“With the greatest pleasure,”said the nightingale,and began to sing most delightfully.
“It sounds like tiny glass bells,”said the lord-in-waiting,“and see how her little throat works.It is surprising that we have never heard this before;she will be a great success at court.”
“Shall I sing once more before the emperor?”asked the nightingale,who thought he was present.
“My excellent little nightingale,”said the courtier,“I have the great pleasure of inviting you to a court festival this evening,where you will gain imperial favor by your charming song.”
“My song sounds best in the green wood,”said the bird;but still she came willingly when she heard the emperor's wish.
The palace was elegantly decorated for the occasion.The walls and floors of porcelain glittered in the light of a thousand lamps.Beautiful flowers,round which little bells were tied,stood in the corridors:what with the running to and fro and the draught,these bells tinkled so loudly that no one could speak to be heard.In the centre of the great hall,a golden perch had been fixed for the nightingale to sit on.The whole court was present,and the little kitchen-maid had received permission to stand by the door.She was not installed as a real court cook.All were in full dress,and every eye was turned to the little gray bird when the emperor nodded to her to begin.The nightingale sang so sweetly that the tears came into the emperor's eyes,and then rolled down his cheeks,as her song became still more touching and went to every one's heart.The emperor was so delighted that he declared the nightingale should have his gold slipper to wear round her neck,but she declined the honor with thanks:she had been sufficiently rewarded already.“I have seen tears in an emperor's eyes,”she said,“that is my richest reward.An emperor's tears have wonderful power,and are quite sufficient honor for me;”and then she sang again more enchantingly than ever.
“That singing is a lovely gift;”said the ladies of the court to each other;and then they took water in their mouths to make them utter the gurgling sounds of the nightingale when they spoke to any one,so that they might fancy themselves nightingales.And the footmen and chambermaids also expressed their satisfaction,which is saying a great deal,for they are very difficult to please.In fact the nightingale's visit was most successful.She was now to remain at court,to have her own cage,with liberty to go out twice a day,and once during the night.Twelve servants were appointed to attend her on these occasions,who each held her by a silken string fastened to her leg.There was certainly not much pleasure in this kind of flying.
The whole city spoke of the wonderful bird,and when two people met,one said “nightin,”and the other said “gale,”and they understood what was meant,for nothing else was talked of.Eleven peddlers'children were named after her,but not of them could sing a note.
One day the emperor received a large packet on which was written “The Nightingale.”“Here is no doubt a new book about our celebrated bird,”said the emperor.But instead of a book,it was a work of art contained in a casket,an artificial nightingale made to look like a living one,and covered all over with diamonds,rubies,and sapphires.As soon as the artificial bird was wound up,it could sing like the real one,and could move its tail up and down,which sparkled with silver and gold.Round its neck hung a piece of ribbon,on which was written “The Emperor of Japan's nightingale is poor compared with that of the Emperor of China's.”
“This is very beautiful,”exclaimed all who saw it,and he who had brought the artificial bird received the title of “Imperial nightingale-bringer-in-chief.”
“Now they must sing together,”said the court,“and what a duet it will be.”But they did not get on well,for the real nightingale sang in its own natural way,but the artificial bird sang only waltzes.
“That is not a fault,”said the music-master,“it is quite perfect to my taste,”so then it had to sing alone,and was as successful as the real bird;besides,it was so much prettier to look at,for it sparkled like bracelets and breast-pins.Three and thirty times did it sing the same tunes without being tired;the people would gladly have heard it again,but the emperor said the living nightingale ought to sing something.But where was she?No one had noticed her when she flew out at the open window,back to her own green woods.
“What strange conduct,”said the emperor,when her flight had been discovered;and all the courtiers blamed her,and said she was a very ungrateful creature.
“But we have the best bird after all,”said one,and then they would have the bird sing again,although it was the thirty-fourth time they had listened to the same piece,and even then they had not learnt it,for it was rather difficult.But the music-master praised the bird in the highest degree,and even asserted that it was better than a real nightingale,not only in its dress and the beautiful diamonds,but also in its musical power.“For you must perceive,my chief lord and emperor,that with a real nightingale we can never tell what is going to be sung,but with this bird everything is settled.It can be opened and explained,so that people may understand how the waltzes are formed,and why one note follows upon another.”
“This is exactly what we think,”they all replied,and then the music-master received permission to exhibit the bird to the people on the following Sunday,and the emperor commanded that they should be present to hear it sing.When they heard it they were like people intoxicated;however it must have been with drinking tea,which is quite a Chinese custom.They all said “Oh!”and held up their forefingers and nodded,but a poor fisherman,who had heard the real nightingale,said,“it sounds prettily enough,and the melodies are all alike;yet there seems something wanting,I cannot exactly tell what.”
