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but their long beautiful hair waved no more in the wind； and had
been cut off。
〃We have given our hair to the witch；〃 said they； 〃to obtain
help for you； that you may not die to…night。 She has given us a knife：
here it is； see it is very sharp。 Before the sun rises you must plunge
it into the heart of the prince； when the warm blood falls upon your
feet they will grow together again； and form into a fish's tail； and
you will be once more a mermaid； and return to us to live out your
three hundred years before you die and change into the salt sea
foam。 Haste； then； he or you must die before sunrise。 Our old
grandmother moans so for you； that her white hair is falling off
from sorrow； as ours fell under the witch's scissors。 Kill the
prince and come back； hasten： do you not see the first red streaks
in the sky？ In a few minutes the sun will rise； and you must die。〃 And
then they sighed deeply and mournfully； and sank down beneath the
waves。
The little mermaid drew back the crimson curtain of the tent；
and beheld the fair bride with her head resting on the prince's
breast。 She bent down and kissed his fair brow； then looked at the sky
on which the rosy dawn grew brighter and brighter； then she glanced at
the sharp knife； and again fixed her eyes on the prince； who whispered
the name of his bride in his dreams。 She was in his thoughts； and
the knife trembled in the hand of the little mermaid： then she flung
it far away from her into the waves； the water turned red where it
fell； and the drops that spurted up looked like blood。 She cast one
more lingering； half…fainting glance at the prince； and then threw
herself from the ship into the sea； and thought her body was
dissolving into foam。 The sun rose above the waves； and his warm
rays fell on the cold foam of the little mermaid； who did not feel
as if she were dying。 She saw the bright sun； and all around her
floated hundreds of transparent beautiful beings； she could see
through them the white sails of the ship； and the red clouds in the
sky； their speech was melodious； but too ethereal to be heard by
mortal ears； as they were also unseen by mortal eyes。 The little
mermaid perceived that she had a body like theirs； and that she
continued to rise higher and higher out of the foam。 〃Where am I？〃
asked she； and her voice sounded ethereal； as the voice of those who
were with her； no earthly music could imitate it。
〃Among the daughters of the air；〃 answered one of them。 〃A mermaid
has not an immortal soul； nor can she obtain one unless she wins the
love of a human being。 On the power of another hangs her eternal
destiny。 But the daughters of the air； although they do not possess an
immortal soul； can； by their good deeds； procure one for themselves。
We fly to warm countries； and cool the sultry air that destroys
mankind with the pestilence。 We carry the perfume of the flowers to
spread health and restoration。 After we have striven for three hundred
years to all the good in our power； we receive an immortal soul and
take part in the happiness of mankind。 You； poor little mermaid；
have tried with your whole heart to do as we are doing； you have
suffered and endured and raised yourself to the spirit…world by your
good deeds； and now； by striving for three hundred years in the same
way； you may obtain an immortal soul。〃
The little mermaid lifted her glorified eyes towards the sun；
and felt them； for the first time； filling with tears。 On the ship； in
which she had left the prince； there were life and noise； she saw
him and his beautiful bride searching for her； sorrowfully they
gazed at the pearly foam； as if they knew she had thrown herself
into the waves。 Unseen she kissed the forehead of her bride； and
fanned the prince； and then mounted with the other children of the air
to a rosy cloud that floated through the aether。
〃After three hundred years； thus shall we float into the kingdom
of heaven；〃 said she。 〃And we may even get there sooner；〃 whispered
one of her companions。 〃Unseen we can enter the houses of men； where
there are children； and for every day on which we find a good child；
who is the joy of his parents and deserves their love； our time of
probation is shortened。 The child does not know； when we fly through
the room； that we smile with joy at his good conduct； for we can count
one year less of our three hundred years。 But when we see a naughty or
a wicked child； we shed tears of sorrow； and for every tear a day is
added to our time of trial！〃
THE END
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