“Heaven grant that I may dream how to save you,”she replied.And this thought took such hold upon her mind that she prayed earnestly to God for help,and even in her sleep she continued to pray.Then it appeared to her as if she were flying high in the air,towards the cloudy palace of the “Fata Morgana,”and a fairy came out to meet her,radiant and beautiful in appearance,and yet very much like the old woman who had given her berries in the wood,and who had told her of the swans with golden crowns on their heads.“Your brothers can be released,”said she,“if you have only courage and perseverance.True,water is softer than your own delicate hands,and yet it polishes stones into shapes;it feels no pain as your fingers would feel,it has no soul,and cannot suffer such agony and torment as you will have to endure.Do you see the stinging nettle which I hold in my hand?Quantities of the same sort grow round the cave in which you sleep,but none will be of any use to you unless they grow upon the graves in a churchyard.These you must gather even while they burn blisters on your hands.Break them to pieces with your hands and feet,and they will become flax,from which you must spin and weave eleven coats with long sleeves;if these are then thrown over the eleven swans,the spell will be broken.But remember,that from the moment you commence your task until it is finished,even should it occupy years of your life,you must not speak.The first word you utter will pierce through the hearts of your brothers like a deadly dagger.Their lives hang upon your tongue.Remember all I have told you.”And as she finished speaking,she touched her hand lightly with the nettle,and a pain,as of burning fire,awoke Eliza.
It was broad daylight,and close by where she had been sleeping lay a nettle like the one she had seen in her dream.She fell on her knees and offered her thanks to God.Then she went forth from the cave to begin her work with her delicate hands.She groped in amongst the ugly nettles,which burnt great blisters on her hands and arms,but she determined to bear it gladly if she could only release her dear brothers.So she bruised the nettles with her bare feet and spun the flax.At sunset her brothers returned and were very much frightened when they found her dumb.They believed it to be some new sorcery of their wicked step-mother.But when they saw her hands they understood what she was doing on their behalf,and the youngest brother wept,and where his tears fell the pain ceased,and the burning blisters vanished.She kept to her work all night,for she could not rest till she had released her dear brothers.During the whole of the following day,while her brothers were absent,she sat in solitude,but never before had the time flown so quickly.One coat was already finished and she had begun the second,when she heard the huntsman's horn,and was struck with fear.The sound came nearer and nearer,she heard the dogs barking,and fled with terror into the cave.She hastily bound together the nettles she had gathered into a bundle and sat upon them.Immediately a great dog came bounding towards her out of the ravine,and then another and another;they barked loudly,ran back,and then came again.In a very few minutes all the huntsmen stood before the cave,and the handsomest of them was the king of the country.He advanced towards her,for he had never seen a more beautiful maiden.
“How did you come here,my sweet child?”he asked.But Eliza shook her head.She dared not speak,at the cost of her brothers'lives.And she hid her hands under her apron,so that the king might not see how she must be suffering.
“Come with me,”he said;“here you cannot remain.If you are as good as you are beautiful,I will dress you in silk and velvet,I will place a golden crown upon your head,and you shall dwell,and rule,and make your home in my richest castle.”And then he lifted her on his horse.She wept and wrung her hands,but the king said,“I wish only for your happiness.A time will come when you will thank me for this.”And then he galloped away over the mountains,holding her before him on this horse,and the hunters followed behind them.As the sun went down,they approached a fair royal city,with churches,and cupolas.On arriving at the castle the king led her into marble halls,where large fountains played,and where the walls and the ceilings were covered with rich paintings.But she had no eyes for all these glorious sights,she could only mourn and weep.Patiently she allowed the women to array her in royal robes,to weave pearls in her hair,and draw soft gloves over her blistered fingers.As she stood before them in all her rich dress,she looked so dazzingly beautiful that the court bowed low in her presence.Then the king declared his intention of making her his bride,but the archbishop shook his head,and whispered that the fair young maiden was only a witch who had blinded the king's eyes and bewitched his heart.But the king would not listen to this;he ordered the music to sound,the daintiest dishes to be served,and the loveliest maidens to dance.After-wards he led her through fragrant gardens and lofty halls,but not a smile appeared on her lips or sparkled in her eyes.She looked the very picture of grief.Then the king opened the door of a little chamber in which she was to sleep;it was adorned with rich green tapestry,and resembled the cave in which he had found her.On the floor lay the bundle of flax which she had spun from the nettles,and under the ceiling hung the coat she had made.These things had been brought away from the cave as curiosities by one of the huntsmen.
“Here you can dream yourself back again in the old home in the cave,”said the king;“here is the work with which you employed yourself.It will amuse you now in the midst of all this splendor to think of that time.”
