DANSK

Klokkeblomst (Rapuntzel)

ENGLISH

Rapunzel


For mange år siden levede der en mand og en kone, som så længe havde ønsket sig et lille barn, men intet fået. Endelig lod det til, at den gode Gud ville opfylde deres ønske. På bagsiden af huset var der et lille vindue, hvorfra man kunne se ind i en dejlig have, hvor der voksede de smukkeste blomster og urter, man kunne tænke sig. Den var omgivet af en høj mur, og ingen turde gå derind, fordi den tilhørte en mægtig heks, der var frygtet hele landet over. En dag stod konen ved vinduet og så ned i haven. Hun fik øje på et bed, hvor der voksede de dejligste klokkeblomster, og de så så friske ud, at hendes tænder ordentlig løb i vand efter dem. For hver dag, der gik, fik hun mere og mere lyst til dem, og da hun vidste, at hun ikke kunne få nogle af dem, tabte hun rent humøret og kom til at se bleg og dårlig ud. Manden blev forskrækket og spurgte: "Hvad er der dog i vejen med dig, lille kone?" - "Jeg får ikke fred, før du skaffer mig nogle af de klokkeblomster inde fra haven," sagde hun og sukkede dybt. Manden syntes, det var synd for hende, og om aftenen kravlede han over muren ind i heksens have, plukkede i en fart en håndfuld klokkeblomster og slap lykkelig og vel ind til sin kone igen. Hun lavede straks salat af dem og spiste den med stor grådighed. Den havde imidlertid smagt hende så godt, at hun var dobbelt så lækkersulten dagen efter. "Hvis du ikke skaffer mig nogle flere klokkeblomster, dør jeg," sagde hun til sin mand. "Jeg kan da ikke se på, at min kone dør, uden at vove noget for at frelse hende," tænkte manden. Om aftenen klatrede han igen over muren. Men han blev meget forfærdet, da han så heksen stå for sig. "Hvor tør du liste dig ind i min have som en tyv og stjæle mine klokkeblomster," sagde hun rasende, "det skal komme dig dyrt til at stå." - "Hav barmhjertighed med mig," sagde manden ydmyg. "Det er kun den yderste nød, der har drevet mig dertil. Min kone har fået så stor lyst til klokkeblomsterne, at hun dør, hvis hun ikke får nogle af dem." Heksen blev formildet og sagde til ham.: "Når det hænger sådan sammen, vil jeg give dig lov til at plukke så mange klokkeblomster, du vil. Jeg stiller kun en betingelse og det er den, at du giver mig det barn, din kone føder. Jeg skal være en mor for det, og det skal få det rigtig godt." Den stakkels mand var så bange, at han sagde ja til alting, og så snart barnet var født, kom heksen, kaldte det Klokkeblomst, og tog det med sig.

Klokkeblomst var det dejligste barn under solen. Da hun var tolv år gammel, lukkede heksen hende inde i et tårn, der lå ude i skoven, og hverken havde dør eller trappe, men kun et lille vindue helt oppe. Klokkeblomst havde et dejligt langt hår, der var så fint som spundet guld. Når heksen ville ind, stillede hun sig nedenfor tårnet og råbte:

"Klokkeblomst, Klokkeblomst,
lad dit hår falde ned."

Pigen viklede da en af sine fletninger fast om vindueskrogen og hejsede den ud af vinduet. Den nåede tyve alen ned, og heksen klatrede så op i den.

Et par år efter red kongens søn en dag gennem skoven og kom forbi tårnet. Han hørte nogen synge så dejligt, at han holdt stille og lyttede. Det var Klokkeblomst, der i sin ensomhed søgte at fordrive tiden med at synge. Kongesønnen ville gå op til hende og søgte efter en indgang til tårnet, men kunne ingen finde. Han red så hjem igen, men sangen havde gjort så dybt indtryk på ham, at han hver dag red ud i skoven og lyttede til den. En gang, da han var derude, så han heksen komme hen til tårnet og hørte hende sige:

"Klokkeblomst, Klokkeblomst,
lad dit hår falde ned."

Klokkeblomst lod fletningerne hænge ned, og heksen klatrede op til hende. "Jeg vil også en gang forsøge min lykke på den stige," tænkte kongesønnen, og den næste aften gik han ud til tårnet og råbte:

"Klokkeblomst, Klokkeblomst,
lad dit hår falde ned."

Fletningen kom straks ud af vinduet, og kongesønnen klatrede op.

Klokkeblomst blev først meget forskrækket, da hun så en vildfremmed mand, men kongesønnen talte venligt til hende og fortalte, at hendes sang havde gjort et sådant indtryk på ham, at han ikke havde kunnet få ro, før han havde set hende. Hun blev hurtig beroliget, og da han spurgte, om hun ville gifte sig med ham, og hun så, hvor smuk han var, tænkte hun: "Jeg vil sikkert få det bedre hos ham end hos den gamle heks," og sagde ja og rakte ham sin hånd. "Jeg vil gerne følge med dig," sagde hun, "og hør nu, hvordan jeg skal komme ud. Hvergang du kommer, skal du tage en silkesnor med, så fletter jeg en stige, og når den er færdig, klatrer jeg ned, og du sætter mig op på din hest." De aftalte da, at han skulle komme hver aften, for den gamle kom kun om dagen. Heksen mærkede heller ikke noget, før Klokkeblomst en dag i tanker sagde til hende: "Hør, hvor kan det egentlig være, at du er meget tungere at trække op end den unge kongesøn. Han er heroppe på et øjeblik." - "Du slemme pige," råbte heksen, "hvad er det dog, du har for. Jeg troede, jeg havde stænget dig ude fra alle mennesker, og så har du dog narret mig." I sit raseri greb hun fat i Klokkeblomsts dejlige hår, snoede det et par gange om hånden, tog en saks, og ritsch, ratsch, lå de lange fletninger på jorden. Og hun viste ingen barmhjertighed, men bragte den stakkels Klokkeblomst ud i en ørken, hvor hun måtte lide stor nød.

Da heksen havde jaget Klokkeblomst bort, satte hun sig i tårnet og ventede på prinsen, og da han kom om aftenen og råbte:

"Klokkeblomst, Klokkeblomst,
lad dit hår falde ned,"

hængte hun håret ud ad vinduet. Kongesønnen klatrede derop, men traf ikke sin egen Klokkeblomst, men heksen, der så ondt på ham. "Du ville nok hente din kæreste," sagde hun spottende, "men den fugl sidder ikke mere i reden og synger. Katten har taget den, og kradser også nok dine øjne ud. Klokkeblomst er tabt for dig, hende får du aldrig mere at se." Kongesønnen blev ude af sig selv af sorg, og i sin fortvivlelse sprang han ud af vinduet. Han slap derfra med livet, men faldt ned i et tjørnekrat, der stak hans øjne ud. Han flakkede nu blind om i skoven, levede af rødder og bær og græd og sørgede over sin tabte kæreste. Efter nogle års forløb kom han ud i den ørken, hvor Klokkeblomst levede i stor nød. Hun havde imidlertid født ham tvillinger, en dreng og en pige. En dag hørte han en stemme, og gik efter lyden, og da han kom derhen, var det hende. Hun faldt ham om halsen. To af hendes tårer faldt på hans øjne, og han fik straks synet tilbage. Så førte han hende hjem til sit rige, hvor folket modtog ham med jubel, og de levede længe lykkeligt sammen.
There once lived a man and his wife, who had long wished for a child, but in vain. Now there was at the back of their house a little window which overlooked a beautiful garden full of the finest vegetables and flowers; but there was a high wall all round it, and no one ventured into it, for it belonged to a witch of great might, and of whom all the world was afraid.

One day that the wife was standing at the window, and looking into the garden, she saw a bed filled with the finest rampion; and it looked so fresh and green that she began to wish for some; and at length she longed for it greatly. This went on for days, and as she knew she could not get the rampion, she pined away, and grew pale and miserable. Then the man was uneasy, and asked, "What is the matter, dear wife?"

"Oh," answered she, "I shall die unless I can have some of that rampion to eat that grows in the garden at the back of our house." The man, who loved her very much, thought to himself, "Rather than lose my wife I will get some rampion, cost what it will." So in the twilight he climbed over the wall into the witch's garden, plucked hastily a handful of rampion and brought it to his wife. She made a salad of it at once, and ate of it to her heart's content. But she liked it so much, and it tasted so good, that the next day she longed for it thrice as much as she had done before; if she was to have any rest the man must climb over the wall once more. So he went in the twilight again; and as he was climbing back, he saw, all at once, the witch standing before him, and was terribly frightened, as she cried, with angry eyes, "How dare you climb over into my garden like a thief, and steal my rampion! it shall be the worse for you!"

"Oh," answered he, "be merciful rather than just, I have only done it through necessity; for my wife saw your rampion out of the window, and became possessed with so great a longing that she would have died if she could not have had some to eat." Then the witch said,
"If it is all as you say you may have as much rampion as you like, on one condition - the child that will come into the world must be given to me. It shall go well with the child, and I will care for it like a mother."

In his distress of mind the man promised everything; and when the time came when the child was born the witch appeared, and, giving the child the name of Rapunzel (which is the same as rampion), she took it away with her.

Rapunzel was the most beautiful child in the world. When she was twelve years old the witch shut her up in a tower in the midst of a wood, and it had neither steps nor door, only a small window above. When the witch wished to be let in, she would stand below and would cry,

"Rapunzel, Rapunzel!
Let down your hair!"

Rapunzel had beautiful long hair that shone like gold. When she. heard the voice of the witch she would undo the fastening of the upper window, unbind the plaits of her hair, and let it down twenty ells below, and the witch would climb up by it.

After they had lived thus a few years it happened that as the King's son was riding through the wood, he came to the tower; and as he drew near he heard a voice singing so sweetly that he stood still and listened. It was Rapunzel in her loneliness trying to pass away the time with sweet songs. The King's son wished to go in to her, and sought to find a door in the tower, but there was none. So he rode home, but the song had entered into his heart, and every day he went into the wood and listened to it. Once, as he was standing there under a tree, he saw the witch come up, and listened while she called out,

"O Rapunzel, Rapunzel!
Let down your hair."

Then he saw how Rapunzel let down her long tresses, and how the witch climbed up by it and went in to her, and he said to himself, "Since that is the ladder I will climb it, and seek my fortune." And the next day, as soon as it began to grow dusk, he went to the tower and cried,

"O Rapunzel, Rapunzel!
Let down your hair."

And she let down her hair, and the King's son climbed up by it. Rapunzel was greatly terrified when she saw that a man had come in to her, for she had never seen one before; but the King's son began speaking so kindly to her, and told how her singing had entered into his heart, so that he could have no peace until he had seen her herself. Then Rapunzel forgot her terror, and when he asked her to take him for her husband, and she saw that he was young and beautiful, she thought to herself, "I certainly like him much better than old mother Gothel," and she put her hand into his hand.

She said: "I would willingly go with thee, but I do not know how I shall get out. When thou comest, bring each time a silken rope, and I will make a ladder, and when it is quite ready I will get down by it out of the tower, and thou shalt take me away on thy horse." They agreed that he should come to her every evening, as the old woman came in the day-time.

So the witch knew nothing of all this until once Rapunzel said to her unwittingly, "Mother Gothel, how is it that you climb up here so slowly, and the King's son is with me in a moment?"

"O wicked child," cried the witch, "what is this I hear! I thought I had hidden thee from all the world, and thou hast betrayed me!" In her anger she seized Rapunzel by her beautiful hair, struck her several times with her left hand, and then grasping a pair of shears in her right - snip, snap - the beautiful locks lay on the ground. And she was so hard-hearted that she took Rapunzel and put her in a waste and desert place, where she lived in great woe and misery.
The same day on which she took Rapunzel away she went back to the tower in the evening and made fast the severed locks of hair to the window-hasp, and the King's son came and cried,

"Rapunzel, Rapunzel!
Let down your hair."

Then she let the hair down, and the King's son climbed up, but instead of his dearest Rapunzel he found the witch looking at him with wicked glittering eyes.

"Aha!" cried she, mocking him, "you came for your darling, but the sweet bird sits no longer in the nest, and sings no more; the cat has got her, and will scratch out your eyes as well! Rapunzel is lost to you; you will see her no more." The King's son was beside himself with grief, and in his agony he sprang from the tower: he escaped with life, but the thorns on which he fell put out his eyes. Then he wandered blind through the wood, eating nothing but roots and berries, and doing nothing but lament and weep for the loss of his dearest wife.

So he wandered several years in misery until at last he came to the desert place where Rapunzel lived with her twin-children that she had borne, a boy and a girl. At first he heard a voice that he thought he knew, and when he reached the place from which it seemed to come Rapunzel knew him, and fell on his neck and wept. And when her tears touched his eyes they became clear again, and he could see with them as well as ever. Then he took her to his kingdom, where he was received with great joy, and there they lived long and happily.




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