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the water。 The lake was so clear that； had not the wind rustled the
branches of the trees and the bushes； so that they moved； they would
have appeared as if painted in the depths of the lake； for every
leaf was reflected in the water； whether it stood in the shade or
the sunshine。 As soon as Eliza saw her own face； she was quite
terrified at finding it so brown and ugly； but when she wetted her
little hand； and rubbed her eyes and forehead； the white skin
gleamed forth once more； and； after she had undressed； and dipped
herself in the fresh water； a more beautiful king's daughter could not
be found in the wide world。 As soon as she had dressed herself
again； and braided her long hair； she went to the bubbling spring； and
drank some water out of the hollow of her hand。 Then she wandered
far into the forest； not knowing whither she went。 She thought of
her brothers； and felt sure that God would not forsake her。 It is
God who makes the wild apples grow in the wood； to satisfy the hungry；
and He now led her to one of these trees； which was so loaded with
fruit； that the boughs bent beneath the weight。 Here she held her
noonday repast； placed props under the boughs； and then went into
the gloomiest depths of the forest。 It was so still that she could
hear the sound of her own footsteps； as well as the rustling of
every withered leaf which she crushed under her feet。 Not a bird was
to be seen； not a sunbeam could penetrate through the large； dark
boughs of the trees。 Their lofty trunks stood so close together； that；
when she looked before her； it seemed as if she were enclosed within
trellis…work。 Such solitude she had never known before。 The night
was very dark。 Not a single glow…worm glittered in the moss。
Sorrowfully she laid herself down to sleep； and； after a while； it
seemed to her as if the branches of the trees parted over her head；
and that the mild eyes of angels looked down upon her from heaven。
When she awoke in the morning； she knew not whether she had dreamt
this； or if it had really been so。 Then she continued her wandering；
but she had not gone many steps forward； when she met an old woman
with berries in her basket； and she gave her a few to eat。 Then
Eliza asked her if she had not seen eleven princes riding through
the forest。
〃No；〃 replied the old woman； 〃But I saw yesterday eleven swans；
with gold crowns on their heads； swimming on the river close by。〃 Then
she led Eliza a little distance farther to a sloping bank； and at
the foot of it wound a little river。 The trees on its banks
stretched their long leafy branches across the water towards each
other； and where the growth prevented them from meeting naturally； the
roots had torn themselves away from the ground； so that the branches
might mingle their foliage as they hung over the water。 Eliza bade the
old woman farewell； and walked by the flowing river； till she
reached the shore of the open sea。 And there； before the young
maiden's eyes； lay the glorious ocean； but not a sail appeared on
its surface； not even a boat could be seen。 How was she to go farther？
She noticed how the countless pebbles on the sea…shore had been
smoothed and rounded by the action of the water。 Glass； iron；
stones； everything that lay there mingled together； had taken its
shape from the same power； and felt as smooth； or even smoother than
her own delicate hand。 〃The water rolls on without weariness；〃 she
said； till all that is hard becomes smooth； so will I be unwearied
in my task。 Thanks for your lessons； bright rolling waves； my heart
tells me you will lead me to my dear brothers。〃 On the foam…covered
sea…weeds； lay eleven white swan feathers； which she gathered up and
placed together。 Drops of water lay upon them； whether they were
dew…drops or tears no one could say。 Lonely as it was on the
sea…shore； she did not observe it； for the ever…moving sea showed more
changes in a few hours than the most varying lake could produce during
a whole year。 If a black heavy cloud arose； it was as if the sea said；
〃I can look dark and angry too；〃 and then the wind blew； and the waves
turned to white foam as they rolled。 When the wind slept； and the
clouds glowed with the red sunlight； then the sea looked like a rose
leaf。 But however quietly its white glassy surface rested； there was
still a motion on the shore； as its waves rose and fell like the
breast of a sleeping child。 When the sun was about to set； Eliza saw
eleven white swans with golden crowns on their heads； flying towards
the land； one behind the other； like a long white ribbon。 Then Eliza
went down the slope from the shore； and hid herself behind the bushes。
The swans alighted quite close to her and flapped their great white
wings。 As soon as the sun had disappeared under the water； the
feathers of the swans fell off； and eleven beautiful princes；
Eliza's brothers； stood near her。 She uttered a loud cry； for；
although they were very much changed； she knew them immediately。 She
sprang into their arms； and called them each by name。 Then； how
happy the princes were at meeting their little sister again； for
they recognized her； although she had grown so tall and beautiful。
They laughed； and they wept； and very soon understood how wickedly
their mother had acted to them all。 〃We brothers；〃 said the eldest；
〃fly about as wild swans； so long as the sun is in the sky； but as
soon as it sinks behind the hills； we recover our human shape。
Therefore must we always be near a resting place for our feet before
sunset； for if we should be flying towards the clouds at the time we
recovered our natural shape as men； we should sink deep into the
sea。 We do not dwell here； but in a land just as fair； that lies
beyond the ocean； which we have to cross for a long distance； there is
no island in our passage upon which we could pass； the night；
nothing but a little rock rising out of the sea； upon which we can
scarcely stand with safety； even closely crowded together。 If the
sea is rough； the foam dashes over us； yet we thank God even for
this rock； we have passed whole nights upon it； or we should never
have reached our beloved fatherland； for our flight across the sea
occupies two of the longest days in the year。 We have permission to
visit out home once in every year； and to remain eleven days； during
which we fly across the forest to look once more at the palace where
our father dwells； and where we were born； and at the church； where
our mother lies buried。 Here it seems as if the very trees and
bushes were related to us。 The wild horses leap over the plains as
we have seen them in our childhood。 The charcoal burners sing the
old songs； to which we have danced as children。 This is our
fatherland； to which we are drawn by loving ties； and here we have
found you； our dear little sister。； Two days longer we can remain
here； and then must we fly away to a beautiful land which is not our
home； and how can we take you with us？ We have neither ship nor boat。〃
〃How can I break this spell？〃 said their sister。 And then she
talked about it nearly t