_ASTER’S MISFORTUNES._
At last, even the thin crescent of the moon disappeared, and once more
Aster lay motionless, and, as it were, without life, the same tiny,
helpless thing which Eva had taken from the crest of the fountain. Once
more she wandered, alone,--for what companionship could she find in
the senseless little figure which she carried about with her?--through
the strange, dream-like country in which she now found herself. But,
wherever she went, a feeling she could not explain nor understand made
her hold the helpless little prince close, never for a moment letting
him pass from her loving clasp.
[Illustration: “As day by day the path led them on into the forest, the
trees altered their shape.” Page 53.]
Once more, too, the faint earth-light shone, instead of the vanished
moon. And Eva thought that while Aster lay helpless, there were fewer
difficulties in her path; the faces no longer appeared to torment
and harass her; the way seemed easier to her feet; more and brighter
flowers bloomed along the path; and the misty, shadowy shapes which
were to be seen at intervals passing among the close-set trunks of the
trees were fair and lovely to look upon.
But this quiet was not to last. Again, after a time, the music rang
triumphantly through the forest; and again, as the young moon sprang to
her station overhead, Aster awoke, to all appearance unconscious of the
time he had slept, and of the distance which Eva had carried him. As
he grew, with the moon, it seemed to her that he was changed; that he
was no longer the gentle, loving boy who had wandered with her when the
first moon shone: something elfish, imp-like, and changeable had come
over him.
Then, too, as day by day the path led them on into the forest, which
seemed endless, the trees altered their shape. Sometimes they were
circled with huge, twining snakes, which Eva thought seemed coiled
there, ready to seize her as she passed, though when near them they
proved to be nothing but huge vines climbing up the trees. Here and
there in the path lay huge stones, which you might think at first sight
were insurmountable, obstructing their further progress; yet, if either
Eva’s foot touched them, or the hem of her white dress brushed ever so
lightly against them, they would always fade away, like a shadow, into
utter nothingness, or else would roll slowly away to one side, leaving
the path clear. But when Aster saw the stones he would cry, and say
that they would crush him if he passed them, and the only way in which
Eva could soothe him was by taking him up in her arms and carrying him
past the stones, while he hid his face, so as not to see them, in her
long, golden curls.
Every now and then, in spite of what he had often told Eva,--that
she, and she only, could find and give him the flower which he had
lost,--Aster would declare to her that he saw it blooming in places
where she saw nothing but nettles or ugly weeds, but which he would
always insist were beds of the most beautiful flowers. These flowers,
he said, called to him to come and gather them; while Eva thought that
warning voices bade her pass them by, and that she saw over or else
among them shadows of the same hateful faces which she dreaded. But it
was useless to try and convince Aster of this; she soon learned that
nothing ever presented the same appearance to him that it did to her.
In consequence, whenever Aster insisted upon leaving the path, as he
often did, Eva watched him with a kind of terror, and never felt he
was safe unless she led him by the hand. Placed, as he was, under her
care, she felt sure that when with her no danger could come near him,
nothing harm him. Still, if he had enemies in this great forest, he
had friends, too; for once, when he stooped to gather a flower which
bloomed near the path, she heard it say:
“Guard thou well thy charge to-day,
There is danger in the way.”
But Aster laughed joyfully, as he looked up without gathering the
flower, and said:
“Did you hear what the flower told me, Eva? That was the reason why I
did not pick it, for it said that I should have much pleasure to-day.”
Eva only smiled; she said nothing; she had learned that Aster would not
bear being contradicted. But she quietly resolved to be more watchful
than ever; for, from what she had heard the flower say, she thought
that efforts would be made to take the little prince from her.
She was wrong, however, for the day passed, the moon disappeared,
and, as nothing had happened to disturb them, she began to think that
perhaps she had been mistaken, and that Aster had been right regarding
the words which the flower had spoken; for he had, all that day, been
cheerful and gentle. But, that night, she was awakened from her sleep
by Aster’s talking, as though to himself, in a rambling, disconnected
manner, of THEY whom he seemed to fear; and this being the first time
for days--not since he had awakened from the stupor into which the
disappearance of the moon had thrown him--that he had mentioned or even
appeared to think of these nameless yet formidable beings, she guessed,
seeing that Aster’s words were spoken, as it were, in a dream, and
unconsciously to himself, that the coming day contained more danger to
him than any of the preceding ones.
It was, notwithstanding, with a feeling of relief that Eva at last saw
the moon arise, and once more she and Aster set out on their journey.
He never referred to the words which had awakened her. No strange
sights or sounds came to disturb them. There was utter stillness all
around; and as hour after hour passed, and Aster walked quietly by her
side, Eva began to think that her anxiety had all been for nothing, and
she relaxed a little of her watchfulness.
At last they came to a place where every plant along the path was hung
with filmy, gossamer, delicate webs, and in each web sat a spider.
And every spider was different,--no two of them being alike. And, as
they passed these patient spinners, Aster clung closely to Eva’s hand,
saying that he was afraid of being entangled among their webs, or else
stung by them; although to her it appeared as though the spiders did
not even notice them as they passed. Then all of a sudden the webs and
the insects were gone; and the children saw crawling slowly in the
path, as if it was afraid of them and wanted to get out of their way, a
spider larger than any of those they had seen; a spider whose body was
ringed with scarlet and gold, whose long, slender black legs shone like
polished jet, and whose eyes were like bright-green emeralds; a spider
handsome enough to be the king of all the spiders.
And while Eva was admiring the beautiful colors of the insect, Aster
let go her hand, and, stooping down, passed his finger gently over its
gold and scarlet back. Then the spider raised its head, and looked at
Eva with its bright-green eyes, which, as Eva gazed at them, appeared
to grow larger and brighter, and dazzled her own; and then a mist
seemed to come over them, and everything began to fade slowly away;
and she never noticed how Aster went, slowly, nearer and nearer to
the insect, crouching down into the path as he did so, nor how the
spider, by degrees, began to grow larger, and moved towards the side
of the path, till a sudden cry from Aster, “Eva! Eva! help me!” roused
her from the trance in which she stood, in which she saw nothing but
the emerald eyes, like two gleaming lights; and then she saw that the
beautiful spider had enveloped Aster in a large web which it had spun
around him, and was dragging him off the path, to carry him away with
it.
But Eva was not going to lose her charge. Springing forward, she threw
her arms around him. And as her dress touched the web, it fell off,
releasing him; and the spider, unfolding a pair of blue wings, flew
into the forest with a loud cry of disappointment; and as it flew away,
its shape changed, and Eva, looking after it, with her arms still
around Aster, saw that it had one of the terrible faces which she had
seen so often before. Then it disappeared, and the two went on, or
rather tried to go on, for Aster complained that his feet were fastened
to the ground; and then Eva saw that they were still tangled in some of
the spider’s web; and both Eva and Aster tried in vain to break it. But
Eva was nearly in despair, when, as she stooped, one of her long golden
curls brushed against the web, and then it melted away and vanished
like smoke.
Then, and not till then, were they able to go on. But Aster walked
forward unwillingly, and complained that he was tired, and began to
insist upon Eva’s stopping to rest. But she felt that they would not
be safe until after the moon was gone, and so they went on. At every
mossy stone, every fair cluster of flowers, Aster would insist upon
stopping, but Eva would not listen to him, for she always heard, at
these places, a friendly voice which said, “Go on, go on;” and so they
went on.
But at last Aster, who did nothing but complain of weariness, told Eva
that he could and would go no farther. Seeing a great, velvety, green
mushroom growing in the path, he ran and sat down upon it, saying that
it was a seat which had been made and put there for him, and that Eva
should not share it.
He had scarcely said this, had scarcely seated himself, when the
mushroom changed into a great green frog, which, with Aster seated
astride upon its back, began to hop nimbly away in the direction of the
forest. But Eva, whose eyes had never for a moment left the boy, sprang
forward, and before Aster--pleased at the motion of the frog--could
say a word, she had dragged him off his strange steed, which turned
and snapped at her, but, instead of touching her, caught the skirt of
Aster’s coat in his mouth and held on to it till Eva’s efforts tore it
from him, leaving, however, a small piece of the velvet in the frog’s
mouth. Even then he tried to seize Aster again, and it was not till
Eva’s dress touched him that he turned to leave them, still holding in
his mouth the scrap torn from Aster’s coat, and as he hopped off the
path he faded away just like a shadow.
Then, too, the moon sank from the sky, and the two children, completely
worn out, lay down and slept, and Eva knew that for a little while, at
least, Aster was safe, because as she lay down she heard a little song
which said;
Tranquil be your sleep,
Peaceful be your rest,
We a watch will keep,
Naught shall you molest;
Sleep, Eva, sleep.
Where our light may shine,
Where we weave our charm,
In our magic line,
Naught may cause you harm;
Sleep, Aster, sleep.
Then all was still. But though Eva, trusting to this song, was not
afraid to lie down and sleep, she never knew that while they did sleep
a circle of tiny shining lamps, like fairy-lamps, gleamed all around
them,--a magic circle which nothing could pass. And although both the
spider and the green frog returned, bringing with them the piece of
Aster’s coat, by means of which they hoped to steal him away from Eva
while he was asleep, they could not pass the circle which the Light
Elves had drawn around the sleeping pair, and, after many vain efforts
to cross it, they vanished.
And the grateful elves had watched and saved Aster because Eva, that
morning, seeing a shapeless, helpless worm lying near a stone, which
was about to fall and crush it, had tenderly picked up the worm, and
laid it carefully on a cool, green leaf, out of danger. The grateful
Light Elf,--for such she was,--being compelled to wear the form of a
worm while the moonlight lasted, had come with her companions to return
what service she could and give Eva a peaceful rest.
So, as ever, Good overcomes Evil, and no service, no matter how small
or how trifling it may seem, is ever wasted or thrown away.
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