'You had best come with me,' says he.
.... And so they did.—The Brown Bear.
The first exclamation1 came from Leonore. It was one of disappointment.
'Oh, Hildegarde,' she cried, 'it is only a common kernel,' for nothing was to be seen but what looked just like the browny-gray skin of the inside of a nut.
'No,' Hildegarde replied, 'it isn't that at all'; and with her clever little fingers she carefully drew out what was in reality a small sheet of thin brown paper or tissue of some curious kind, rolled into a ball, and which, when she had carefully unfolded it, was shown to have a few lines of words stamped or impressed upon it in gilt2 letters.
These were the lines. I have translated them to give the exact meaning, though as rhymes they were prettier in the original language:[Pg 66]—
Right behind the Castle
Is hid a tiny door;
This let thy comrade open—
Nuts you still have four.
Hildegarde smoothed it out and held it for Leonore to see.
'What can it mean?' Leonore asked breathlessly.
'First,' said Hildegarde, 'it means that you are to crack one of your nuts too. Don't you see—it says "thy comrade," and then "nuts you still have four." That shows that the "you" means us both together—four nuts between us. So please crack your one.'
Leonore did so between her teeth, as her friend had done, and quite as easily. This time there was no exclamation of disappointment, for the first glimpse of the contents showed something glittering, and with trembling eagerness the little girl, breaking away still more of the shell, drew out a little ball of very fine but firm gilt thread. This, by Hildegarde's advice, she gently untwined, till she came to something hard in the middle. It was a small, very small, gold key, hanging on the long gilt thread, which proved to be in a ring, with no knot or join to be seen.
Leonore, without speaking, glanced up at Hildegarde,[Pg 67] who was earnestly examining their new discovery.
'"Right behind the Castle,"' Hildegarde murmured to herself. 'Let me see—yes, I think I know what it means. See, Leonore, "right behind" must be from the centre of the wall of the Castle yard down below us, I should say. It is easy to find, as there is a door just in the middle. Look, you can see it from here. Well, now, if one of us stands as near the middle as we can guess, holding the thread, and the other goes straight on, holding the thread too, as far as it will reach, and running the key on as she goes, then she would get to the place that I fancy is meant. The thread must be meant to be double, or it would not be in a ring.'
Leonore looked at Hildegarde admiringly.
'Yes,' she said, 'I'm sure that's the best thing to do; anyway, we can try. But, Hildegarde, the key is so small.'
Hildegarde examined it closely; suddenly Leonore heard a tiny click.
'It is not so very small now,' said Hildegarde; 'see, it pulls out,' and so it did. It was now a long-stemmed, very delicately-made key, small still in the actual words, but quite easy to hold firmly.
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Hildegarde moved a few paces to one side.
'I think we are about even with the centre of the Castle here,' she said, stopping short. 'Now, it is for you to look for the door, while I stand here holding the thread, for my rhyme says, "thy comrade," I shall stand quite still, and you walk on as straight as you can go.'
'I am so afraid of the thread breaking,' said Leonore, taking it and the key from Hildegarde.
'I don't think there is any fear of that, if you handle it gently,' said Hildegarde. 'Remember, it must be some kind of a fairy thread.'
Leonore set off, her heart beating with excitement. As she went on she felt the thread sliding gently through her fingers, so she allowed her hold of it to slacken, while she grasped the tiny key more firmly. It seemed to her that she had walked a good way, and she was marvelling3 at the length of the thread, when she felt it tighten4, and, slender as a hair though it was, pull her up with a little jerk. She stopped at once—yes, it was at its full stretch now, and she looked around her eagerly.
The trees were growing thicker and closer here; in front the wood seemed almost dark, though here and there a streak5 of sunshine broke the gloom.[Pg 69] But of a door of any kind she could see no trace! She gazed downwards6, for she had a vague idea that it might be a trap-door in the ground—a great stone with a ring in it, such as one reads of in old stories of enchantment7 and magic; but no, there was nothing of the kind to be seen, and she was on the point of calling back to Hildegarde that she could find no trace of a door, when, lifting her eyes suddenly, she caught sight of a gleam—a tiny spot of light—on the trunk of a tree in front of her.
It was an old tree; the trunk was much thicker than those around it, the bark was rugged8. Leonore hastened close up to it, the thread seeming to become elastic9 to allow of her doing so. To her delight, as she peered in at the spot, she descried10 the outline of a very small keyhole in bright gold. She almost screamed with pleasure, and had to conquer her first impulse, which was to try to unlock it at once, for this would have been contrary to what she and Hildegarde had planned. So she did as she had promised, giving a soft jerk to the thread, the signal agreed upon.
And in a minute Hildegarde was beside her, her blue eyes sparkling, her fair hair flying behind her.
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'The key,' exclaimed Hildegarde, and with careful though trembling fingers Leonore fitted it into the lock. It turned without the slightest difficulty, and there before them stood open a narrow entrance into what looked like a dark hole, about as high as the children themselves.
'Take out the key,' she said, 'it must not be left in the lock'; but when Leonore turned to obey her, lo and behold14, the key was no longer there, and the thread had slipped from the hold of both! Only a very tiny shiny ball, like a gold bead15, was lying among the fir-needles at their feet, and as Hildegarde stooped to pick it up, it seemed to sink into the ground, and disappeared!
She stood up again, laughing.
'All right,' she said, 'it has done its work.'
Then hand-in-hand they crept through the doorway16 sideways, for it was only wide enough to admit one at a time. But no sooner were they well within, the door closing of itself behind them, than they were able to stand abreast17, for they found themselves in a[Pg 71] wide passage. But before looking about them, Hildegarde stopped short for a moment.
'What has become of the little brown paper?' she said. 'Perhaps there was something else on it.'
Leonore shook her head.
'I don't think so,' she said. 'I looked at it well. Is it not in your pocket?'
No, it was not there. It had evidently disappeared, like the contents of Leonore's own nut.
'Then we are meant to find our own way now,' said Hildegarde cheerfully. 'At present there is not much difficulty, for there is plainly only one way to go,' and that was straight before them. The passage was dimly lighted, though how or from where they could not tell, but by degrees, as their eyes grew accustomed to the dusk, they saw that the way sloped downwards, and was a sort of path between rows of curiously18 twisted pillars or columns at each side. Leonore squeezed Hildegarde's arm.
'What are these things?' she said. 'I don't like them—they look like snakes.'
Her little friend laughed.
'You silly girl,' she replied. 'Don't you see—they are the roots of the trees. We have got right down underneath19.'
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Leonore stared in wonder.
'I thought their roots were in the earth,' she said.
'Perhaps the earth doesn't go down so far as we thought,' said Hildegarde, 'or perhaps it has been cleared away here to make a path. Yes, I should think that's how it is. But you see, Leonore, if we're getting into Fairyland we must expect to see a good many queer things, not like what we are accustomed to.'
'Of course,' Leonore agreed, her eyes sparkling at the idea. 'I don't think I should really feel surprised at anything. But do let us hurry on, Hildegarde.'
They took hands again and ran on. It was quite easy to do so, as there was light enough to see where they were going, and the way still sloped gently downwards. Suddenly Hildegarde stopped.
'Hark!' she exclaimed; 'do you hear that sound, Leonore? What can it be?' for a very soft monotonous20 sort of whirr was plainly to be distinguished21.
'Can it be water?' Leonore was beginning, when Hildegarde interrupted her.
'It is a spinning-wheel,' she whispered eagerly. 'Now, Leonore, our adventures are really beginning.'
Almost as she spoke22, they became aware that just[Pg 73] in front of them the passage made a turn; and another minute brought them within sight of a kind of niche23 at one side, within which sat a not altogether unfamiliar24 figure. It was that of the old dame25 of the market-place at Alt. She was spinning busily.
The children stopped. They felt her bright eyes fixed26 upon them, but neither liked to speak. They waited in respectful silence.
'Welcome,' she said at last, while a smile broke over her face. 'I have been expecting you.'
They drew a little nearer.
'Then you are a fairy,' Leonore burst out, 'and it was you I heard laugh on our way here—wasn't it?'
'Never mind about that,' said the dame. 'Tell me what you want.'
'Oh,' said Hildegarde softly, 'you know that better than we do. You know all about us. We want to get to Fairyland, and you can show us the way, can you not?'
To their disappointment and surprise, the dame shook her head. But her words softened27 the disappointment a little.
'No—not quite that,' she replied. 'Into actual Fairyland itself I cannot take or lead you. No one but yourselves can do that—and,' with a little sigh,[Pg 74] 'there are but few who ever really penetrate28 there. It cannot be otherwise. But I can help you and show you a good deal, so do not look sad about it. There are many, many wonderful things to see between this and actual Fairyland.'
At this the little girls brightened up.
'Please tell us,' said Leonore timidly, 'do you always sit here, except when you come up to where we live? And are you always spinning?'
The dame shook her head and smiled again.
'No,' she replied. 'This is only one of my posts. I am here to-day because I expected you. And I spin when I have no other special work to do. We do not love idleness.'
Hildegarde had moved quite close up to her.
'What are you spinning now?' she said softly. Oh, I see—it is cobwebs, is it not?'
'You have good eyes, my child,' said the dame; and so indeed she had, for, but for a certain glistening29 as the light caught the almost invisible ball of threads, nothing could have been perceived. 'Yes, our fairy looms30 use a good deal of cobweb yarn—there is nothing like it for our gossamer31 tissue, nothing that takes such shades of colour.'
Leonore listened with wide-open eyes.
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'Oh,' she said beneath her breath, 'I wish I could see it—I——'
'So you shall,' said the dame; 'that is a wish it is easy to grant'; and as she spoke she rose from her seat, giving a touch to the spinning-wheel which made it revolve32 with double speed, and changed the soft whirr into a louder sound, almost like a note of music. The children stared at the wheel, and in that moment of their attention being distracted the old dame had vanished, and in her stead stood a lovely figure, smiling down upon them.
'Oh,' exclaimed Hildegarde, 'you are my own fairy lady. I remember you now—it was you that gave me the nuts when I was a baby.'
'And I have dreamt of you,' added Leonore eagerly. 'And this is the gossamer—may I touch it?' she went on, softly stroking the gleaming garment which floated round the fairy. 'I can scarcely feel it.'
'It says much for you if you feel it at all,' said the lady. 'But now, my children, if you want to see some of the things open to you to visit, you must be on your way. Go straight on till you come to a barred gate—that is one of the doors into gnomeland. Knock and say that the fairy of the spinning-wheel sent you, and asks for you courtesy and kindness.
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Leonore looked a very little frightened.
Hildegarde turned to her with a little impatience35.
'Of course not,' she said, 'if our fairy lady sends us.'
'But still,' said the lady, though she smiled, 'I must give you one or two warnings. Gnomes are gnomes, remember—not angels, not even fairies. They are queer-tempered folk. In speaking to them you must be very respectful and never interrupt them. And you must never seem to pity them in the very least; they think their underground country is far more wonderful and delightful36 than any other, and you must not disagree with this opinion.'
'No,' said Hildegarde, 'we shall be very careful. Come along, Leonore.'
'Shall we find you here when we come back, please, dear fairy lady?' asked Leonore.
'You will not return this way,' their friend answered. 'But you will see me again before long—never fear.'
She pointed towards the passage, and as she did so it seemed to the children that the light increased, as if her white hand had touched some unseen spring[Pg 77] in the air. Nor did it grow dimmer again—though not very bright, it was now twice as bright as when they first entered, only the colour had grown reddish; and as they walked on, they noticed this more and more.
'It looks like the light of a fire, of a great fire,' said Leonore.
'Or of a great many fires,' said Hildegarde. 'I daresay it is that, for I have heard stories of the gnomes working at metals, and to do that they must have big fires like blacksmiths, you know.'
'I hope it won't be very hot in their country,' said Leonore, who was more timid than Hildegarde.
'It will be all right whatever it is,' replied her friend, 'otherwise you may be sure our fairy would not have let us come. Gnomeland is the nearest to our world of all the fairy countries—or the border countries, as they are, I suppose—so it is right to begin with it. But you needn't be frightened, Leonore. I hope we shall have lots of adventures, now we have really got started.'
'You are so brave,' said Leonore admiringly, 'and you seem to know so much about fairy things. What are all the other countries, do you think?'
Hildegarde smiled.
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'Oh, more, far more, than we have any idea of,' she said. 'Just think how many kinds of fairies we have names for even. Gnomes, and pixies, and brownies, and wood-sprites, and water-sprites, and mermaids37, and——'
'I think I should like most of all to go to the sea-fairies,' said Leonore. 'I do so love stories of mermaids, though they are nearly always rather sad. But oh, Hildegarde, that must be the gate into gnomeland—I am so glad it does not feel any hotter; it is quite nice and cool, isn't it?'
Just before them stood a wrought-iron gate or door; it had bars across and was beautifully worked in all sorts of curious patterns and designs. On the top of each gate-post sat a bird—one was like an owl38, and at first the little girls thought it must be really alive, for its eyes seemed to blink and its feathers to move softly. And opposite it was an eagle, whose keen eyes gleamed redly, while its wings sparkled like burnished39 gold. But neither was a living bird, and soon the children discovered that it was only the reflection of the light on the polished metal that gave the look of life to the eyes and plumage. The birds were placed sideways as if to see both inside the gate and outwards40 along the passage, and from the claw of[Pg 79] the eagle hung a chain, ending in a fawn's foot also in bronze, or some such metal.
'That must be the gnomes' front-door bell,' said Hildegarde. 'Shall I ring it, or will you?'
Leonore was creeping behind Hildegarde a little.
'Oh you, please,' she replied, and Hildegarde took the fawn's foot in her hand and pulled it—gently and carefully, for she remembered the fairy's warning—and a good thing it was that she did so, for softly though she had touched it, the result was rather startling. It rang out at once with a deep clang, which, strange to say, went sounding on and on, very loudly at first, then by degrees more faintly, till it was lost in the distance—it was as if hundreds of bells or echoes of bells had been pulled instead of one.
Even Hildegarde looked a little alarmed.
'I hope they won't think us rude,' she said, 'I really scarcely——' but before she had time to say more, a face appeared behind the bars of the gate. It was a gnome—a regular, proper sort of gnome—about half the height of the children, with a pointed cap and a mantle41 tossed over one shoulder, a queer wrinkled-up face, a big nose, and black bead-like eyes. He did not look particularly good-natured;[Pg 80] he was evidently not one of the laughing order of gnomes, not at any rate at the present moment. But neither did he seem exactly surly; his expression was rather as if he were waiting to see what kind of beings were these audacious visitors!
But his first words were a great surprise, for instead of asking what they wanted, or any natural question of that kind, he tilted42 back his head, so that if his peaked cap had not been firmly fitted it would certainly have fallen off, and peering up into Hildegarde's face—Leonore by this time had crept well behind her companion—said sharply—
'What's o'clock?'
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