Once upon a time, in a country of
mountains which bordered upon the sea, dwelt a rich merchant who had
three sons. The eldest and the second-born were his joy, for they
were merchants too, and remained at his side; but the youngest often
caused him much anxiety. Not that this youngest son was a wild or a
bad lad; but love of the sea and desire for adventure ran like fire
in his veins, and he could not bring himself to sit beside his
father and his brothers in the counting-house.
Weary at length of the constant reproaches of his kinsmen, he turned
away one night from his father's house and joined a ship as a common
sailor. Clad in sailor blue, wearing a little cap, a blouse open at
the throat, and trousers cut wide at the bottoms, the runaway lad
sailed over the sea to foreign lands and isles. And as the years
passed, one by one, and brought no tidings of him, his father and
his brothers gave him up for lost.
Now the King of the country in which the rich merchant and his son
dwelt loved rare gems and precious stones more than anything else in
the world. Hidden secretly away in the deep foundations of his
castle lay his treasure-room: it was circular in shape and built of
black marble, and at equal distance one from the other, along the
curving wall, stood a hundred statues of armed men, holding
ever-burning lights. A hundred coffers of green stone lay on the
floor, one at the base of each statue, each coffer piled high with
gems.
Night after night, when all was still, the King would descend to the
secret chamber, and throwing open the covers of the jewel-chests,
would gaze long and silently into the gleaming mass within.
One night the King led his neighbor, the Emperor of the Seven Isles,
to the jewel-room, and showed him his treasures.
"Are there fairer jewels to be found in the whole wide world?" said
the King proudly.
"They are indeed noble," replied the Emperor, nodding his gray head.
"But how happens it that the Emerald of the Sea is not among them?
The Emerald of the Sea is the most glorious jewel in the whole wide
world. Years ago a fisherman of the Land of the Dawn found it in a
strangely carved box which a storm had washed into his nets. I saw
it when I was but a young prince; it hung by a chain from the throat
of the Princess of the Dawn, and shone there as if the very secret
of the sea were hidden in its heart."
"Where is this emerald to be found?" asked the King, who was
consumed with the desire to add the jewel to his possessions. "Tell
me, that I may at once send an expedition in search of it."
"I have not heard of it for many a long year," replied the Emperor,
"but I think it is still in the Land of the Dawn."
So great was the King's impatience to become the owner of the
Emerald of the Sea, that he could scarcely wait for the morning. All
night long he slept not a wink for thinking of it, and hardly had
the red shield of the morning sun risen above the thin mists lying
at the edge of the sea and sky, when he sent for the rich merchant
to come to the palace at once.
Wondering much at the summons, the merchant made haste to the
palace, and was there taken instantly before the King. When the King
saw him, he said:--
"You are the greatest and richest merchant in my dominions. Know,
then, that I have a task worthy of you. In the Land of the Dawn
there is a jewel called the Emerald of the Sea; it is your task to
discover it and purchase it for me. To possess it, I would give all
the gold in my realm. Take heed that you return with it, for if you
fail me, my anger shall strike you down."
At these words the merchant bowed low, and replied that he would
that very day sail for the Land of the Dawn in his fastest ship.
Then, returning home, he gave orders that the best vessel in all his
fleets be immediately prepared for the journey; and so swiftly was
this done, that the merchant sailed for the Land of the Dawn on the
morning tide.
Many days and many leagues he sailed, over shining seas, till he
reached the harbor of the Land of the Dawn. Ships were entering and
ships were leaving the lovely mountain-circled bay. How the broad
sails tugged at their ropes as a steady wind filled their curving
white depths! How silver-clear shone the furrows of foam flowing
back from the onward-hurrying bows!
Making her way out toward the great, still mirror of the summer sea,
was a strange black vessel, with sails as red as fire.
The merchant anchored his ship in a quiet bay, and hastened ashore
to find the Lord Treasurer of the Kingdom. He found this nobleman at
ease on a balcony of his castle which overlooked the sea. Upon
hearing the merchant's story, the nobleman started with surprise,
and said:--
"You are just too late! At the command of my royal master, the
Prince of the Land of the Dawn, I sold the Emerald of the Sea only
an hour ago to the master of a strange vessel. See, there she is
now." And the Lord Treasurer pointed out over the sea to the black
ship with the red sails, which was just then disappearing over the
horizon.
Thankful that the other ship was still in sight, the merchant
hurried back to his own vessel and gave chase. Luckily for him,
there was a full moon that night, by which the shadowy hulk and the
swaying masts of the mysterious ship could be seen.
All the next day they sailed, but never an inch nearer to the other
vessel did they come, though the merchant loaded his ship with all
the canvas she could bear. Another night and another day found them
no nearer. Finally, late in the afternoon of the third day, a great
storm came sailing over the edge of the sea; a blast of wind struck
the merchant's ship, then a torrent of rain, and night came on just
as the storm was at its height.
When the daylight came again, the other ship had completely
disappeared; and though the worried merchant sailed here and sailed
there, never a sign of the stranger could he find. At last, with a
heavy heart, he gave up the quest and returned to his King with the
evil tidings.
The King, I hardly need say, was beside himself with rage and
disappointment. Scowling so terribly that his eyebrows almost met,
he cried to the merchant:--
"Wretch, through you I have lost the finest jewel in the world! If
you do not find it within a year, your life and your possessions
shall be forfeited to me."
On hearing these terrible words, the merchant turned pale, for he
had no more idea where the Emerald of the Sea was to be found than
had a new-born child. His two sons, however, when they had heard his
story, bade him not to despair, and declared that they would that
very night go forth and seek the emerald through the world.
Now, because the poor merchant could not bear to be left quite
alone, it was finally agreed that only the eldest son should go in
search of the jewel, while the second-born should remain at home.
This, of course, was much against the will of the second son;
nevertheless, so it was arranged.
And so the eldest son sailed away. The days lengthened into weeks,
the weeks into months, the months into a year, yet the eldest son
did not return. A guard of soldiers led the unhappy merchant before
the King.
"Well, have you found the Emerald of the Sea?" said the King.
"No," replied the merchant, hopelessly. And now all would certainly
have been over with the poor merchant, had not his second son begged
and pleaded with the King for a year of respite in which he, too,
might search for the emerald through the world. Though at first
unwilling, the King at length yielded to the plea, but exacted one
half of the merchant's possessions as a forfeit.
And so the second son sailed away. Days lengthened into weeks, weeks
lengthened into months, the months into a year, yet the second son
did not return. Cruel storms wrecked so many of the merchant's ships
that he lost the other half of his possessions, and was forced to
take refuge in a miserable cottage by the marshes beyond the town.
On the last night of the year granted to him by the King, the
unhappy man sat in his poor house by a crumbling driftwood fire,
listening to the surf breaking on the beach that edged the marsh.
Far away, he heard the bells of the royal city sound the midnight
hour. Neither the eldest son nor the second-born had returned. The
second year of respite was at an end; nothing now could stay the
anger of the King.
Suddenly there came a vigorous rat-tat-tat on the door.
"I am lost," murmured the poor merchant to himself. "The King's
soldiers are already at the door." And advancing unsteadily across
the room, he threw the door open wide.
A gust of wind from the sea blew in, which bent back the flame of
the taper in his hand, and then across the threshold stepped the
youngest son. He was still a sailor and clad in sailor blue, and
there was a cutlass in his belt. So shaken with joy was the merchant
that for some time he could not utter a word, but merely clung to
the strong shoulders of the young seaman.
As for the sailor son, he managed to let his father know that he had
returned from distant lands only that very evening, and had just
heard of the disasters which had overtaken his family.
As they talked, steps were heard outside; and then, without waiting
to knock, a sergeant of the King's guard forced open the door, and,
followed by a handful of soldiers, entered the wretched room and
took the merchant and his son prisoners. They spent the night on the
straw in the royal dungeons, and in the morning were led before the
King.
On seeing the merchant, the irate King scowled more angrily than
ever,--for the loss of the Emerald of the Sea had never ceased from
troubling him,--and said:--
"Well, have you found the Emerald of the Sea?"
"No," said the poor merchant.
"Summon the executioner!" cried the King.
And now the poor man would certainly have bade farewell to earth,
had not the youngest son, like his brothers, interceded with the
King.
At first the King would hear not a word of it, and called to his
guard to take the prisoners instantly away; but it being whispered
that the sailor, although not much more than a lad, had once fought
bravely and been sorely wounded in the royal service, he at length
gave ear to the youngest son's prayer and said:--
"Yes, you shall have another year. But know that this year shall be
the last. If you do not return with the Emerald of the Sea within a
twelvemonth, nothing shall save you. I have spoken."
And thus the sailor son went in search of the Emerald. What happened
to him upon his search, in what situation he discovered his
brothers, and how he visited the City under the Sea, you shall
shortly hear.
Now the youngest son had a little boat of his own. It was so small
that, when the wind no longer filled its sails, it could be rowed
along, and in this boat the sailor lad began his voyage. From harbor
to harbor, from nation to nation, he sailed, but never a soul he
found who could tell him aught of the strange black ship with the
fiery sails or the lost Emerald of the Sea. Even the people of the
Land of the Dawn could tell him only that the gem had been sold to
an unknown prince.
Presently the winter of the year overtook him, and in one of the
sudden storms that heralded the coming of the cold, his little boat
went ashore on a rocky coast, and was soon pounded to pieces by the
breakers. Thrown into the sea during the wreck, the sailor was
himself so tossed and trampled by the waves that he reached the
shore far more dead than alive. Indeed, had it not been for a poor
fisherman and his wife, there would have been no more story to tell.
These good people, I am glad to say, rescued the sailor from the
fury of the waters and nursed him back to health and strength again.
When his strength was quite restored, the sailor told this good
couple the story of how he had gone forth to seek through the wide
world the Emerald of the Sea.
"But my poor lad," said the kind fisherman, "the Emerald of the Sea
has vanished forever from mortal eyes."
"What! You know of the emerald?" cried the sailor.
"Alas, yes," replied the fisherman. "Two years ago the Prince of the
Unknown Isles sent the finest vessel in his fleet to the Land of the
Dawn to buy the jewel. A beautiful ship was she, with a hull as
black as night and sails as red as fire. My brother and I sailed in
her crew. The jewel was taken aboard. Our brave ship set sail for
the Unknown Isles. Hardly were we three days out of the sight of
land, when a storm overtook us and sank the vessel. I chanced to be
tossed in the water near a great fragment of the mast, and clung to
this until a passing vessel found me. Of all aboard, I alone
survived. Forty fathoms deep lies the Emerald of the Sea, never more
to be seen but by the dumb creatures of the waters."
At these tidings the brave sailor's heart became like ice;
nevertheless, he cried:--
"Alas, good friend, I know that what you say is true, yet shall I
not despair; for, come what will, I must save my father!"
Hearing this, the fisherman's wife, a quiet, good body who had had
little to say, whispered that it would be well first to consult the
Witch of the Sands.
"The Witch of the Sands? Who is she and where can I find her?" cried
the sailor.
"The Witch of the Sands dwells a hundred leagues from here," replied
the fisherman's wife. "All the mysteries of the waters are in her
keeping and she has an answer for them all. You must go to her and
ask her to help you."
So the sailor thanked the good fisherman and his wife, and set out
to walk the hundred leagues to the house of the Witch of the Sands.
His path lay along a desolate and lonely shore, on whose rocky
beaches the wooden bones of old wrecks lay rotting, half buried in
stones and weed. Just as the third day's sun was sinking in the
shining waters, the sailor arrived at the Witch's dwelling.
The Witch made her home in a deserted old ship, which a storm of
long ago had cast far up the sands. As for the Witch herself, she
was a woman so old that the sailor thought she surely must have been
living when the moon and the stars were made. A fringe of sea-shells
circled the crown of her high hat, and round her wrists were
bracelets of pearly periwinkles.
Just as the sailor approached the Witch's door, a young fur seal,
who had been basking in a little pool left along the beach by the
tide, hastened out of his puddle, and running swiftly toward him on
his flappers, nuzzled his hand with his sleek, wet head, just like a
young dog.
"Down, Neptune, down!" cried the witch shrilly.
"Good evening, madam," said the sailor in his politest manner.
"You are the third person who has come here to ask me the question
you are going to ask," screamed the Witch of the Sands, whose magic
powers had revealed to her the reason of the sailor's coming. "I
know you! You are the youngest son. Your two brothers have been here
to ask me the way under the sea, and I told them; but bless me, they
have n't come back yet. Just like young men to forget an old woman's
warning. I've a good mind not to tell you the way to the
under-waters; indeed, I would n't if you were n't a sailor and a
child of the sea. Yes, I can show you the road to under the sea; but
you must not ask me about the emerald, because I don't know where it
is myself. It was in the Land of the Dawn, and that's the last I
heard of it! When you do get to the under-waters, don't forget that.
You'll have to hurry back like the wind, for the year which the King
gave your father is almost gone. Don't ask me questions! I know you
are going to ask one, because I'm not a man; and I know what you are
going to ask, because I'm a witch."
And the strange old lady laughed and, putting her hands on her
waist, swayed so violently from side to side that the sea-shells on
her hat rattled and clicked. Then, after a pause to gather breath,
she continued: "Before you can go down into the waters, I shall have
to give you an enchanted ring. Mind you bring it back, for there are
only three of them in the whole wide world, and your brothers have
the other two. Goodness me, but I don't know why I let them take my
magic rings. Now that I come to think of it, I don't know as I shall
let you take my ring. However, it has been on my mind for some time
to tell the King of the City under the Sea that he's been telling
the tide to come altogether too near my ship. You can take the ring
if you will promise to deliver my message. Promise!"
There was a pause, and the sailor, who had listened to the Witch's
every word, solemnly promised to carry her message to the King under
the Sea. He was just about to ask a question or two, when the Witch
of the Sands, drawing another long, long breath, cried out again:--
"Don't ask questions! I've told you once and I've told you twice,
and I'll tell you as many times as there are drops of water in the
sea! The path to the City under the Sea begins a hundred leagues to
the north; in the high cliffs there, when the tide is low, you'll
find the mouth of a great cave; walk down this cave, and down and
down and down, till you feel water rising round your feet. Then put
on my ring and walk boldly ahead. In a little while you will see the
city shining in the waters. Once there, seek out the King and tell
him of your quest. But on no account" (and here the Witch solemnly
turned round three times) "eat or drink anything offered to you
while you are in the under-waters. If you do, you will forget
everything of your past life, your father, your quest, and the
Emerald of the Sea. Let one drop pass your lips, and you will spend
the rest of your life under the waves. Here is the enchanted ring.
Put it in your pocket."
With these words, the Witch took from a little leather purse a
simple golden ring and handed it to the youngest son, who put the
ring in his pocket, thanked the Witch, and set off for the cavern,
which led to the City under the Sea. You may be sure it did not take
him very long to find it. After feeling carefully in his pocket to
see if the ring was still safe, the sailor plunged on into the
winding cave. In a short time, the roar of the breakers on the
beach, which had been loud at the mouth of the cavern, began to fade
and grow faint, and the tunnel grew dark and cold. Feeling for the
wall of the passage with one hand, the youngest son advanced into
the blackness. Creatures of the sea, with round shining eyes, stared
at him from shallow pools, and now and then his hand, running along
the wall, would touch and shake from its place a starfish or great
snail.
Down and down and down went the sailor. Presently he heard the
lapping of wavelets in the darkness, and a few minutes after, he
felt himself advancing into deepening water. Stopping for an
instant, he put on the golden ring. Then, walking on again, he felt
the water rise from his ankles to his waist, and from his waist to
his throat. One step more, and the water closed over his head.
Once under the waves, the sailor hesitated, uncertain as to which
way to turn. Little by little, however, his eyes grew accustomed to
the touch of the water, and he saw, lying on the bottom a few feet
ahead of him, a small ball glowing with a pale phosphorescent light.
Stooping to touch this strange object, the sailor discovered it to
be a small round sea-plant which had anchored itself to a stone, and
presently he discovered that this light was but one of thousands
which together formed a long straight line across the level floor of
the sea. Rightly imagining these lights to be signs of a sea-world
road, the sailor advanced along them. A slow walk of ten long
leagues brought him to the gate of the City under the Sea.
There was very little light there, save for that which came through
the waters from the world above, and this was but a faint, pale
green glow, which lay, more like a shadow than a light on the roofs
and tower-tops of the submerged town.
The sailor walked unchallenged through the gate, and found himself
in the great street of the city. Along the broad avenue grew giant
sea-plants with brown leaves, set out in rows like trees; and
through the foliage which moved heavily in the currents, little fish
darted like birds. Many people walked slowly to and fro--strange
people of the sea, all dressed alike in tight-fitting garments of
shining, fish-like scales.
The sailor looked into their faces and saw that a broad golden ring
encircled the pupils of their eyes. Suddenly two men of the sea,
distinguished from the others by swords of red stone, moved through
the water, and seizing the sailor in their webbed hands, hurried him
before the King of the Under-Waters.
On a coral throne, in a great hall roofed with a high circular dome,
sat the King. The flowing waters within were bright, and a queer,
pale green light pierced through the hall from a kind of fountain of
light in the centre of the floor under the dome. Approaching this
shining fountain, the sailor discovered it to be a mass of glowing
sea-creatures, living flowers of the deep, which, even as he looked,
stirred their mysterious petals.
"Welcome, Wearer of the Enchanted Ring," said the King, staring hard
at the sailor with his large golden eyes. "You come at a fortunate
time. This very evening we celebrate the wedding of the second of my
three daughters with the mortal wearer of the second ring. Stand you
upon the steps of the throne, for they are coming at once. Let the
trumpets sound!"
At this command, two youths of the sea lifted huge conch-shells to
their mouths and sounded them.
Great doors instantly opened wide, and a gorgeous procession
entered. First, appeared a dozen pages; then, in walked the Sea
King's second daughter, hand in hand with a merry young man, in whom
the sailor recognized his second oldest brother.
Presently the conch-shells sounded again.
"The Prince and the Princess!" cried a voice.
The King leaned over from his throne and whispered in the sailor's
ear:--
"My eldest daughter and her husband. They were married just a year
ago. The Prince is a youth of the world above, and wears the first
of the enchanted rings."
Now entered the eldest Princess of the Sea, walking by the side of
her husband. And in the husband the young sailor beheld the elder of
his two brothers. And though the young sailor stretched out his arms
to them, neither of his brothers remembered him, for while faint and
hungry, they had forgotten the warning of the Witch of the Sands and
had eaten of the bread of the under-world. Thus had the memory of
the world above, the lost emerald, and their father's plight faded
away.
The conches sounded a third time.
"Come to the wedding banquet," cried the King. "You shall sit beside
my youngest daughter."
And now the sailor lad, willy nilly, was hurried into the banquet
hall, and seated at the royal table beside the King's youngest
daughter. And she was quite the most beautiful of all the three.
Noticing that the youngest son touched no food, she said to him:--
"Why do you refuse to taste of the wedding banquet?"
"Princess," replied the sailor, "I have come to the Under-Waters to
seek the Emerald of the Sea; for if I return to my own country
without it, my father's life will be forfeited. Would you have me
forget?"
"But you will never find the Emerald of the Sea!" cried the
Princess.
"Never find the Emerald of the Sea! What do you mean?" said the
sailor anxiously.
"The Emerald of the Sea has disappeared," continued the little
Princess, fixing the sailor with her golden eyes. "Years ago it was
stolen from my father's treasury by a wicked Prince of the
Under-Waters. My father pursued him and overthrew him, but in the
struggle the emerald was lost, and rising to the surface, drifted to
the shores of the Land of the Dawn. There it remained till the
Prince of the Unknown Isles purchased it and took it away in his
black ship. This ship, overcome by a storm, sank; but where it lies
we know not, though we have searched far and wide through the
waters. Whosoever finds it shall be master of the land under the
sea, for the emerald is master of us all. My father will not lift a
finger to help you find it; indeed, if he knows that you are in
search of it, he will force you to eat of the bread of the
under-waters. Say nothing, therefore, of your quest."
At these words, the brave sailor's heart sank very low. Mindful of
the Witch's warning, he dared touch no morsel of food, yet he knew
that hunger would soon bring weakness in its train. Either he must
find the emerald at once, or he must abandon all hope of finding it.
He could not live long if he touched no food, and if but one morsel
touched his lips he would forget the upper world.
Far away, the poor merchant, whom the King had now cast in prison,
watched the days pass one by one, and the last year approach its
end. Every morning he would ask for tidings of his sailor son, and
ask in vain.
Now, when the wedding banquet was over, and the ball which followed
was at its height, the eldest of the princesses called her sister,
the bride, aside and said to her:--
"We must rid ourselves at once of this newcomer. Do you not see that
he is the younger brother of our husbands? I beheld him stretch out
his arms to them as they passed. Who can tell but that he may lead
them away from us? Let us tell our servants to lie in wait for him
and deliver us from such a danger."
So said the eldest sister, of the golden eyes. Alas, I fear that the
people of the under-waters are sometimes quite as shocking as those
of the world above.
Later that evening, just as the poor sailor was standing by one of
the great doors, a dozen or so stout rogues in the service of the
eldest sister fell upon him, bound him with cords, and dragged him
through the water to the royal stables.
Now the people of the under-waters, having no horses,--for sea
horses are but tiny creatures,--had tamed great dolphins to carry
them about. A hundred of these monsters, each with a bronze ring in
his nose, were ranged along the sides of the stables, and on the
fiercest and angriest of them all, the Princess's servants tied the
sailor. How the great fish, fastened to a bar by a chain and his
nose-ring, pulled, rolled, swerved aside, and thrashed his tail! But
all his twistings were of no avail, for the poor sailor lad was soon
fastened to his back with a rope of seaweed. Then the creature was
released from his chain, given a blow on the side with a whip of
shark-skin, and turned into the wilds of the under-waters.
For half an hour, the fish, frightened at his burden, fled at
lightning speed over the roofs of the city, and sped on into the
lonely plain. Then, ceasing his mad flight, he tried again to shake
himself free of the sailor. He turned, he leaped, he dived, but all
in vain, for the sailor was securely fastened to his back. Terrified
anew, with a swift motion of his great fins, he shot violently to
one side and rushed on and on into the dark. All that long night he
fled. Toward the morning of the next day, however, the sailor
managed to work one arm free, and draw the cutlass from his waist.
With this he made short work of his bonds and rolled off the fish's
back. The great animal, delivered of the weight which had lain upon
it, rose on the tip of its tail and shot madly toward the surface,
and the sailor tumbled through the waters to the bottom.
Weak and hungry, the poor young seaman gazed about in the
half-gloom, and found himself on the lower slopes of a sunken
mountain rising from the ocean floor. In no direction could he find
a sign of the City under the Sea. Hoping, however, to see better
from the mountain's top, he decided to climb it. Strange plants and
shells lay in the crevices of the weedy rocks, schools of bright
fish fled past him like living arrows, and huge crabs scuttled away
as he appeared. Suddenly, lying on her side in a little ravine of
the mountain, he saw a ship--the black ship of the Emerald of the
Sea! Weary and weak though he was, it took the sailor but a moment
to clamber aboard, and hurry past the broken masts into the
captain's cabin. A steady, green radiance shone in one corner of the
weedy room, and hastening toward it, the sailor found, at last, the
Emerald of the Sea. The box which had enclosed it had rotted away
and fallen apart.
"Victory!" cried the sailor, "victory! The emerald is mine at last,
and I shall save my father."
He took the great jewel from the broken box and rested it in the cup
of his two hands. How it glowed on the pale flesh! Then, thrusting
it into a pocket and holding onto it with one hand, he hurried out
again to the mountainside.
In the world above, it was high noon, and the level rays of the sun
beat deep into the green waters. So bright had the slope become,
that the sailor lad felt sure that he could not be far from the
surface of the waves. Moreover, if the mountain-top rose above the
waters, it would form an island in the upper world. And so, indeed,
it was. Climbing on toward the top of the mountain, the sailor first
scaled a steep cliff, and at the top of this he found a gentle slope
of sand. The sun's rays now illumined the water so brightly that the
air seemed only a little distance away. Presently a beach-crab ran
nimbly away from beneath the sailor's feet. The water grew very much
warmer. The shore was at hand! A few steps more, and the youngest
son emerged on the beach of a beautiful isle.
Half-blinded by the sun, he walked toward the dry land. There he
found some delicious fruits growing, and a rippling brook of crystal
water. He ate and drank, and his strength returned.
Himself again, the sailor took the Emerald of the Sea in his hands,
and cried,--
"By the power of the Emerald of the Sea, I summon here the two elder
princesses of the under-waters, and my two brothers, their
husbands!"
There was a sound of far thunder under the clear blue sky, and a
moment later, four heads rose out of the waters, and shaking the
salt spray from their eyes, the princesses and the brothers walked
through the shallows to where the sailor was standing. Now, the
princesses were very much frightened when they beheld the sailor
holding the all-powerful emerald, and falling on their knees before
him, begged him to forgive their misdeeds, and not to take away
their loved ones. Tears fell from their golden eyes, and mingled
with the drops of the salt ocean still coursing down their black
scales. As for the brothers, they would have hurled themselves upon
the sailor, had not the magic force of the emerald prevented their
approach.
"Be merciful and forgive," said the younger of the sisters. "After
all, had we not caused you to be spirited away, you never would have
found the emerald."
"Yes, that is true," said the sailor. "My brothers shall decide for
themselves. Break, then, the spell which binds them to the
under-waters, restore to them their memory of the past, and if then
they choose to remain, I shall not try to lead them away. Reverse
the spell!"
"That is easily done," said the elder sister. "Let them but
touch the food or drink of the upper world and their memory will
return."
And in less time than it takes to tell it, the sisters offered the
enchanted brothers water from the rivulet. When they had drunk of
it, both the brothers became pale as death, their eyes opened wide,
and they stared as strangely as men suddenly waked from sleep. Then,
seeing their younger brother, they ran to him and threw their arms
about him, and asked a thousand questions about their father and the
quest of the emerald.
The golden-eyed brides watched them with sad faces, and finally
broke into quiet tears. Imagine their joy, when their husbands
returned to them and bade them be of good cheer.
Thus was true love found to be mightier than the mightiest spell.
Now, when the princesses of the sea had dried their tears, the
sailor and his brothers took counsel as to how the Emerald of the
Sea might be brought to the King in time to save their father's
life. You may judge of the sailor's horror when he discovered that
because of a bad error in the calendars and clocks of Sixes and
Sevens (a city he had visited in his search for the emerald), the
life of his father had been forfeited to the King three days before!
But now we must return to the poor merchant himself.
All the third year the poor man had lain in a small cell in the
royal dungeons, waiting anxiously, oh, so anxiously, to hear the
quick step of the sailor son on the winding stairs just outside his
prison door. But the year came to an end, as you know, without his
return. For the third and last time, the castle guards led the poor
man before the King. Now the King had never forgiven the merchant
for the loss of the jewel; his chagrin, indeed, had increased with
the years, and he was very glad that he could at last take his
revenge.
"Have you found the Emerald of the Sea?" said the King, harshly. He
stood erect on the steps of his judgment-seat, arms folded, eyes
fixed in a fierce, black frown.
"No," said the merchant quietly.
"Then you shall seek for it yourself," cried the King. And he gave
orders that the merchant be tied hand and foot, and tossed into a
little boat without food or drink, and then sent adrift to die
helplessly in the lonely seas. And so this awful sentence was
carried out.
Bound hand and foot, scarce able to roll from side to side, the
merchant lay motionless in his little craft and stared up at the
blue sky. Presently a merciful sleep overcame him, and while he
slept, a wind arose which swept the little boat along with it.
Meanwhile, on the beautiful island, the sailor and his companions,
stunned at their discovery, began preparations to return to the
under-waters. Just as the twilight fell, all walked together to the
margin of the darkening sea, and advanced into the waves.
Suddenly, the sailor, whose eyes were the keenest, saw a little boat
rapidly drifting ashore. Now caught in a current of the shallow
beach, it drifted sideways; now propelled by the rising tide, it
floated on, bow pointed to the shore. The sailor hurried toward it
and seized it. Suddenly he uttered a ringing cry! The old merchant
lay on the floor of the boat. He still lived, for they could see him
gently breathing. Lifting him up tenderly, the three sons carried
him to the shore, unloosed his bonds, and brought him back to life.
Now when the merchant was himself again, the sailor, through the
power of the emerald, caused the waves to carry a great ship to the
island, and on this ship the three sons, the two princesses, and the
old merchant returned to the merchant's country. All landed
secretly, however, for they knew that the angry King would seize
them if he knew of their return. And so it came to pass that, one
night, shortly after the homecoming, word was brought to the sailor
that the King had heard of the merchant's escape and was sending
guards to arrest the merchant and his companions.
It was almost midnight when the sailor lad received the warning.
Taking the emerald with him, he advanced to a window by the ocean,
and cried out over the moonlit waters,--
"Waters of the Sea, rise and overwhelm the palace of the King!"
Now the King's palace stood apart by itself on a tongue of land
running far out into the tide, and soon the rising waters were
flowing over the marble floors and pouring in through the windows.
One by one, the lights in the thousand rooms, touched by the waves,
hissed, sputtered, and expired. The servants of the palace, one and
all, ran away pell-mell, and left the dark castle to its fate.
Little by little the advancing water crept from the walls to the
balconies, from the balconies to the towers, and from the foot of
the towers to their very tops. Finally, all the moon could see as it
shone upon the flood was the weather-vane of the highest turret of
all. You should have seen the little waves ripple and break about
it! And finally, even the weather-vane disappeared under the black
waves.
Locked in his secret treasure-room, opening the jewel coffers one
after the other, the King remained quite ignorant of the disaster.
For some time no sound reached him in his hidden retreat, because
the door of the treasure-room was very thick and strong. Suddenly he
heard behind him the sound of falling water, and turning toward the
door, beheld streams of water gushing through the passages between
the door and its frame. Horror-struck, he watched the door burst
from its locks and hinges; a roaring cascade of cold sea-water came
pouring in the room, and a moment later the whole castle crumbled
and fell to pieces.
Now, when the King had met his deserts, the people of the country,
who greatly respected the merchant, offered him the crown; but he
refused it and conferred it on his two elder sons. Thus it came to
pass that the country had two kings. Each brother in turn reigned
for six months of every year, and spent the other six under the sea
with the golden-eyed people of the waters.
As for the sailor lad, he sailed the sea for many years, and finally
married a pretty niece of the Witch of the Sands. Then, like all
sailors, he went to the country to live. His house is built of gray
stone, ivy climbs over it, and apple orchards lie beneath its
windows.
And the all lived happily ever after.