that burned through the darkness with a blue fire, and gave it to
Noodle. “Now I am your king, however far from you!” said Noodle. And
they answered, chanting:
“Under Heaven, over Hell,
You have broken the spell,
You are lord of the Well.”
“Lift me up!” said he; and the blue arms caught him and lifted him up;
from one to another they passed him in ascending circles, till he came
to the mouth of the well.
There overhead was the old witch, crouching and looking in to know what
had become of him; and her hair hung far down over her eyes into the
well. He caught her to him by it over the brink. “Old witch,” he said,
“you must change places with me now!” and he tossed her down to the
bottom of the well.
She went like a falling shuttlecock, shrieking as she fell; and as she
struck the water, the drowned bodies of the men she had sent there came
to the surface, and caught her by the feet and hair, and drew her down,
making an end of her, as she also had made of them.
IV
THE PRINCESS MELILOT
When Noodle, carrying the crystal with him, set foot once more upon
dry land, straightway he was again upon the back of the Galloping
Plough, with the world flying away under him. But now weariness came
over him, and his head weighed this way and that, so that earth and
sky mixed themselves before his gaze, and he was so drugged with sleep
that he had no wits to bid the Plough slacken from its speed. Therefore
it happened that as they passed a wood, a hanging bough caught him,
and brushed him like a feather from his place, landing him on a green
bosom of grass, where he slept the sleep of the weary, nor ever lifted
his head to see the Plough fast disappearing over hill and valley and
plain, out of sound of his voice or sight of his eye.
When Noodle awoke and found that the Plough was gone, he was bitter
against himself for his folly. “So poor a use to make of so noble
a steed!” he cried; “no wonder it has gone from me to seek for a
worthier master! If by good fortune I find it again, needs must I do
great things by its aid to be worthy of its service.” So he set out,
following the furrow of its course, determined, however far he must
seek, to journey on till he found it.
For a whole year he travelled, till at length he came, footsore and
weary, to a deserted palace standing in the midst of an overgrown
garden. The great gates, which lay wide open, were overrun with
creepers, and the paths were green with weeds. That morning he had
thought that he saw far away on the hills the gleam of his silver
Plough, and now hope rose high, for he could see by its track that
the Plough had passed before him into the garden of the palace. “O my
moonbeam,” he thought, “is it here I shall find you at last?”
Within the garden there was a sound of cross questions and crooked
answers, of many talking with loud voices, and of one weeping apart
from the rest. When he got quite close, he was struck still with awe,
and joy, and wonder. For first there lay the Galloping Plough in the
middle of a green lawn, and round it a score of serving-men, tugging at
it and trying to make it move on. Near by stood an old woman, wringing
her hands and begging them to leave it alone: “For,” cried she, “if the
Plough touches but the feet of the Princess, she will be uprooted, and
will presently wither away and die. Of what use is it to break one, if
the other enchantments cannot be broken?”
In the centre of the lawn grew a bower of roses, and beneath the bower
stood the loveliest princess that ever eye beheld; but she stood there
motionless, and without sign of life. She seemed neither to hear, nor
see, nor breathe; her feet were rooted to the ground; though they
seemed only to rest lightly under her weight upon the grass, no man,
nor a hundred men, could stir her from where she stood. And, as the
spell that held her fast bound to the spot, even so was the spell that
sealed her senses,--no man might lift it from her. When Noodle set eyes
upon her he knew that for the third time his heart had been stolen
from him, and that to be happy he must possess her, or die.
He ran quickly to the old woman, who, unregarded by the serving-men,
stood weeping and wringing her hands. “Tell me,” said Noodle, “who is
this sleeper who stands enchanted and rooted like a flower to earth?
And who are you, and these others who work and cry at cross purposes?”
The old woman cried from a wide mouth: “It is my mistress, the
honey-jewel of my heart, whom you see here so grievously enchanted. All
the gifts of the fairies at her christening did not prevent what was
foretold of her at her birth. In her seventeenth year, as you see her
now, so it was told of her that she should be.”
“Does she live?” asked Noodle; “is she asleep? She is not dead; when
will she wake? Tell me, old woman, her history, and how this fate has
come upon her.”
“She was the daughter of the king of this country by his first wife,”
said the old woman, “and heir to the throne after his death; but when
her mother died the king married again, and the three daughters he had
by his second wife were jealous of the beauty, and charm, and goodness
which raised their sister so high above them in the estimation of all
men. So they asked their mother to teach them a spell that should rob
Melilot of her charms, and make them useless in the eyes of men. And
their mother, who was wise in such arts, taught to each of them a
spell, so that together they might work their will.
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“One day they came running to Melilot, and said, ‘Come and play with
us a new game that our mother has taught us!’ Then they began turning
themselves into flowers. ‘I will be a hollyhock!’ said one. ‘And I will
be a columbine!’ said another; and saying the spell over each other
they became each the flower they had named.
“Then they unloosed the spells, and became themselves again. ‘Oh, it is
so nice to be a flower!’ they cried, laughing and clapping their hands.
But Melilot knew no spell.
“At last, seeing how her sisters turned into flowers, and came back
safe again, ‘I will be a rose!’ she cried; ‘turn me into a rose and out
again!’
“Then her three sisters joined their tongues together, and finished the
spell over her. And so soon as she had become a rose-tree, the three
sisters turned into three moles, and went down under the earth and
gnawed at the roots.
“Then they came up, and took their own forms again, and sang,--
“‘Sister, sister, here you are now,
Till the ploughman come with the Galloping Plough!’
“Then they turned into bees, and sucked out the honey from the roses,
and coming to themselves again they sang,--
“‘Sister, here you must doze and doze,
Till they bring you a flower of the Burning Rose!’
“Then they shook the dewdrops out of her eyes, crying,--
“‘Sister, your brain lies under our spell,
Till water be brought from the Thirsty Well!’
“Then they took the top blossom of all, and broke it to pieces, and
threw the petals away as they cried,--
“‘Sister, your life goes down for a term,
Till they bring you breath from the Camphor-Worm!’
“And when they had done all this, they turned her back into her
true shape, and left her standing even as you see her now, without
warmth, or sight, or memory, or motion, dead saving for her beauty,
that never changes or dies. And here she must stand till the spells
which have been fastened upon her have been unloosed. No long time
after, the wickedness of the three sisters and of their cruel mother
was discovered to the king, and they were all put to death for the
crime. Yet the ill they had done remained; and the king’s grief became
so great to see his loved daughter standing dead before him that he
removed with his court to another place, and left this palace to the
care of only a few serving-men, and myself to keep watch and guard over
the Princess.
“So now four-fold is the spell that holds her, and to break the
lightest of them the water of the Thirsty Well is needed; with two of
its drops laid upon her eyes memory will come back to her, and her mind
will remember of the things of the past. And for the breaking of the
second spell is needed a blossom of the Burning Rose, and the plucking
of that no man’s hand can achieve; but when the Rose is laid upon her
breast, her heart will belong to the world once more, and will beat
again under her bosom. And for the breaking of the third spell one must
bring the breath of the Camphor-Worm that has lain for a whole year
inside its body, and breathe it between her lips; then she will breathe
again, and all her five senses will return to her. And for the last
spell only the Galloping Plough can uproot her back to life, and free
her feet for the ways of earth. Now, here we have the Galloping Plough
with no man who can guide it, and what aid can it be? If these fools
should be able to make it so much as but touch the feet of my dear
mistress, she will be mown down like grass, and die presently for lack
of earth; for only the three other charms I have told you of can put
whole life back into her.”
“As for the mastery of the Plough,” said Noodle, “I will fetch that
from them in a breath. See, in a moment, how marvellous will be the
uplifting of their eyes!” He put to his lips the firestone ring--the
Sweetener--and blew but one note through it. Then in a moment the crowd
divided hither and thither, with cries of wonder and alarm, for the
Plough turned and bounded back to its master quickly, as an Arab mare
at the call of her owner.
The old woman, weeping for gladness, cried: “Thou art master of the
Plough! art thou master of all the other things as well?”
He said: “Of one thing only. Tell me of the Burning Rose and the
Camphor-Worm; what and where are they? For I am the master of the ends
of the earth by reason of the speed with which this carries me; and I
am lord of the Thirsty Well, and have the Fire-eaters for my friends.”
The old woman clapped her hands, and blessed him for his youth, and his
wisdom, and his courage. “First,” she said, “restore to the Princess
her memory by means of the water of the Thirsty Well; then I will show
you the way to the Burning Rose, for the easier thing must be done
first.”
Then Noodle drew out the crystal and breathed in it, calling on the
Well-folk for the two drops of water to lay on Princess Melilot’s
eyes. Immediately in the bottom of the cup appeared two blue drops of
water, that came climbing up the sides of the glass and stood trembling
together on the brim. And Noodle, touching them with the firestone ring
to make the memory of things sweet to her, bent back the Princess’s
face, and let them fall under her closed lids.
“Look!” cried the faithful nurse, “light trembles within those eyes of
hers! In there she begins to remember things; but as yet she sees and
hears nothing. Now it is for you to be swift and fetch her the blossom
of the Burning Rose. Be wise, and you shall not fail!”
V
THE BURNING ROSE
She told him how he was to go, across the desert southward, till he
found a giant, longer in length than a day’s journey, lying asleep upon
the sand. Over his head, it was told, hung a cloud, covering him from
the heat and resting itself against his brows; within the cloud was a
dream, and within the dream grew the garden of the Burning Rose. Than
this she knew no more, nor by what means Noodle might gain entrance and
become possessor of the Rose.
Noodle waited for no more; he mounted upon the Galloping Plough, and
pressed away over the desert to the south. For three days he travelled
through parched places, refreshing himself by the way with the water of
the Thirsty Well, calling on the Well-folk for the replenishment of his
crystal, and turning the draught to wine by the sweetness of his magic
ring.
At length he saw a cloud rising to him from a distance; like a great
opal it hung motionless between earth and heaven. Coming nearer he saw
the giant himself stretched out for a day’s journey across the sand.
His head lay under the colours of the dawn, and his feet were covered
with the dusk of evening, and over his middle shone the noonday sun.
Under the giant’s shadow Noodle stopped, and gazed up into the cloud;
through the outer covering of its mists he saw what seemed to be balls
of fire, and knew that within lay the dream and the garden of the
Burning Rose.
The giant laughed and muttered in his sleep, for the dream was sweet
to him. “O Rose,” he said, “O sweet Rose, what end is there of thy
sweetness? How innumerable is the dance of the Roses of my Rose-garden!”
Noodle caught hold of the ropes of the giant’s hair, and climbed till
he sat within the hollow of his right ear. Then he put to his lips the
ring, the Sweetener, and sang till the giant heard him in his sleep;
and the sweet singing mixed itself with the sweetness of the Rose in
the giant’s brain, and he muttered to himself, saying: “O bee, O sweet
bee, O bee in my brain, what honey wilt thou fetch for me out of the
roses of my Rose-garden?”
So, more and more, Noodle sweetened himself to the giant, till the
giant passed him into his brain and into the heart of the dream, even
into the garden of the Burning Rose.
Far down below the folds of the cloud, Noodle remembered that the
Galloping Plough lay waiting a call from him. “When I have stolen the
Rose,” thought he, “I may need swift heels for my flight.” And he put
the Sweetener to his lips and whistled the Plough up to him.
It came, cleaving the encirclement of clouds like a silver gleam of
moonlight, and for a moment, where they parted, Noodle saw a rift of
blue sky, and the light of the outer world clear through their midst.
The giant turned uneasily in his sleep, and the garden of the Burning
Rose rocked to its foundations as the edge of things real pierced into
it.
“While I stay here there is danger,” thought Noodle. “Surely I must
make haste to possess myself of the Rose and to escape!”
All round him was a garden set thick with rose-trees in myriads of
blossom, rose behind rose as far as the eye could reach, and the
fragrance of them lay like a heavy curtain of sleep upon the senses.
Noodle, beginning to feel drowsy, stretched out his hand in haste to
the nearest flower, lest in a little while he should be no more than a
part of the giant’s dream. “O beloved Heart of Melilot!” he cried, and
crushed his fingers upon the stem.
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The whole bough crackled and sprang away at his touch; the Rose turned
upon him, screaming and spouting fire; a noise like thunder filled all
the air. Every rose in the garden turned and spat flame at where he
stood. His face and his hands became blistered with the heat.
Leaping upon the back of his Plough, he cried, “Carry me to the borders
of the garden where there are open spaces! The price of the Princess is
upon my head!”
The Plough bounded this way and that, searching for some outlet by
which to escape. It flew in spirals and circles, it leaped like a
flea, it burrowed like a mole, it ploughed up the rose-trees by the
roots. But so soon as it had passed they stood up unharmed again, and
to whatever point of refuge the Plough fled, that way they all turned
their heads and darted out vomitings of fire.
In vain did Noodle summon the Well-folk to his aid; his crystal shot
forth fountains of water that turned into steam as they rose, and fell
back again, scalding him.
Then with two deaths threatening to devour him, he brandished the ring,
calling upon the Fire-eaters for their aid.
They laughed as they came. “Here is food for you!” he cried. “Multiply
your appetites about me, or I shall be consumed in these flames!”
“Brandish again!” cried they--the same seven whom he had fed. “We are
not enough; this fire is not quenchable.”
Noodle brandished till the whole garden swarmed with their kind. One
fastened himself upon every rose, a gulf opposing itself to a torrent.
All sight of the conflagration disappeared; but within there went a
roaring sound, and the bodies of the Fire-eaters crackled, growing
large and luminous the while.
“Do your will quickly and begone!” cried the Fire-eaters. “Even now we
swell to bursting with the pumping in of these fires!”
Noodle seized on a rose to which one hung, sucking out its heats. He
tugged, but the strong fibres held. Then he locked himself to the back
of the Plough, crying to it and caressing its speed with all names
under heaven, and beseeching it in the name of Melilot to break free.
And the Plough giving but one plunge, the Rose came away into Noodle’s
hand, panting and a prisoner. All blushing it grew and radiant, with a
soft inner glow, and an odour of incomparable sweetness. He seemed to
see the heart of Melilot beating before him.
But now there came a blast of fire behind him, for the Fire-eaters
had disappeared, and all was whirling and shaken before his eyes;
and the Plough sped desperately over earthquake and space. For the
plucking of the Rose had awakened the giant from his sleep; and the
dream shrivelled and spun away in a whirl of flame-coloured vapours.
Leaping into clear day out of the unravelment of its mists, Noodle
found himself and his Plough launching over an edge of precipice for a
downward dive into space. The giant’s hair, standing upright from his
head in the wrath and horror of his awakening, made a forest ending in
his forehead that bowered them to right and to left. Quitting it they
slid ungovernably over the bulge of his brow, and went at full spurt
for the abyss.
Dexterously the Plough steered its descent, catching on the bridge and
furrowing the ridge of the nose; nine leagues were the duration of a
second.
The giant, thinking some venomous parasite was injuring his flesh,
aimed, and a moment too late had thumped his fist upon the place. But
already the Plough skirting the amazed opening of his mouth was lost
in the trammels of his beard. Thence, as it escaped the rummaging
of his fingers, it flew scouring his breast, and inflicted a flying
scratch over the regions of his abdomen. Then, still believing it to
be the triumphal procession of a flea, he pursued it to his thigh, and
mistaking the shadow for the substance allowed it yet again to escape.
At his kneecap there was but a hair’s-breadth between Noodle and the
weight of his thumb; but thereafter the Plough out-distanced his every
effort, and, with Noodle preserved whole and alive, sped fast and far,
bearing the Burning Rose to the heart of the beloved Melilot.
The crone was aware of his coming before she heard him, or saw the
gleam of his Plough running beam-like over the land. From her seat by
the Princess’s bower she clapped her hands, and springing to his neck
ere he alighted: “A long way off, and a long time off,” she cried, “I
knew what fortune was with you; for when you plucked off the Rose,
and bore it out of the heart of the dream, the scent of it filled the
world; and I felt the sweetness of youth once more in my blood.”
Then she led him to the Princess, and bade him lay the Rose in her
breast, that her heart might be won back into the world. Looking at
her face again, Noodle saw how memory had made it more beautiful than
ever, and how between her lips had grown the tender parting of a smile.
Then he laid the Rose where the movement of the heart should be; and
presently under the white breast rose the music of its beating.
“Ah!” cried the old nurse, weeping for happiness, “now her heart that
loved me is come back, and I can listen all day to the sound of it! You
have brought memory to her, you have brought love; now bring breath,
and the awakening of her five senses. Surely the light of her eyes will
be your reward!”
VI
THE CAMPHOR-WORM
“Tell me quickly of the Camphor-Worm,” cried the youth as he feasted
his eyes on the Princess’s loveliness, made more unendurable by the
awakening within of love. “Where and what is it?” “It is not so far
as was the way to the Burning Rose,” answered the crone; “an hour on
the back of the Plough shall bring it near to you; but the danger
and difficulty of this quest is more, not less. For to reach the
Camphor-Worm you need to be a diver in deep waters, whose weight
crushes a man; and to touch its lips you must master the loathing of
your nature; and to carry away its breath you must have strength of
will and endurance beyond what is mortal.” “You trouble me with things
I need not know,” cried Noodle. “Tell me,” he said, “how I may reach
the Camphor-Worm; and of it and its ways.”
“By this path, and by that,” said the old woman, pointing him, “go on
till you come to the thick waters of the Bitter Lake; they are blacker
than night, and their weight is heavier than lead, and in the depths
dwells the Camphor-Worm. Once a year, when the air is sweetest with the
scents of summer, she rises to breathe, lifting her black snout through
the surface of the waters. Then she draws fresh air into her lungs,
flavoured with leaves and flowers, and after she has breathed it in she
lets go the last bubble of the breath she drew from the summer of the
year before; and it is this bubble of breath alone that will give back
life to the five senses of Princess Melilot. But the Worm’s time for
rising is far; and how you shall bear the weight in the depths of those
waters, or make the Worm give up the bubble before her time, or at last
bear back the bubble to lay it on the lips of the Princess so that she
may wake,--these are things I know not the way of, for to my eyes they
seem dark with difficulty and peril.”
Then Noodle, opening the petals of the Burning Rose as it lay upon
the heart of Melilot, drew out honey from its centre, filling his
hand with the golden crumblings of fragrance; and he leapt upon the
Galloping Plough, urging it in the way the Princess’s nurse had pointed
out to him. As they went he caressed it with all the names under
heaven, stroking it with his hand and praising it for the delicacy of
its steering: saying, “O my moonbeam, if thou wouldst save the life
of thy master, or restore the five senses of the Princess Melilot,
thou must surpass thyself to-day. Listen, thou heaven-sent limb, thou
miracle of quicksilver, and have a long mind to my words; for in a
short while I shall have no speech left in me till the thing be done,
and the deliverance, from head to feet, of my Beloved accomplished.”
Even while he spoke they came to the edge of the Bitter Lake--a small
pool, but its waters were blacker than night, and its heart heavier
than lead. Then Noodle leapt down from the Plough, and caressed it for
the last time, saying: “Set thy face for the garden where the Princess
Melilot is; and when I am come back to thee speechless out of the Lake
and am striding thee once more, then wait not for a word but carry me
to her with more speed than thou hast ever mustered to my aid till now;
go faster than wind or lightning or than the eye of man can see! So, by
good fortune, I may live till I reach her lips; but if thou tarry at
all I am a dead man. And when thou art come to Melilot set thy share
beneath the roots of her feet, and take her up to me out of the ground.
Do this tenderly, but abate not speed till it be done!”
Then the youth put into his mouth the honey of the Burning Rose, and
into his lips the Sweetener, and stripped himself as a bather to the
pool. And the Plough, remembering its master’s word, turned and set its
face to where lay the garden with Melilot waiting to be relieved of her
enchantment. Whereat Noodle, bowing his head, and blessing it with lips
of farewell, turned shortly and slid down into the blackness of the
lake.
The weight of that water was like a vice upon his limbs, and around
his throat, as he swam out into the centre of the pool. As he went he
breathed upon the water, and the scent of the honey of the Burning Rose
passing through the Sweetener made an incomparable fragrance, gentle,
and subtle, and wooing to the senses.
When he came to the middle of the lake he stayed breathing full
breaths, till the air deepened with fragrance around him. Presently
underneath him he felt the movement of a great thing coming up from
the bottom of the pool. It touched his feet and came grazing along his
side; and all at once shuddering and horror took hold upon him, for his
whole nature was filled with loathing of its touch.
Out of the pool’s surface before him rose a great black snout, that
opened, showing a round hole. Then he thought of Melilot and her beauty
laid fast under a charm, and drawing a full breath he laid his lips
containing the ring, the Sweetener, to the lips of the Worm.
The Worm began to breathe. As the Worm drank the air out of him, he
drew in more through his nostrils, and more and more, till the great
gills were filled and satisfied.