Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 6, 2025
And as she said this her voice sounded clearer and less muffled than before. Elsalill then took her cloak from the wall and wrapped it around her. She thought to herself: "My foster sister loves me still. She wishes me no evil. I am only happy that I may go with her wherever she may take me."
And no danger would threaten us now, if you had not been faithless and played me false." Elsalill sat still. This was too great a grief for her. She could scarce feel her heart beating. But Sir Archie sprang up and cried: "And no ill shall befall us tonight either. Of that you shall be witness, Elsalill!" In an instant he seized Elsalill in both his arms and raised her off her feet.
She was sick at heart from the great sorrow that had befallen her, and she said to herself: "I think everyone is happy who has something to look for. But I have nothing in the wide world on which to fix my hopes." One evening Elsalill saw a tall man, who wore a broad-brimmed hat with a great feather, standing upon the rocks and gazing westward over the sea like all the others.
Then she knew what it was that had felt like a faint breeze upon her face, and said to herself: "My dead foster sister has kissed my forehead before she parted from me." Elsalill now turned to her work and finished it. She rinsed out all the bowls and tankards and dried them.
You can follow me without fear. I tell you that if my father would have me wed the noblest damsel in our land, I should now say her nay. Come with me over the sea in full security, Elsalill! Nothing awaits you there but joy and happiness." More and more of the pikemen had collected about the door, and Elsalill was now beside herself with terror.
All those who walked before her seemed to be well-to-do folk. They were neatly dressed and well shod. But the red footprints were not old. Elsalill could see they were made by one of the group that walked before her. "It is someone who is footsore from a long journey," she thought. "God grant he may not have far to go ere he find shelter and rest."
One day there had been no fish to clean on the quays, so that Elsalill had stayed at home. She sat at the spinning-wheel and was alone in the cottage. A good fire was burning on the hearth, and it was light enough in the room. In the midst of her work she felt a light breath, as though a cold breeze had swept over her forehead. She looked up and saw her dead foster sister standing beside her.
Elsalill saw that they were in a room where the scullery wench stood and scoured cups and dishes for the hostess to set out on the tables for her customers. Elsalill could just see that a pail of water stood upon a stool, and in the hatch were many cups and goblets that wanted rinsing. "Will you help me with this work tonight, Elsalill?" said the dead girl.
"As I stood at work on the quay there came a little maid I had never seen before, and brought me word that you begged me to go home." "How did this maid look?" asked Elsalill. "I heeded her not so closely that I can tell you how she looked," said the old woman. "But one thing I marked; she went so lightly upon the snow that not a sound was heard."
Suddenly Sir Archie ceased speaking and looked down at his left hand. "What is it, Sir Archie? Why do you say no more?" asked Elsalill. Sir Archie opened and closed his hand convulsively. He turned it this way and that. "What is it, Sir Archie?" asked Elsalill. "Does your hand pain you on a sudden?"
Word Of The Day
Others Looking