Part 10 (1/2)
The baby-princess when she saw her darling doll falling into the water began to wail, and tears came into her eyes. Then her nurse knelt before her, and saw in those tears her own wedding. So happy was she over this sight that she jumped up and began to caper about, heeding not the sobs of the poor little Princess.
But King Theophile heard them and came out with a face of thunder.
”Woman,” he cried, ”why do you dance when a princess weeps?”
Then the nurse came to her senses and grew gray with fear. She tried to mutter some excuse, but King Theophile dismissed her on the spot and gathering up his baby into his arms, took her into the nursery, and wiped away her tears. Yet her sobs did not cease and she was too little to tell him of her woe.
The nurse, though she left the King's service, did marry immediately; and began to whisper how she had seen her wedding in the tears of the Princess Elene, which word was to work out cruelly for the royal child.
From that day on those about her, though they loved her dearly, could not refrain from trying their fortune in her tears. As she grew older and more understanding it was a difficult matter to know how to make her cry without incurring suspicion.
But even a wrong will finds its way, and little Elene grew up wondering why people were so unkind to her; and why there was so much sadness in the world, for when all else failed the minstrels could make her weep by singing of ”old, unhappy far-off things, and battles long-ago.”
King Theophile did not know of these troubles of his little daughter, for she had learned early that her tears hurt him, so she concealed them from him. All his joy was now in her, for she was the very image of her dead mother, and beautiful as a dawn of May day. When she danced she was like the light that ripples over the flowers; when she sang the souls of all young birds seemed to float on her voice.
The fame of her beauty went through many kingdoms, and with the legend of her loveliness was told the strange tale of her magic tears.
Now three young princes from three great States, fell ardently in love with Elene from the mere breath of the rumor of her charms. The first was Prince Tristan, the second Prince Martin, the third Prince Lorenzo; and both Prince Tristan and Prince Martin were sure of winning.
But Prince Lorenzo was not at all sure, because he had lost much in his short life, and knew that love is like the wind that comes and goes; like the fire that leaps into the night and is seen no more; like the star that flashes across the dark zenith and then vanishes.
One May morning the three Princes arrived to try their fortunes and to sue for the hand of the Princess Elene. Prince Tristan, who was straight and handsome, put on his best white satin doublet and stuck a rose behind his ear. Prince Martin put on glittering armor like a knight going to battle; but Prince Lorenzo was so consumed with love that he thought not at all of what he wore.
King Theophile himself led them into the presence of the Princess Elene, who was clad in a silk robe that s.h.i.+mmered like a rainbow, and who looked so beautiful that for an instant Prince Lorenzo put his hand before his eyes. The two other princes gazed straight at the lady; then made grand sweeping bows.
”May I tell you,” said Prince Tristan, holding out his rose, ”that you are the most beautiful princess I have ever seen?”
”May I tell you,” said Prince Martin, ”that your eyes are like stars?”
Prince Lorenzo remained mute because his heart was too full for speech, and King Theophile looked coldly upon him; but the Princess Elene gazed at him until he blushed. Then she seated herself on her throne and bade the princes speak to her of what pleased them best.
Prince Tristan began at once to tell her of his hunting exploits, and what joy he took in the chase. But the Princess's face grew colder and colder as she listened, for she loved all living things, and could not bear to see any of them hurt. Tristan did not observe this, for like all vain people, he was thinking of his own charms, and so was unaware of the effect he was producing.
He finished with a flourish, and Prince Martin stumbled in on the last words, so eager was he to render in his turn a glowing account of all his fine deeds. These were not few, for he was a brave lad, so for an hour he discoursed upon tourneys and battles; nor did he observe that the Princess Elene grew pale--and trembled, for her mother's sorrow over war lived again in her heart.
To her relief he came at last to the end of his recital; then with a sigh Elene turned her beautiful eyes upon Prince Lorenzo. ”And what have you to tell me, my Prince?”
For answer he said to a page, ”Give me thy harp”; and when it was delivered to him he struck the strings and sang:
”In the hour of the white moths flying Beneath the great gray moon, My sad heart was a-sighing Lest love should come too soon.
”In the hour of the dawn-birds flying Each to his feathery mate, My sad heart was a-sighing Lest love should come too late.
”Thy spirit heard my voicing, And bade me cease from fears, And follow thee, rejoicing, Beyond all time and tears.”
”It is a beautiful song,” said the Princess. ”And it would be sweet to follow someone beyond time and tears.”
Then Prince Tristan and Prince Martin looked enviously at Prince Lorenzo; and Prince Martin said contemptuously, ”I did not know that thou wert a minstrel.”
”Thou mayst yet discover that I am a shoemaker,” returned Lorenzo. ”Also, if there were no carpenters in the world we should all be houseless. A carpenter may, indeed, be of more use than a princeling.”
Tristan looked at Elene to see how she bore the shock of hearing such people mentioned as carpenters and shoemakers; but she was smiling as if Lorenzo's words pleased her.