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under the willow-tree-第5章

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cried out loud; 〃Joanna;〃 but no one heard him; excepting his

master; for the music sounded above everything。

    〃Yes; yes; it is Joanna;〃 said his master; and he drew forth a

printed bill; and pointed to her name; which was there in full。 Then

it was not a dream。 All the audience applauded her; and threw

wreaths of flowers at her; and every time she went away they called

for her again; so that she was always coming and going。 In the

street the people crowded round her carriage; and drew it away

themselves without the horses。 Knud was in the foremost row; and

shouted as joyously as the rest; and when the carriage stopped

before a brilliantly lighted house; Knud placed himself close to the

door of her carriage。 It flew open; and she stepped out; the light

fell upon her dear face; and he could see that she smiled as she

thanked them; and appeared quite overcome。 Knud looked straight in her

face; and she looked at him; but she did not recognize him。 A man;

with a glittering star on his breast; gave her his arm; and people

said the two were engaged to be married。 Then Knud went home and

packed up his knapsack; he felt he must return to the home of his

childhood; to the elder…tree and the willow。 〃Ah; under that

willow…tree!〃 A man may live a whole life in one single hour。

    The old couple begged him to remain; but words were useless。 In

vain they reminded him that winter was coming; and that the snow had

already fallen on the mountains。 He said he could easily follow the

track of the closely…moving carriages; for which a path must be kept

clear; and with nothing but his knapsack on his back; and leaning on

his stick; he could step along briskly。 So he turned his steps to

the mountains; ascended one side and descended the other; still

going northward till his strength began to fail; and not a house or

village could be seen。 The stars shone in the sky above him; and

down in the valley lights glittered like stars; as if another sky were

beneath him; but his head was dizzy and his feet stumbled; and he felt

ill。 The lights in the valley grew brighter and brighter; and more

numerous; and he could see them moving to and fro; and then he

understood that there must be a village in the distance; so he exerted

his failing strength to reach it; and at length obtained shelter in

a humble lodging。 He remained there that night and the whole of the

following day; for his body required rest and refreshment; and in

the valley there was rain and a thaw。 But early in the morning of

the third day; a man came with an organ and played one of the melodies

of home; and after that Knud could remain there no longer; so he

started again on his journey toward the north。 He travelled for many

days with hasty steps; as if he were trying to reach home before all

whom he remembered should die; but he spoke to no one of this longing。

No one would have believed or understood this sorrow of his heart; the

deepest that can be felt by human nature。 Such grief is not for the

world; it is not entertaining even to friends; and poor Knud had no

friends; he was a stranger; wandering through strange lands to his

home in the north。

    He was walking one evening through the public roads; the country

around him was flatter; with fields and meadows; the air had a

frosty feeling。 A willow…tree grew by the roadside; everything

reminded him of home。 He felt very tired; so he sat down under the

tree; and very soon began to nod; then his eyes closed in sleep。 Yet

still he seemed conscious that the willow…tree was stretching its

branches over him; in his dreaming state the tree appeared like a

strong; old man… the 〃willow…father〃 himself; who had taken his

tired son up in his arms to carry him back to the land of home; to the

garden of his childhood; on the bleak open shores of Kjoge。 And then

he dreamed that it was really the willow…tree itself from Kjoge; which

had travelled out in the world to seek him; and now had found him

and carried him back into the little garden on the banks of the

streamlet; and there stood Joanna; in all her splendor; with the

golden crown on her head; as he had last seen her; to welcome him

back。 And then there appeared before him two remarkable shapes;

which looked much more like human beings than when he had seen them in

his childhood; they were changed; but he remembered that they were the

two gingerbread cakes; the man and the woman; who had shown their best

sides to the world and looked so good。

    〃We thank you;〃 they said to Knud; 〃for you have loosened our

tongues; we have learnt from you that thoughts should be spoken

freely; or nothing will come of them; and now something has come of

our thoughts; for we are engaged to be married。〃 Then they walked

away; hand…in…hand; through the streets of Kjoge; looking very

respectable on the best side; which they were quite right to show。

They turned their steps to the church; and Knud and Joanna followed

them; also walking hand…in…hand; there stood the church; as of old;

with its red walls; on which the green ivy grew。

    The great church door flew open wide; and as they walked up the

broad aisle; soft tones of music sounded from the organ。 〃Our master

first;〃 said the gingerbread pair; making room for Knud and Joanna。 As

they knelt at the altar; Joanna bent her head over him; and cold;

icy tears fell on his face from her eyes。 They were indeed tears of

ice; for her heart was melting towards him through his strong love;

and as her tears fell on his burning cheeks he awoke。 He was still

sitting under the willow…tree in a strange land; on a cold winter

evening; with snow and hail falling from the clouds; and beating

upon his face。

    〃That was the most delightful hour of my life;〃 said he; 〃although

it was only a dream。 Oh; let me dream again。〃 Then he closed his

eyes once more; and slept and dreamed。

    Towards morning there was a great fall of snow; the wind drifted

it over him; but he still slept on。 The villagers came forth to go

to church; by the roadside they found a workman seated; but he was

dead! frozen to death under a willow…tree。





                            THE END



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