Upon the estate of Hellerup, in the parish of Ljungby, there lived,
many years ago, a gentleman of rank, who had a daughter renowned for
her gentleness as well as for her beauty and intelligence.
One night, while lying awake in her bed, watching the moonbeams dancing
upon her chamber floor, her door was opened and a little fairy, clad in
a gray jacket and red cap, tripped lightly in and toward her bed.
“Do not be afraid, gracious lady!” said he, and looked her in the eye
in a friendly manner. “I have come to ask a favor from you.”
“Willingly, if I can,” answered the young lady, who began to recover
from her fear.
“Oh! it will not be difficult,” said the fairy. “I and mine have, for
many years, lived under the floor in the kitchen, just where the water
tank stands, which has become old and leaky, so that we are continually
annoyed by the dripping of water, and the maids spill water upon the
floor, which drips through, so that it is never dry in our home.”
“That shall be seen to in the morning,” promised the lady, and the
fairy, making an elegant bow, disappeared as noiselessly as he came.
The next day, at the girl’s request, the cask was moved, and the
gratitude of the fairies was soon manifested. Never thereafter was a
glass or plate broken, and if the servants had work to do that required
early rising, they were always awake at the appointed hour.
Some time later the fairy again stood at the young lady’s bedside.
“Now I have another request which, in your generosity, you will
certainly not refuse to grant.”
“What is it, then?” asked the young lady.
“That you will honor me and my house, and to-night stand at the
christening of my newly-born daughter.”
The young lady arose and clad herself, and followed her unknown
conductor through many passages and rooms which she had never before
been aware existed, until she finally came to the kitchen. Here she
found a host of small folk and priest and father, whereupon the little
child was baptized in the usual Christian manner.
When the young lady was about to go the fairy begged permission to put
a memento in her apron.
Though what she received looked like a stick and some shavings, she
appeared very thankful, and was conducted again through the winding
passages back to her room.
Just as the fairy stood ready to leave her, he said: “If we should meet
again, and that is probable, bear well in mind not to laugh at me or
any of mine. We esteem you for your modesty and goodness, but if you
laugh at us, we shall never see each other again.” With these words he
left the room.
When he had gone the young woman threw her present into the stove and
laid herself down to sleep, and the following morning, when the maid
went to build the fire, she found in the ashes jewelry of the purest
gold and finest workmanship, such as had never before been seen.
Some years later the young woman was about to marry, and preparations
were made for a day of pomp and splendor.
For many weeks there was great bustle in the kitchen and bridal
chamber. During the day all was quiet under the floor in the kitchen,
but through the night one who slept lightly could hear the sounds of
work as through the day.
At length the wedding hour arrived.
Decked with laurels and crown, the bride was conducted to the hall
where the guests were gathered. During the ceremonies she chanced to
cast a glance toward the fireplace in the corner of the hall, where she
saw the fairies gathered for a like feast. The bridegroom was a little
fairy and the bride her goddaughter, and everything was conducted in
the same manner as in the hall.
None of the guests saw what was going on in their vicinity, but it was
observed that the bride could not take her eyes from the fireplace.
Later in the evening, when she again saw the strange bridal feast, she
saw one of the fairies who was acting as waiter stumble and fall over a
twig. Unmindful of the caution she had received, she burst out into a
hearty laugh. Instantly the scene vanished, and from that time no
fairies have been seen at Hellerup.