Great Opera Stories Part 3
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"King! My King!" she whispered.
Like a flash the King's Son remembered his crown. He opened the bundle and took it out.
"Do not sell your crown, O King!" murmured the Goosegirl.
"I will! I must!" replied the King's Son. "It will bring you bread."
He arose hastily, broke the s.h.i.+ning crown into pieces, and ran toward the hut.
Rap! Rap! Rap! "Let me in!" he cried impatiently.
"Do you want to break down the door?" replied the Broom-maker, appearing at the window.
"I care not," answered the King's Son. "Here is gold. Now will you give me bread?"
Gold? The greedy eyes of the Broom-maker gave the glittering fragments one glance. Then he called the Wood-cutter. And they whispered, and they searched all through the miserable hut until they found the poisoned bread, the foul-smelling bread, which the Goosegirl had made as the Witch had directed on that bright summer day long, long ago.
With it in their hands they ran to the window. They handed it to the King's Son, and he gave them gold, his golden crown, in its stead.
The King's Son s.n.a.t.c.hed the loaf and ran joyfully toward the mound and fell at the Goosegirl's feet, crying:
"I'm bringing bread, dear one! bread! Take it! Eat it!"
"Not I alone," answered the Goosegirl. "You, too."
So they broke the bread in two, and, laughing happily, they ate it eagerly. They ate it all to its bitter, bitter end. Then, clasped in each other's arms, they lay down to sleep and dreamed of rosy clouds of glory wafting them toward sunny lands of everlasting bliss; and dreaming, slept and--knew no more. And the snowflakes fell softly, silently, and covered them with a s.h.i.+ning robe of fleeciest white.
A little later, the Fiddler and the little pure-hearted girl, followed by a troop of children, entered the glade, all seeking, still seeking with eyes of faith, for the rightful King and Queen. As they approached the snow-covered mound the snow suddenly ceased falling; and the sunset glow from the west shone down and revealed the Kingly Children asleep forevermore.
[Ill.u.s.tration]
HAENSEL AND GRETEL
I
Long ago, in half-forgotten days, a little hut stood at the edge of a great forest. It was rather a meek, shamefaced little hut, for the forest was great and beautiful, and the hut was small and ugly. Still, it had a glowing fireplace inside, and a brick chimney on top, and it was somebody's home, which--after all--is the princ.i.p.al thing.
A broom-maker named Peter lived there with his wife Gertrude and their two children, Haensel and Gretel. The broom-maker was poor, oh, very, very poor, and that is why his home was not beautiful to see. But he was an honest, upright man who loved his family, and had he been able, I am sure, he would have housed them in a marble palace. Unfortunately, however, the broom-making business had been unusually poor that year.
Indeed, on the very day that our story begins, Peter and his wife were both away from home in quest of work, and only Haensel and Gretel were to be seen inside the hut.
Lest you should not know, it might be well to mention that Haensel was the boy. He was busily engaged--or, at least, he was supposed to be--in making brooms, while Gretel, the girl, had her knitting in hand. But it was extremely difficult to keep their thoughts or their eyes, either, upon such stupid work. Each breeze that blew in through the open window brought an invitation from the fascinatingly sunlit gra.s.sy spot before the door. Even the trees in the forest beyond beckoned to them with their tall branches.
Besides, there was another cause for rebellion on that particular afternoon. To tell the truth, the children were hungry. Moreover, since there seemed to be absolutely nothing in the house to eat, it was quite likely that they would remain hungry, which was the worst part of all.
Haensel, after the manner of boys, threw his work into the farthest corner of the room and fairly shouted:
"I just wish Mother would come home! I'm hungry, that's what I am. For a week I've eaten nothing but bread, and little of that. Oh, Gret, it would be such a treat if we had something good to eat!"
Now Gretel, as it happened, was every bit as hungry as he, but, after the manner of girls, she sought to comfort him.
"Don't be an old crosspatch," she said. "If you'll stop complaining, I'll tell you a secret. But you must smile first!"
Haensel smiled.
She went on:
"Do you see that jug over there on the table? Well--it's full of milk.
Somebody left it here. And if you're good, Mother will stew rice in it when she comes home."
Haensel had heard such stories before.
"Don't believe it," said he. "It's too good to be true."
Nevertheless he went to see. And when his eyes a.s.sured him that what was in the jug really looked like milk, he was overcome with the temptation to find out whether it tasted like milk, also. First he gave a sly glance at Gretel and then down went his forefinger into the jug!
"Haensel! aren't you ashamed, you greedy boy? Out with your finger!" For Gretel had caught him in the act.
"Get back to your work in a hurry, for you know if Mother comes before we've finished, there'll be trouble."
Haensel, however, was not inclined toward work that afternoon. In fact, he was in a very rebellious mood, altogether.
"Don't let's work," suggested he. "Let's dance."
Now you must remember that Gretel was only a little girl with twinkling feet that loved to dance and a merry voice that loved to sing. So do not judge her too harshly, even though she quickly dropped her tiresome knitting.
Their wooden shoes--for they were the style in those days--clattered over the board floor; they clapped their hands, their childish voices rang out, and they had, all in all, a most beautiful time. They forgot their empty stomachs; they forgot their aching fingers. Gretel, who was clever in such things, taught Haensel some new steps. And he, less awkward than usual, learned them so quickly that Gretel praised him for his aptness. Her words made him as proud as a peac.o.c.k. He seized her hands in both of his own. Round and round they whirled, faster and faster, until suddenly, losing their balance, they fell, laughing loudly, in one heap on the floor.
And then--the door opened.
"Gracious goodness!" they cried. "It's Mother!" And up they jumped in double-quick time.
Yes, it was Mother, and an angry Mother at that.
"What does this mean?" she exclaimed, "all the noise and clatter? Where is your work, you good-for-nothing children?"
The children, half penitent, wholly frightened, looked at each other.
Haensel blamed Gretel, Gretel blamed Haensel.
The Mother blamed them both. She scolded, she raged, she brandished a stick, and I confess I am afraid to think of what her anger might have led her to do next. But just at that moment, in her excitement, she gave the milk jug a push, and down it went, breaking into a thousand pieces, with the precious milk running in little streams all over the floor.
That was the last straw! What was there left to be cooked for supper?
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