The Wise Woman | Page 5

kindly. Now
the princess did not in the least understand kindness. She always took it
for a sign either of partiality or fear. So when the wise woman looked
kindly upon her, she rushed at her, butting with her head like a ram.
But the folds of the cloak had closed around the wise woman, and when
the princess ran against it, she found it hard as the cloak of a bronze
statue, and fell back upon the road with a great bruise on her head. The
wise woman lifted her again, and put her once more under the cloak,
where she fell asleep, and where she awoke again only to find that she
was still being carried on and on.
When at length the wise woman again stopped and set her down, she
saw around her a bright moonlit night, on a wide heath, solitary and
houseless. Here she felt more frightened than before, nor was her terror
assuaged when, looking up, she saw a stern, immovable countenance,
with cold eyes fixedly regarding her. All she knew of the world being
derived from nursery tales, she concluded that the wise woman was an
ogress carrying her home to eat her.
I have already said that the princess was, at this time of her life, such a
low-minded creature, that severity had greater influence over her than
kindness. She understood terror better far than tenderness. When the
wise woman looked at her thus, she fell on her knees and held up her
hands to her, crying,
"Oh, don't eat me! don't eat me!"
Now this being the best she could do, it was a sign she was a low

creature. Think of it--to kick at kindness and kneel from terror! But the
sternness on the face of the wise woman came from the same heart and
the same feeling as the kindness that had shone from it before: the only
thing that could save the princess from her hatefulness was that she
should be made to mind somebody else than her own miserable
Somebody.
Without saying a word, the wise woman reached down her hand, took
one of Rosamond's, and, lifting her to her feet, led her along through
the moonlight. Every now and then a gush of obstinacy would well up
in the heart of the princess, and she would give a great ill-tempered tug,
and pull her hand away. But then the wise woman would gaze down
upon her with such a look, that she instantly sought again the hand she
had rejected--in pure terror lest she should be eaten upon the spot. And
so they would walk on again, and when the wind blew the folds of the
cloak against the princess, she found them soft as her mother's
camel-hair shawl.
After a little while the wise woman began to sing to her, and the
princess could not help listening for the soft wind amongst the low dry
bushes of the heath, the rustle of their own steps, and the trailing of the
wise woman's cloak, were the only sounds beside.
And this is the song she sang.--
Out in the cold,
With a thin-worn fold
Of withered gold
Around her rolled,
Hangs in the air the weary moon
She is old, old, old;
And her bones all cold,

And her tales all told,
And her things all sold,
And she has no breath to croon.
Like a castaway clout,
She is quite shut out!
She might call and shout,
But no one about
Would ever call back--Who's there?
There is never a hut,
Not a door to shut,
Not a footpath or rut,
Long road or short cut,
Leading to anywhere!
She is all alone
Like a dog-picked bone,
The poor old crone!
She fain would groan,
But she cannot find the breath.
She once had a fire,
But she built it no higher,

And only sat nigher
Till she saw it expire;
And now she is cold as death.
She never will smile
All the lonesome while
Oh, the mile after mile,
And never a stile!
And never a tree or a stone!
She has not a tear:
Afar and anear
It is all so drear,
But she does not care,
Her heart is as dry as a bone.
None to come near her!
No one to cheer her!
No one to jeer her!
No one to hear her!
Not a thing to lift and hold!
She is always awake,
But her heart will not break;

She can only quake,
Shiver and shake--
The old woman is very cold.
As strange as the song, was the crooning, wailing tune that the wise
woman sung. At the first note almost, you would have thought she
wanted to frighten the princess, and so indeed she did. For when people
will be