JORINDA AND JORINDEL_Grimms’ Fairy Tales by The Brothers Grimm...^^..

JORINDA AND JORINDEL_Grimms’ Fairy Tales by The
Brothers  Grimm...^^..

There was once an old castle, that stood in the middle of a deep
gloomy wood, and in the castle lived an old fairy. Now this fairy
could take any shape she pleased. 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 young
man 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;
which she would not do till he had given her his word never to
come there again, but when any pretty maiden came within that
space 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 before, and a shepherd lad, 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 fairy’s 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 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 for ever. They
had wandered 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 its circle had sunk behind the hill. Jorindel
on a sudden looked behind him, and saw through the bushes
that they had, without knowing it, sat down close under the
old walls of the castle.

Then he shrank for fear, turned pale, and trembled. Jorinda was
just singing,

" The ring dove sang from the willow spray,
Well-a-day ! Well-a-day !
He mourn’d for the fate of his darling mate,
Well-a-day ! "

when her song stopped 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 one
another. She mumbled something to herself, seized the nightingale,
and went away with it in her hand. Poor Jorindel saw the
nightingale 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 is 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 laughed at him, and said he should never see her again; then
she went her way. He prayed, he wept, he sorrowed, but all in vain.
‘ Alas !’ he said, ‘ what will become of me ?’ He could not go back
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, but all in vain; he
heard or saw nothing of Jorinda.

At last he dreamt one night that he found a beautiful purple
flower, and that in the middle of it lay a costly pearl; and he
dream 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 Jorinda again.

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 the beautiful purple flower; and in the middle
of it was a large dewdrop, as big as a costly pearl. Then he
plucked the flower, and set out and travelled 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 quite close up to the door. Jorindel was
very glad indeed to see this.

Then 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. 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 was his safeguard. He looked
around at the birds, but alas ! there were many, many nightingales,
and how then should he find out which was his Jorinda ?

While he was thinking what to do, he saw the fairy had taken down
one of the cages, and was making the best of her way off through
the door. He ran or flew after her, touched the cage with the
flower, and Jorinda stood before him, and threw her arms round
his neck looking 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 all took their old forms again;
and he took Jorinda home, where they were married, and lived
happily together many years: and so did a good many other lads,
whose maidens had been forced to sing in the old fairy’s cages by
themselves, much longer than they liked.

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Norshahuddin Edited Feb 2014...^^..