The sun shone upon his grand plumage, and his head and neck were stretched forth proudly. The parents sat in the nest on the slender minaret, and rested, and yet were busily employed smoothing and cleaning their feathers, and whetting their beaks against their red stockings. Helena has a secret: she is the product of an abduction. This website uses cookies so we can provide you with the best user experience. The good Viking woman could not find it in her heart to allow this, and she therefore determined that the Viking should never see the child except by daylight. “Africa’s land! I only hope neither we nor our children will get an arrow in our wings through that wild girl. Her passing 8thoughts formed themselves into a dream, and it seemed to her that she was still lying awake on her couch, and that deep darkness reigned without. “And now we will speak with one another,” quoth stork-papa, “now we understand each other, though the beak of one bird is differently shaped from that of another. His holy action seemed to overpower her: she dropped her hands, and gazed with frightened eyes and pale cheeks upon him who appeared to her a mighty magician learned in secret arts; he seemed to her to speak in a dark Runic tongue, and to be making cabalistic signs in the air. “One can scarcely believe that she was ever so small that she could lie in the cup of a water-lily,” said stork-papa, “now she’s grown up the image of her Egyptian mother. Proudly the ostrich flew straight towards the light, boasting of his strength, and not thinking of the Giver or saying, “God willing!” Then suddenly the avenging angel drew aside the veil from the flaming ocean of sunlight, and in a moment the wings of the proud bird were scorched and shrivelled up, and he sank miserably to the ground. At length it cried itself to sleep; and as it lay there still and tranquil, it looked exceedingly beautiful. And the horse gallopped on more wildly than ever; the sky turned red, the first sunbeam pierced through the clouds, and as the flood of light came streaming down, the frog changed its nature. “Where hast thou stolen that beauteous maiden?” cried the robbers; and they seized the horse’s bridle, and dragged the two riders from its back. “Those are the mountains covered with perpetual snow which you see yonder,” replied her mother. And into the hall flew two beauteous swans. The male young ones began a quarrel, beat each other with their wings, struck with their beaks, and even pricked each other till the blood came. When one or two more days and nights had gone, the Viking’s wife clearly understood how the case was with her child, that a terrible power of sorcery was upon it. She sharpened her glittering knife, and when one of the great savage dogs, of whom a number were running about near the Viking’s abode, ran by her, she thrust the knife into his side, “merely to try its sharpness,” as she said. But I like it very well.”. She kissed and caressed it; but it cried violently, and struggled with its arms and legs, and did not seem rejoiced at all. THE MARSH KING’S DAUGHTER will soon be available in 25 languages! Not only around her, but within her, sounded voices and beamed a brightness that words cannot express. The frog-woman beckoned him to follow, and led him through corridors shrouded with curtains, into the stables, and there pointed to a horse. THE MARSH KING'S DAUGHTER is a truly ambitious novel—it's no small task to write a suspense novel that is both its own compelling story and a successful quasi-retelling of a classic fairytale. Then he bore her up amid splendour and glory. And the Viking’s wife wept bitter tears, and went away full of wrath and bitterness of spirit, vanishing behind the curtain of furs that hung loose over the beam and divided the hall. She had no voice, and could only utter a hollow croaking that sounded like the stifled sob of a dreaming child. More than twenty years later, she has buried her past so soundly that even her husband doesn’t know the truth. to my father!’ Then I thought of my father and the sunny land of my birth, my life, and my love; and I loosened the band and let the bird soar away home to the father. Then the poor child was terribly frightened, and sprang up to flee away. “Love gives life! And despite her father’s odd temperament and sometimes brutal behavior, she loved him, too . It is best to stay here, where there are frogs and locusts. The bard, a kind of minstrel, but who was also a warrior, and had been on the expedition with the rest, sang them a song, in which they heard all their warlike deeds praised, and everything remarkable specially noticed. One of the wisest of them said, as the stork-mamma said too, “She will manage to help herself;” and at last they quieted their minds with that, and resolved to wait and see what would happen, for they knew of nothing better that they could do. But it was pleasant for all that, and the old people especially were much rejoiced, for all that young people do seems to suit them well. Then the frog-skin fell from her, and she was once more the beauteous maiden. “You can see one corner of it if you raise yourself a little. “Now the storks are come,” said the people in the rich house on the banks of the Nile, where the royal lord lay in the open hall on the downy cushions, covered with a leopard skin, not alive and yet not dead, but waiting and hoping for the lotos-flower from the deep moorland, in the far North. She looked at them with eyes that appeared to weep, and from the frog-mouth came forth a croaking like the voice of a child bursting into tears. Follows Helena, a woman living a seemingly ordinary life, but hiding a dark secret within: that her father is the infamous “Marsh King,” Her mother was abducted as a teenager, and Helen is a result of that event. Mists are almost always hovering over this region, which seventy years ago was still inhabited by wolves. until she learned precisely how savage a person he could be. I’m sick of hearing of the swan’s feathers.”, “Well, you know that in the middle of the moor there is something like a lake,” continued stork-papa. Helena has a secret: she is the product of an abduction. The title character and protagonist of "The Marsh King's Daughter" is a young woman named Helga. The priest stood before her to protect and defend her, but one of the robbers swung his iron hammer over the Christian’s head, and brought it down with such a crash that blood and brains were scattered around, and the priest sank to the earth, dead. “Yes, it’s delightful here; and it’s always like this in our warm country,” said the stork-mamma; and the young ones felt quite frisky on the strength of it. Having grown up in captivity, yet unaware she was being held captive for much of her life, Helena's way of interacting with the world is - needless to say - quite complicated. She pressed in upon him. The Marsh King's Daughter (Book) : Dionne, Karen : "At last, Helena Pelletier has the life she deserves. The effects did not yet appear, nor was she aware of them herself; but doth the seed in the bosom of earth know, when the refreshing dew and the quickening sunbeams fall upon it, that it hath within itself the power of growth and blossoming? It’s somehow even more unsettling to read about these violent and controlling behaviors through this lens: the lens of a survivor who has only recently begun to understand just how twisted her upbringing truly was. There was sunshine every day, and every day plenty to eat, and nothing to think of but pleasure. But stay, I have a thought. The end of the year is upon us, and I know I’m not the only one who won’t be sad to say goodbye to 2020. And the company drank deep, and threw the bones of the feast in each others’ faces, and this was considered a sign of good humour. Yes, I may as well tell you, that every year, when I came here a few days before you, to repair the nest and attend to various matters, I spent a whole night in flying to and fro over the lake, as if I had been an owl or a bat, but every time in vain. She bowed herself humbly, confessing her own deep imperfection in the presence of the Power that can read every thought of the heart—and then the priest spoke. He sank and went down to the “marsh king,” as they called him, who ruled below in the great moorland empire. She sank immediately, and the alder stump dived down too; and it was he who drew her down. Day and night beautiful Helga was absorbed in the contemplation of the great sum of her happiness, and stood in the contemplation of it like a child that turns hurriedly from the giver to gaze on the splendours of the gifts it has received. One girl's ongoing investigation of the crime fiction genre. In what ways are these two stories similar? Yes, great things had been achieved and won! Very little is known of the marsh king’s rule; but perhaps that is a good thing. “I and our young ones will take turns in carrying them up yonder, on our return, and if that should prove too difficult for us, there are places enough on the way where we can conceal them till our next journey. that was a point they could not get over. A loving husband, two beautiful daughters, a business that fills her days. Fairytalez.com » Hans Christian Andersen » The Marsh King's Daughter. Info & links . And therefore she had gone forth in the swan’s plumage out of the land of Egypt to the open heath, to the woodland moor. My feelings on this book were quite mixed, so let's start with the positives. They had come with the storks. In the castle every one was sunk in deep sleep. Sunlight! The learned men have done nothing throughout the whole affair but used their tongues; but you will doubtless receive what is due to you.”. A good wind for one is a contrary wind for another. Helena has a secret: she is the product of an abduction. © 2020 Fairytalez.com, a VareGuide / Weider Media production. When that came she was quiet and thoughtful, and would listen to reproof and advice; and then a secret feeling seemed to draw her towards her mother. But one thing stork-papa understood. And he knelt down and prayed fervently. He took the cross from the grave and held it aloft. They bent over the old, pale, sick man, they put back their long hair, and while Helga bent over her grandfather, his white cheeks reddened, his eyes brightened, and life came back to his wasted limbs. Every good deed that had been done for her, every loving word that had been spoken, seemed endowed with life: she understood that it had been love that kept her here during the days of trial, during which the creature formed of dust and spirit, soul and earth, combats and struggles; she acknowledged that she had only followed the leading of temper, and had done nothing for herself; everything had been given her, everything had happened as it were by the interposition of Providence. … When she awoke towards morning, she was violently alarmed, for the infant had vanished! Before her stood the dead horse, beaming and full of life, which gleamed forth from his eyes and from his wounded neck; close beside the creature stood the murdered Christian priest, “more beautiful than Bulder,” the Viking woman would have said; and yet he seemed to stand in a flame of fire. How does the fable shape your understanding of Helena’s character? But how glad I am! The storks tell many, many stories to their young ones, all about the bogs and marshes. But for you and the youngsters the two princesses would never have seen Egypt again, or have effected the old man’s cure. The long coloured curtains of tapestry, which she and her maids had worked, and on which they had woven pictures of their idols, Odin, Thor, and Freya, were hung up; the slaves polished the old shields, that served as ornaments; and cushions were placed on the benches, and dry wood laid on the fireplace in the midst of the hall, so that the flame might be fanned up at a moment’s notice. I come from the land of the dead. “Let me get at thee!” she screamed; “let me get at thee, and plunge this knife in thy body! Nothing at all!”, “You have done more than the rest! We’ve “traveled” (virtually!) And when the sun sank, and the usual transformation of body and spirit took place in her, she would sit quiet and mournful, shrunk to the shape of the frog, her body indeed much larger than that of the animal whose likeness she took, and for that reason much more hideous to behold; for she looked like a wretched dwarf with a frog’s head and webbed fingers. Generally the tales are suited to the youngsters' age and understanding. What are yonder swans flapping their wings for?”, “Well, everyone flies in his own fashion,” said stork-papa: “the swans in an oblique line, the cranes in a triangle, and the plovers in a snake’s line.”, “Don’t talk about snakes while we are flying up here,” said stork-mamma. “The princess wept and lamented aloud. No, I sit up here and am angry at her, the stupid chit! By day it was charming as an angel of light, though it had a wild, savage temper; but at night it became an ugly frog, quiet and mournful, with sorrowful eyes. Helena has a dark secret: she’s the product of an abduction. . The bubbling spring became not a stream but a standing marsh, round which likewise they were obliged to lead the horse. Helena’s relationship to this man is understandably complex, but I wish the author had delved even more into this bond, and into the man behind the cruel acts her father committed. The full moon was already rising. She called to them, spoke their language; and stork-papa turned his head towards her, listened to her words, and drew near. She was horror-struck at the sight, and seized a heavy stick to kill the frog; but the creature looked at her with such strange, mournful eyes, that she was not able to strike the blow. Yes, in detail, exactly the same things were seen then that may yet be beheld. The young storks thought it was optical illusion, they found everything so glorious. Who might be able to loosen this charm that wicked sorcery had worked? 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