CHAPTER XII

THE SAD, SAD TALE OF THE SORROWING PRINCESS WITH A SPECK IN HER

HEART, AND WHAT ALL HAPPENED WHEN SHE HAD ENDED IT, WHICH THE

READER MUST READ FOR HIMSELF IF HE WOULD KNOW.

“Little baron and dear Lord Bulger,” began the crystal-eyed damozel,

after she had eased her soul of its load of woe by three long and deep,

deep sighs, “know then that I am not the damozel Glow Stone, but none

other than the royal princess Crystallina herself; that she whose hair I

comb should comb mine; that she whom I have served for ten long years

should have served me!”

“And to think, O princess,” I burst out joyfully, “that my beloved

Bulger should have been the first to discover that she who was seated on

the steps of the crystal throne was not entitled to the seat; to think

that his subtle intellect should have been the first to scent out the

wrong that had been done thee; his keen eye the first to go to the

bottom of truth’s well; but, fair princess, I am bursting with

impatience to know how thou thyself didst ever discover the wrong that

has been done thee.”

“That thou shalt speedily know, little baron,” answered Crystallina,

“and that thou mayst know all that I know I’ll begin at the very

beginning: The day I was born there was great rejoicing in the land of

the Mikkamenkies, and the people gathered in front of the royal palace

and laughed and cried by turns, so happy were they to think they were to

be governed by another princess after Queen Galaxa’s heart should run

down; for, many years ago, a bad king had made them very unhappy, and

they had hoped and prayed that no more such would come to reign over

them. And pretty soon one of them began to tell the others what he

thought the little princess would be like.

“‘She will be the fairest that ever sat upon the crystal throne. Her

hands and feet will be like pearls tipped with coral; her hair whiter

than the river’s foam; and from her beautiful eyes will burst the

radiance of her pure soul, and her heart, Oh, her heart will be like a

little lump of frozen water so clear and so transparent will it be, so

like a bit of purest crystal, bright and flawless as a diamond of the

first water, and therefore let her be called the princess Crystallina,

or the Maid with the Crystal Heart.’

“Forthwith the cry went up: ‘Ay, let her be called Crystallina, or the

Maid with the Crystal Heart,’ and Queen Galaxa heard the cry of her

people and sent them word that it should be as they wished—that I should

be the Princess Crystallina.

“But, ah me, that I should have lived to tell it! after a few days the

nurse came to my royal mother wringing her hands and pouring down a

flood of tears.

“Throwing herself on her knees, she whispered to the queen, ‘Royal

mistress, bid me die rather than tell thee what I know.’

“Being ordered to speak, the nurse informed Queen Galaxa that she had

that day for the first time held me up to the light and had discovered

that there was a speck in my heart.

“The queen uttered a cry of horror and swooned. When she came to herself

she directed that I should be brought to her and held up to the light so

that she might see for herself. Alas, too true! there was the speck in

my heart sure enough. I was not worthy of the sweet name which her

loving people had bestowed upon me. They would turn from me with horror;

they would never consent to have me for their queen when the truth

should become known. They would not be moved by a mother’s prayers: they

would turn a deaf ear to every one who should be bold enough to advise

them to accept a princess with a speck in her heart, when they had

thought they were getting one well deserving of the title they had

bestowed upon her.

“Queen Galaxa knew that something must be done at once; that it would be

time and labor lost to attempt to reason with the disappointed people,

so she set to work thinking up some way out of her trouble. Now, it so

happened, little baron, that the very day I had come into the world a

babe had been born to one of Queen Galaxa’s serving women; and so

hastily summoning the woman she ordered her to bring her babe into the

royal bed-chamber and leave it there, promising that it should be

brought up as my foster-sister. But no sooner had the serving woman gone

her way rejoicing than the nurse was ordered to change the children in

the cradle, and in a few moments Glow Stone was wrapt in my richly

embroidered blanket and I swathed up in her plain coverlets.

“How things went for several years I know not, but one day, ah, how well

I recollect it! my little mind was puzzled by hearing Crystallina cry

out: ‘Nay, nay, dear mamma, ’tis not fair; I like it not. Each day when

thou comest to us thou givest Glow Stone ten kisses and me but a single

one.’ Then would Queen Galaxa smile a sad smile and bestow some bauble

upon Crystallina to coax her back to contentment again.

“And so we went on, Crystallina and I, from one year to another until we

were little maids well grown, and she sat on the throne and wore royal

purple stitched with gold, and I plain white; but still most of the

kisses fell to my share. And I marvelled not a little at it, but dared

not ask why it was. However, once when I was alone with Queen Galaxa,

seated on my cushion in the corner plying my needle and thinking of the

sail we were to have on the river that day, suddenly I was startled to

see the queen throw herself on her knees in front of me, and to feel her

clasp me in her arms and cover my face and head with tears and kisses,

as she sobbed and moaned,—

“‘O my babe, my lost babe, my blessing and my joy, wilt never, never,

never come back to me? Art gone forever? Must I give thee up, oh, must

I?’”

“‘Nay, Royal Lady,’ I stammered in my more than wonder at her words and

actions. ‘Thou art in a dream. Awake, and see clearly; I am not

Crystallina. I am Glow Stone, thy foster-child. I’ll hie me straight and

bring my royal sister to thee.’

“But she would not let me loose, and for all answer showered more kisses

on me till I was well-nigh smothered, so tight she held me pressed

against her bosom, while around and over me her long thick tresses fell

like a woven mantle.

“And then she told me all—all that I have told thee, little baron, and

charged me never to impart it unto any soul in Goggle Land; and I made a

solemn promise unto her that I never would.”

“And thou hast kept thy word like a true princess as thou art,” said I

cheerily, “for I am not of thy world, fair Crystallina.”

“Now that I have told thee the sad tale of the sorrowing princess with

the speck in her heart, little baron,” murmured Crystallina, fixing her

large and radiant eyes upon me, “there is but one thing more for me to

do, and it is to let thee look through me, so that thou mayst know

exactly what counsel to give.” And so saying the fair princess rose from

her seat, and having placed herself in front of me with a flood of white

light falling full upon her back, she lowered her black fan and bade me

gaze upon the heavy heart which she had carried about with her all these

years, and tell her exactly how large the speck was and where it lay,

and what color it was.

I was overjoyed to get an opportunity at last to look through one of the

Mikkamenkies, and my own heart bounded with satisfaction as I looked and

looked upon that mysterious little thing, nay, rather a tiny being,

living, breathing, palpitating within her breast; now slow and measured

as she dwelt in thought upon her sad fate, now beating faster and faster

as the hope bubbled up in her mind that possibly I might be able to

counsel her so wisely that an end would come to all her sorrow.

“Well, wise little baron,” she murmured anxiously, “what seest thou? Is

it very large? In what part is it? Is it black as night or some color

less fatal?”

“Take courage, fair princess,” said I, “it is very small and lies just

beneath the bow on the left side. Nor is it black, but reddish rather,

as if a single drop of blood from the veins of thy far distant ancestors

had outlived them these thousands of years and hardened there to tell

whence thy people came.” The princess wept tears of joy upon hearing

these comforting words.

“If it had been black,” she whispered “I would have lain me down in this

bed of violets and never risen more till my people had come to bear me

to my grave in the silent burial chamber—unvisited by the River of

Light.”

At this sad outbreak Bulger whined piteously and licked the princess’s

hands as he looked up at her with his dark eyes radiant with sympathy.

She was greatly cheered by this message of comfort, and it moved me,

too, by its heartiness.

“List, fair princess,” said I gravely. “I own the task is not a light

one, but hope for the best. I would that we had more time, but as thou

knowest Queen Galaxa’s heart will soon run down, therefore must we act

with despatch as well as wisdom. But first of all must I speak with the

queen and gain her consent to act for thee in this matter.”

“That, I fear me, she will never grant,” moaned Crystallina. “However,

thou art so much wiser than I—do as best seems to thee.”

“The next thing to be done, fair princess,” I added solemnly, “is to

show thy heart boldly and fearlessly to thy people.”

“Nay, little baron,” she exclaimed, rising to her feet, “that may not

be, that may not be, for know that our law doth make it treason itself

for one of our people to look through a person of royal blood. Oh, no,

oh, no, little baron, that may never be!”

“Stay, sweet princess,” I urged in gentlest tones, “not so fast. Thou

dost not know what I mean by showing thy heart boldly to thy people.

Never fear. I will not break the law of the land, and yet they shall

look upon the speck within thy heart, and see how small it is and hear

what I have to say about it, and thou shalt not even be visible to

them.”

“O little baron,” murmured Crystallina, “if this may only be! I feel

they will forgive me. Thou art so wise and thy words carry such strong

hope to my poor, heavy heart that I almost”—

“Nay, fair princess,” I interrupted, “hope for the best, no more. I am

not wise enough to read the future, and from what I know of thy people

they seem but little different from mine own. Perchance I may be able to

sway them toward my views, and make them cry, ‘Long live princess

Crystallina!’ but I can only promise thee to do my best. Betake thee now

to the palace, and scorn not for yet a day or so to take up the golden

comb and play the damozel Glow Stone in all humility.”