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Updated: June 29, 2025


"But she cannot possibly be left lying there," thought stork-papa; "and in my nest there are so many persons already. But stay, I have a thought. The wife of the Viking has no children, and how often has she not wished for a little one! People always say, 'The stork has brought a little one; and I will do so in earnest this time. I shall fly with the child to the Viking's wife.

It was not stork-papa, who, although he stood on guard on one leg, could sleep soundly. Helga alone was awake. She leaned over the balcony, gazing at the sparkling stars that shone clearer and brighter in the pure air than they had done in the north, and yet they were the same stars.

The princess will find some way of escape; some one will come to help her. If it had been you or I, or one of our people, it would certainly have been all over with us." "But I shall go and look every day to see if anything happens," said stork-papa. And he was as good as his word. A long time had passed, when at last he saw a green stalk shooting up out of the deep moor-ground.

"What could I be made?" said stork-papa; "what have I done? just nothing." "You have done more than all the rest," she replied. "But for you and the youngsters the two young princesses would never have seen Egypt again, and the recovery of the old man would not have been effected. You will become something.

The learned men have done nothing throughout the whole affair but used their tongues; but you will doubtless receive what is due to you." Late in the night, when the gentle peace of sleep rested upon the now happy house, there was one who still watched. It was not stork-papa, though he stood upon one leg, and slept on guard it was Helga who watched.

"Yes, we must go to the Viking's castle," said stork-papa; "mother and the youngsters are waiting for us there. How they will turn up their eyes and flap their wings! Yes, you see mother doesn't speak much she's short and dry, but she means all the better. I'll begin clapping at once, that they may know we're coming."

"Well, that's a new ending to the story," said stork-papa. "I had certainly not expected it. But I like it very well." "But what will the young ones say to it?" said stork-mamma. "Yes, certainly, that's the important point," replied he. In the forest, high up on the steep shore, hard by the open sea coast, stood a very old oak tree.

The body crumbled into dust, and a faded lotus-flower lay on the spot on which Helga had stood. "Now that is a new ending to the story," said stork-papa; "I really never expected it would end in this way, but it seems a very good ending." "And what will the young ones say to it, I wonder?" said stork-mamma. "Ah, that is a very important question," replied the stork.

"I call that very sensible and pretty," said stork-papa. "Yes, but it is very little," said mamma stork; "they could not possibly have done less." But, when Helga saw them, she rose and went out into the verandah to stroke the backs of the storks. The old stork pair bowed their heads, and curved their necks, and even the youngest among the young ones felt honored by this reception.

"Well, everyone flies in his own fashion," said stork-papa: "the swans in an oblique line, the cranes in a triangle, and the plovers in a snake's line." "Don't talk about snakes while we are flying up here," said stork-mamma. "It only puts ideas into the children's heads which can't be gratified." "Are those the high mountains of which I heard tell?" asked Helga, in the swan's plumage.

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