Great Opera Stories
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First published in 1912.Stories from operas retold for children.Chapters include: Children of Kings, Haensel and Gretel, The aster Singers, Lohengrin the Knight of the Swan, The Flying Dutchman, and Tannhauser the Minstrel Knight.
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Great Opera Stories - Millicent S. Bender
THE MARKET PLACE IN NUREMBURG
GREAT OPERA STORIES BY MILLICENT S. BENDER
TAKEN FROM ORIGINAL SOURCES IN OLD GERMAN
Published by Seltzer Books
established in 1974, now offering over 14,000 books
feedback welcome: seltzer@seltzerbooks.com
Books about operas, available from Seltzer Books:
The Complete Opera Book by Kobbe
Great Opera Stories by Bender
A Book of Operas by Krehbiel
A Second Book of Operas by Krehbiel
Chapters of Opera by Krehbiel
The Opera by Streatfeild
The Standard Operas, a Handbook by Upton
The Wagnerian Romances by Hall
Libretti of 3 Operas by Berlioz
Libretti of 3 Operas by Bizet
Libretti of 27 Operas by Handel
Libretti of 19 Operas by Mozart
Libretti of 9 Operas by Puccini
Libretti of 41 Operas by Rossini
Libretti of 27 Operas by Verdi
Libretti of 13 Operas by Wagner
From EVERYCHILD'S SERIES
Copyright, 1912, By THE MACMILLAN COMPANY.
Printed in the United States of America
CHILDREN OF KINGS
HAENSEL AND GRETEL
THE MASTER SINGERS
LOHENGRIN, THE KNIGHT OF THE SWAN
THE FLYING DUTCHMAN
TANNHÄUSER, THE MINSTREL KNIGHT
CHILDREN OF KINGS
I
Once upon a time, in a lonely glade between high mountains far, far above the World of Men, there stood a hut. It was a miserable, tumbledown, little hut, and the mosses of many summers clung to its sloping roof. It had a bent stovepipe where its chimney should have been, a slanting board in place of a doorstep, and just one, poor, little, broken window.
Yet it was not its forlorn appearance alone that made the hut hide behind the shadows of the grim forest, far away from the sight of man. It had more, much more than that to be ashamed of. For a hideous Witch lived there,—and with her, a Goosegirl.
They lived alone, those two,—the Goosegirl, with the joy of youth in her heart; and the Witch, unmindful of joy or youth, thinking only of magic and evil and hate. While the Goosegirl had been growing from babyhood to girlhood, from girlhood to womanhood, dreaming and wondering and wishing,—she knew not what,—the Witch had been trying to make her as ugly and as wicked as herself. But try as she would, the heart of the Goosegirl was so pure that evil could find no spot in it to lodge. As for her face, each passing year left it lovelier than the last. The sunshine was no brighter than her yellow hair, the sky no bluer than her clear blue eyes. The lone lily before the hut envied the whiteness of her skin, and the birch tree in the woods, the slenderness of her form.
Now it chanced upon a sunny afternoon in summer that the Goosegirl lay on her back in the long grass before the hut. Now and then she tossed a handful of corn to her quacking geese or played with a wreath of wild daisies. But her thoughts were far away. Her eyes were full of the wonder of things,—of the sun that shone, the brook that laughed, the flowers that bloomed, the birds that sang, and the blue sky over all. And her dreams were full of the World of Men, which she had never seen and to which she longed to go. Something within her whispered that happiness was to be found there, and the Goosegirl desired happiness above all things. And she desired kindness and love, too, although she had never heard of them, and did not know what they were.
As far back as she could remember, ever since she was a tiny little child, the Goosegirl had lived in the wretched hut. And the hideous Witch had been her only companion. The Goosegirl wondered whether all the people in the World of Men had such gruesome bodies, such ugly faces, such evil ways, as the Witch. She had never seen any one else, so she could not tell. For fear of the Witch no one had ever come that way. Winter and summer, summer and winter, it had always been the same.
The Goosegirl's dreams were suddenly interrupted by the hoarse voice of the Witch.
Where are you, good-for-naught?
came from the doorway. Idle, I'll be bound, when there's work to be done!
The Goosegirl turned her eyes toward the figure of the Witch, and, familiar as it was, for the thousandth time she shuddered with disgust. The crooked back, the burning eyes peering out from under the tangled hair, the rags, the ugliness,—oh, must she always stay? She arose slowly and walked toward the door. With hands outstretched she begged the hideous creature to set her free and to let her go down to the World of Men to seek for happiness.
I will never become a Witch,
she implored. Oh, please let me go.
The Witch's crooked mouth widened into a horrible smile. One yellow tooth stuck out.
Not make a Witch of you, indeed! Wait and see! I'll bend your proud back!
Then brandishing her cane, she muttered savagely:
Get to work. There's bread to knead!
The frightened Goosegirl ran for bowl and flour, and set to work. Meanwhile the Witch took out some dark powders. She mumbled strange words over them, and while the Goosegirl, with busy hands but unseeing eyes, kneaded and kneaded and kneaded, the Witch poured the powders into the dough. Poor Goosegirl! Her bread was soon finished, but it was a foul-smelling bread, and it contained enough poison to kill a dozen men.
Soon afterward the Witch, chuckling fiendishly, took up her basket and hobbled away to the grim forest. But the Goosegirl, full of horror for the deed she had been made to do, sat motionless, staring straight ahead. Would her life never, never change? With a sigh she called to her geese and wandered back to her place in the grass. Ah, that there should be so much evil in such a beautiful world! She looked at the dancing shadows of the fluttering leaves. They were beautiful. There was beauty in the thin, blue line of smoke as it climbed lazily upward from the broken chimney. Two turtledoves cooed above her head. The sunlight shimmered upon the wings of the buzzing bumblebees and made them shine like gold. All, all was beautiful. Were people the only ugly things? The Goosegirl gazed toward the World of Men far, far below, and wondered.
Presently her fingers, wandering idly over the grass, found the wreath of daisies. Idly she placed it upon her head.
Look at me, geese!
she cried. Look at me! Am I ugly, too?
With the geese at her heels, she ran swiftly toward the pool and peered earnestly into its clear depths. Her hair hung in long golden strands on each side of her face, her eyes shone like stars, her cheeks were flushed.
Ah!
she exclaimed happily. I am beautiful! Geese dear, I am beautiful, very beautiful!
And she gazed and gazed again.
Suddenly a song broke the silence. The Goosegirl started. For it was a song of youth and joy, the like of which she had never heard before in all her life.
Then, down from the mountains, out of the woods, straight to that lonely glade, came a youth, a ragged youth, but a noble youth, with a sword at his side, a bundle on his back, and a smile on his lips. His bearing was so proud, he looked so straight ahead, with eyes both fearless and true, that the Goosegirl held her breath as he halted before her.
Hey, pretty Queen of the Geese,
he said. How goes the world with you? Have you no greeting for me?
The Goosegirl continued to stare, saying nothing, her eyes wide with wonder. Finally she found her voice, and in a whisper just loud enough for him to hear, ventured timidly:
Are you a man?
From top to toe!
exclaimed the youth, and laughed. How he laughed! He threw back his head, his white teeth gleamed, and the distant hills rang with the joyous sound. Even the Goosegirl was forced to smile at her own ignorance.
Such merriment soon made them the best of friends, and before long, seated side by side in the grass, the youth