old forms; and took his dear
Jorinda home, where they lived happily together many