THE WEDDING
Now it was on this same night on which the cask was found that, as the
storm still raged, a knock was heard at the cottage door. It startled
all within, for who was there could have crossed the stream that now
separated them from the mainland? It could surely be no mortal who
stood without.
As the inhabitants of the little cottage sat silent, thinking these
thoughts, the knock was heard again. It was followed by a low groan.
Then the knight rose and took his sword from the wall where it had
hung for many days. But the fisherman, watching him, shook his head as
he muttered, 'A sword will be of but little use to-night.'
Undine meanwhile had gone toward the door. She did not open it, but
she called out in a loud voice, 'Remember, whoever you be, spirit of
earth or fire, that if harm befall us my uncle Kühleborn will punish
you.'
These strange words made the knight marvel. But a voice answered the
maiden, 'I am no wandering spirit, but an old frail man. For the love
of God open your door and give me shelter from the storm.'
At these words Undine, holding a lamp high in one hand, flung the door
wide open with the other. Before her stood an old priest, who looked
upon her with surprise. How came so fair a maiden to be dwelling in so
lonely a home? he wondered, and in his bewilderment he stood still
outside the shelter and warmth which awaited him.
'Will you not enter, holy Father?' said Undine.
The priest roused himself to thank the beautiful maiden, and then
entered the kitchen. Water flowed from his long robe and trickled from
his long white beard and snowy locks.
'Come with me, Father,' said the fisherman, and he drew the priest
into a little room and made him take off all his wet garments. Then,
clad in a suit of dry clothes which belonged to his host, the priest
returned to the kitchen.
The old woman pulled forward her own armchair and made the priest sit
in it, while Undine brought a little stool and put it beneath the feet
of the stranger.
Meanwhile food was placed before the priest. When he had eaten he was
refreshed and able to tell his host how he had reached the island.
'It was but yesterday,' he said, 'that I was sailing across the lake,
when a sudden storm arose. A wave dashed upon my boat, overturning it
and throwing me on to the shore. I lay there stunned for some time.
Then, as I slowly recovered my senses, I saw a footpath before me, and
following it I reached the shelter of your cottage.'
Then the fisherman said to the priest, 'Unless the stream subsides we
shall, I fear, be in need of food. For days I have found it wellnigh
impossible to fish in the lake, and even should I be able to do so I
could not sell my fish. It would be too hard a task to reach the city
beyond the wood until the stream once more runs quietly between its
banks.'
To Huldbrand as he listened it mattered not though the stream rushed
on for ever. The world beyond the wood was becoming to the knight more
and more as a dream. Also the little island on which he was living
seemed to him the most beautiful spot on earth, for on it dwelt the
maiden he loved so well.
As these thoughts passed through the knight's mind he turned, and saw
at once that Undine must have annoyed her foster-mother, for the old
woman was casting angry looks upon the maiden. Perhaps the angry looks
would be followed by harsh words, as had happened on other days.
Quickly the knight made up his mind. Were Undine but his wife, no one
would venture to reprove her. The priest was in the cottage. Why
should he not marry the beautiful maiden without delay?
He spoke a few words to Undine, then drawing her gently toward the
priest he said, 'Father, you see before you the maiden whom I love,
whom, if her foster-parents are willing, I would wed this very day.'
The priest turned to the fisherman and his wife. 'You hear the words
of the noble knight,' he said. 'Are you willing that he should wed the
maiden?'
It was easy to see that the old people were in no way startled by the
priest's words.
'To no braver or more courteous knight could we give our
foster-child,' said the fisherman, and his wife smiled and nodded as
he spoke.
Then the foster-mother brought two candles, which long years before
had been blessed by a holy man, and placed them on the kitchen table,
while the knight, unfastening the chain which hung around his neck,
began to take off it two golden rings, one for Undine, the other for
himself.
'Ah, do not so,' cried the maiden. 'Touch not the golden chain.
Believe me, my parents, could they know, would wish us to use the
rings they entrusted to my care when I was but a child.'
She ran quickly from the room, and when she came back she held in her
hand two radiant rings, one of which she gave to the knight, while the
other she kept for herself.
Her foster-parents looked at Undine in surprise, for they had neither
seen the rings nor known that their foster-child had any jewels in her
possession.
Then the maiden, seeing their astonishment, told how her parents had
stitched the rings into the little garments she had worn when first
she came to them, a tiny child. 'They bid me also tell no one that
they had given me these precious gems until the evening of my
wedding-day.'
Meanwhile the priest had clad himself again in his own garments, and
lighting the candles, he called to Huldbrand and the maiden to come
and kneel before him.
[Illustration: In the little cottage were heard the solemn words of
the marriage service]
Gladly they obeyed, and then in the little cottage were heard the
solemn words of the marriage service, and Undine became the wife of
Huldbrand, the knight of Ringstetten.
The maiden had been unusually quiet as she listened to the solemn
words of the marriage service, but now a spirit of mischief seemed to
seize her. She laughed and danced, she played childish tricks upon her
husband, her foster-parents, even upon the priest himself.
Her foster-mother would have rebuked Undine as of old, but the knight
silenced her, for Undine was now his wife. Yet he himself was little
pleased with her behaviour. When Undine saw a frown upon his brow, it
is true that she would grow quieter, and sitting near him, would for a
little while smooth his brow with her soft white hand. Soon, however,
a new fancy would take hold of her, she would jump up, and her tricks
would grow even more vexing than before.
Then the priest spoke, and his voice was grave.
'Lady, you are fair to look on, but I pray you to cease these foolish
ways, lest your soul become less beautiful than your face.'
Undine's laughter ceased. After a while she looked at the priest and
asked in a timid whisper, 'What is this thing which you call a soul,
holy Father?'
Over the little kitchen a hush fell as the holy man answered, 'How can
I tell you what this strange thing which we call our soul really is?
Yet can I tell you why God gives us this great gift. It is that we may
learn to know and love Him. Our bodies will grow old, and we will lay
them aside as a garment which we no longer need, while our souls will
live and dwell with Him for ever.'
Undine's eyes grew sad, tears streamed down her cheek. 'Ah,' she
sobbed, 'I have no soul, no soul. I think it would hurt me to have a
soul, yet fain would I have one.'
Then, with one of those quick changes which had at times startled her
foster-parents, she dried her tears, and ran quickly to the window.
She looked out into the night. It seemed to call her forth to a
careless, thoughtless life. Why should she stay when the wind
whispered to her and the waters brought her messages from the depths
of the sea?
'Ah no, I will have no soul!' cried Undine, turning once more toward
the priest. 'I must be free, free as the breezes and the dancing
waters.'
'Your love for me will change and grow cold,' said the knight sadly,
'unless you have a human soul. For none can love truly without this
precious gift.'
Yet even as he spoke Huldbrand was trying to stifle a fear that had
begun to creep into his heart, a fear that the maiden he had wedded
was a fairy or a mocking spirit from another world.
But his beautiful wife was smiling softly, for as he had spoken his
last words she had learned a secret. And as the knight looked into her
blue love-lit eyes he too learned the secret. Through love Undine had
won a soul, which is indeed the gift of God to every mortal.