[OLAF LILJEKRANS. ALFHILD from the back of the stage.
She is fantastically dressed and adorned with flowers
and garlands of leaves; she looks about anxiously
until she discovers OLAF and runs joyfully to meet
him.]
ALFHILD. O, stay, stay! Do not go away from me!
OLAF. [As if suddenly awakened to life.] Alfhild! my young and
beautiful bride!
ALFHILD. Olaf! my handsome knight! I grew tired of waiting; I
had to come here to meet you!
OLAF. But tell me, why are you always afraid to come here?
ALFHILD. I have so often told you that I never went beyond this
valley until you visited me. My father has said that evil powers
hold sway out there; only here among the mountains could I fare
safely and without harm! O, let whatever power will hold sway;
you are here, and that is enough for me! Come, let me look into
your eyes! Truly, I have you again!
OLAF. Have me! Alas, Alfhild! You artful, you beautiful woman,
indeed you have me again! My soul you have charmed so deeply, so
deeply. Lead me whither and as far as you will, into the
mountain, under the hill, to the grassy meadow, where song and
refrain echo sweetly in the evening, on the bottom of the river,
down under the rapids, where there are harps for powerful
plaintive lays; wherever your home is, there I am ready to
wander!
ALFHILD. Why speak you thus? You must surely know better than
what you are saying.--Spirits and elves hold sway in mountain and
hillock, and on the bottom of the river lives the nixie,--so
father has said. Think you that I am an elf or--
OLAF. You are the fairest in the world; be you what you please,
so long as you are mine!
ALFHILD. Were I an elfen maid, then truly, say I, it would fare
with you ill!
OLAF. Me!
ALFHILD. Yes, you! When you rode on your lonely path, I should
go out to meet you and give you the drink of forgetfulness from
the golden horn. I should mix therein my magic and charm so that
you would forget both heaven and earth, forget where you were
born and reared, what name you answered to, and where your
kinsmen fared,--one thing alone should you remember, one thing
alone should fill your mind and soul.
OLAF. Forsooth, then are you the elfen maid! For from the first
hour you have practiced your magic on me.
ALFHILD. Have I?
OLAF. Through the meadow I rode, below where the river runs,--it
was night and the songs and the plaintive lays echoed strangely
around me....
OLAF. Bewildered I grew and lost my path; I wandered far, far in
among the mountains; I discovered the beautiful valley, where no
foot has trod, where no eye has feasted ere mine....
OLAF. A heavy slumber fell upon me in there; the elf maidens
played in the meantime, and they drew me into their play....
OLAF. But when I awoke, there was affliction in my soul;
homeward I rode, but down there I could no more be content; it
seemed as if I had left behind me the richest and best in life,
as if a wonderful treasure were held in store for me, if only I
sought and found it....
OLAF. Up to the valley I had to go before I could find peace....
OLAF. You came to meet me, fair and glowing as in this hour; I
seized your hand, I looked you in the eye--heaven and earth, the
beauty of all creation, was in your eye!....
OLAF. Then I forgot both kinsmen and friends!....
OLAF. I came there the next night, I embraced you, I pressed you
to my bosom,--the glory of heaven was in your embrace....
OLAF. --Then I forgot my Christian name and my forefathers'
home....
OLAF. And I came the third night; I had to come; I kissed your
red lips; my eyes burned their way into your soul.--More than the
glory of creation was therein! I forgot more than God and home,
more than heaven and earth. I forgot myself.
[Prostrates himself before her.]
OLAF. Alfhild! Alfhild!
ALFHILD. If it be a drink of forgetfulness which you speak of,
then have I also charmed myself with it. I have fared as the
minstrel who learned the nixie's songs in order to charm his
sweetheart;--he charmed and charmed so long that at length the
magic wove itself round his own soul too, and he could never win
himself free therefrom.
[Stops and continues standing thoughtfully.]
OLAF. [As he rises.] What are you brooding over?
ALFHILD. High in the mountain there is a rocky ledge so steep
that not even the eagle can fasten his claws thereon; there
stands a lonely birch,--ill does it thrive, it is poor in leaves;
but downward it bends its branches to the valley which lies far
away; it is as though it longed for its sisters in the fresh and
luxuriant grove, as though it yearned to be transplanted in the
warm sunny life down below....
ALFHILD. Like the birch in the mountain was also my life; I
longed to get away; I longed for you through the long, long
years, even before I knew you existed. The valley became too
cramped for me, but I did not know that beyond the mountains
there was another valley like this one in here. The knights and
the ladies that visited me every evening were not enough for me,
and they told me nothing of the life beyond!
OLAF. Knights and ladies? You told me you never met any one
there.
ALFHILD. No one like you! But every evening my father
sang songs to me, and when the night came and my eyes
were closed, they came to visit me, all those that live
in my father's songs. Merry knights and beautiful ladies
there were among them; they came with falcons on their
hands, riding on stately steeds. They danced in the field,
and laughter and merriment reechoed wherever they fared;
the elves listened silently from behind each flower and the
birds from the trees where they had fallen asleep. But
with the coming of dawn they again disappeared; lonely
I wandered; I decked myself with flowers and with green
leaves, for I knew the next night they would come again.
Alas, that life was after all not sufficient for me; a mighty
longing rilled my bosom; it would never have been stilled
if you had not come!
OLAF. You speak of your father; at no time did I see him in
there!
ALFHILD. But seldom he comes now; he has never been there since
the night we first met.
OLAF. But tell me, where is he?
ALFHILD. You have told me you rode late one summer night in the
meadow where the river flows; there you heard strange songs which
you only half understood, but which haunt and haunt you so that
you will never forget them.
OLAF. Yes, yes!
ALFHILD. You once heard my father's songs! It is on them that I
have been nourished. In truth, neither have I fully understood
them; they seemed to me to be the most precious treasure, to be
life itself; now they mean little to me; they are to me but a
token of all the glory that was to come. In all of them was
there a handsome knight; I imagined him to be the best and most
glorious thing in all the valleys, the best and most glorious as
far as bird can fly, as far as clouds can sail. Olaf! it was
you,--I know you again! Oh, you must tell me of your home, of
the distant valley whence you come; life out there must be rich
and glorious; there it must be that my birds all fly with the
falling of the leaves; for when they again come to visit me, they
have so much to tell that is strange, so many a marvel to sing
about, that all the flowers begin to bud and to blossom, the
trees to grow green, and the big and glorious sun to rise early
and go tardily to rest, in order to listen to all the stories and
songs. But little grasp I of all that they tell; you must
interpret it for me, you must make everything clear that inwardly
craves an answer.
OLAF. Little am I able to answer what you ask of my home. My
home? If I have had a home other than this, then I remember but
little about it. It is all to me like a misty dream which is
forgotten in the hour we waken. Yet, come! far below us there
lies a village; there it seems I remember I wandered before I saw
you; there it seems to me that my kinsmen live. Do you hear how
the river conjures and rushes; let us follow it; out on the ledge
near the waterfall we can overlook the village where I--once had
my home. Come, come!
ALFHILD. But dare I--
OLAF. Follow and trust me, I shall protect you!
ALFHILD. I am ready; I know it well enough; whether I wished to
or not, I must follow you wherever you go.
[They go out to the right.]
CHORUS OF WEDDING GUESTS AND LADY. KIRSTEN'S PEOPLE
(From the forest to the left.)
Awake to our call, come free your will
From elves that hover around!
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