In the morning the storm had ceased;but of the ship not a single fragment could be seen.The sun rose up red and glowing from the water,and its beams brought back the hue of health to the prince's cheeks;but his eyes remained closed.The mermaid kissed his high,smooth forehead,and stroked back his wet hair;he seemed to her like the marble statue in her little garden,and she kissed him again,and wished that he might live.Presently they came in sight of land;she saw lofty blue mountains,on which the white snow rested as if a flock of swans were lying upon them.Near the coast were beautiful green forests,and close by stood a large building,whether a church or a convent she could not tell.Orange and citron trees grew in the garden,and before the door stood lofty palms.The sea here formed a little bay,in which the water was quite still,but very deep;so she swam with the handsome prince to the beach,which was covered with fine,white sand,and there she laid him in the warm sunshine,taking care to raise his head higher than his body.Then bells sounded in the large white building,and a number of young girls came into the garden.The little mermaid swam out farther from the shore and placed herself between some high rocks that rose out of the water;then she covered her head and neck with the foam of the sea so that her little face might not be seen,and watched to see what would become of the poor prince.She did not wait long before she saw a young girl approach the spot where he lay.She seemed frightened at first,but only for a moment;then she fetched a number of people,and the mermaid saw that the prince came to life again,and smiled upon those who stood round him.But to her he sent no smile;he knew not that she had saved him.This made her very unhappy,and when he was led away into the great building,she dived down sorrowfully into the water,and returned to her father's castle.She had always been silent and thoughtful,and now she was more so than ever.Her sisters asked her what she had seen during her first visit to the surface of the water;but she would tell them nothing.Many an evening and morning did she rise to the place where she had left the prince.She saw the fruits in the garden ripen till they were gathered,the snow on the tops of the mountains melt away;but she never saw the prince,and therefore she returned home,always more sorrowful than before.It was her only comfort to sit in her own little garden,and fling her arm round the beautiful marble statue which was like the prince;but she gave up tending her flowers,and they grew in wild confusion over the paths,twining their long leaves and stems round the branches of the trees,so that the whole place became dark and gloomy.At length she could bear it no longer,and told one of her sisters all about it.Then the others heard the secret,and very soon it became known to two mermaids whose intimate friend happened to know who the prince was.She had also seen the festival on board ship,and she told them where the prince came from,and where his palace stood.
“Come,little sister,”said the other princesses;then they entwined their arms and rose up in a long row to the surface of the water,close by the spot where they knew the prince's palace stood.It was built of bright yellow shining stone,with long flights of marble steps,one of which reached quite down to the sea.Splendid gilded cupolas rose over the roof,and between the pillars that surrounded the whole building stood life-like statues of marble.Through the clear crystal of the lofty windows could be seen noble rooms,with costly silk curtains and hangings of tapestry;while the walls were covered with beautiful paintings which were a pleasure to look at.In the centre of the largest saloon a fountain threw its sparkling jets high up into the glass cupola of the ceiling,through which the sun shone down upon the water and upon the beautiful plants growing round the basin of the fountain.Now that she knew where he lived,she spent many an evening and many a night on the water near the palace.She would swim much nearer the shore than any of the others ventured to do;indeed once she went quite up the narrow channel under the marble balcony,which threw a broad shadow on the water.Here she would sit and watch the young prince,who thought himself quite alone in the bright moonlight.She saw him many times of an evening sailing in a pleasant boat,with music playing and flags waving.She peeped out from among the green rushes,and if the wind caught her long silvery-white veil,those who saw it believed it to be a swan,spreading out its wings.On many a night,too,when the fishermen,with their torches,were out at sea,she heard them relate so many good things about the doings of the young prince,that she was glad she had saved his life when he had been tossed about half-dead on the waves.And she remembered that his head had rested on her bosom,and how heartily she had kissed him;but he knew nothing of all this,and could not even dream of her.She grew more and more fond of human beings,and wished more and more to be able to wander about with those whose world seemed to be so much larger than her own.They could fly over the sea in ships,and mount the high hills which were far above the clouds;and the lands they possessed,their woods and their fields,stretched far away beyond the reach of her sight.There was so much that she wished to know,and her sisters were unable to answer all her questions.Then she applied to her old grandmother,who knew all about the upper world,which she very rightly called the lands above the sea.
“If human beings are not drowned,”asked the little mermaid,“can they live forever?do they never die as we do here in the sea?”
