FERTRAM FALLS UNDER A SPELL, AND IS BETROTHED TO “DARK ISOLDE.”
At length the king returned from his long tour accompanied by Fertram,
and as soon as the ships were in sight, the queen and her daughter
drove down to the shore to welcome them home.
When they were all four seated in the golden chariot on their way back
to the palace, both the king and Fertram were greatly surprised not to
see fair Isolde, and asked why she had not come down to meet them.
Then the queen, pretending to weep, and putting her handkerchief to her
eyes, said that some time after the king’s departure, the tower in
which Isolde lived had been burned to the ground; no one could find out
how the accident had happened, but they thought the princess must have
carelessly left a light near some of the curtains.
This terrible calamity was a fearful blow to Fertram, so, instead of
joining in the festivities to celebrate the king’s return, he shut
himself up in his own rooms and would see no one for several weeks.
At last the queen herself came to his door, and as she would take no
denial, he was at length obliged to open it. When she entered, he saw
she held a golden goblet in her hand, filled with wine. At first he
would have none of it; but as she continued to press and urge him, if
only just to taste it, hoping by so doing to get rid of her, Fertram
took the cup and drank a little. But no sooner had he swallowed the
first mouthful than he fell into a deep sleep, and lost all
consciousness.
When at last he awakened, all remembrance of his love for fair Isolde
had vanished.
The queen, seeing the satisfactory effect of her magic draught, lost no
time in sounding the praises of her own daughter, until at length,
after much persuasion, Fertram consented to marry her, and a day was
fixed for the wedding.
Ere this could take place, however, the future bride had, according to
the custom of the country, to embroider and make up both her own and
the bridegroom’s wedding garments.
Now, dark Isolde was not good with her needle; she was very lazy, and
much preferred idling about and gossiping in the stables and kennels,
to sewing or spinning indoors.
In her perplexity as to what she had better do, for she wanted to marry
Fertram, she sauntered across the stable yard to the kitchen, where the
old cook was sitting on a stool shelling peas, and asked her what she
would advise her to do.
“You ought to be ashamed of yourself to be so helpless,” answered the
cook, crossly, for she had no love for the new queen and her daughter.
“It is all very well for a poor old woman like me not to be able to use
her needle, for I have always had to work hard for my living, and my
hands soon got too rough for sewing much; but for a young princess like
you not to be able to embroider her own wedding-dress! Why, such a
disgrace will be handed down for generations! But there, as you are so
stupid, I suppose I must try and help you. Fortunately there is a young
girl here, called Näfra Kolla, who sews as beautifully as any princess;
you tell her I sent you, and I dare say she will help you.”
When dark Isolde heard this she was greatly pleased, and at once ran up
to her room and brought down the various pieces of silk and twists of
gold and silver thread, and brought them to Näfra Kolla, begging her to
make up the garments. This Näfra Kolla promised to do, and her clever
busy fingers finished both the bridal garments the evening before the
wedding.