海的女儿(十六)

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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.

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.