under the willow-tree-第3章
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〃I am so glad you are come；〃 she said。 I was thinking of sending
my father for you； but I had a presentiment that you would be here
this evening。 The fact is； I wanted to tell you that I am going to
France。 I shall start on Friday。 It is necessary for me to go there；
if I wish to become a first…rate performer。〃
Poor Knud！ it seemed to him as if the whole room was whirling
round with him。 His courage failed； and he felt as if his heart
would burst。 He kept down the tears； but it was easy to see how
sorrowful he was。
〃You honest； faithful soul；〃 she exclaimed； and the words loosened
Knud's tongue； and he told her how truly he had loved her； and that
she must be his wife； and as he said this； he saw Joanna change color；
and turn pale。 She let his hand fall； and said； earnestly and
mournfully； 〃Knud； do not make yourself and me unhappy。 I will
always be a good sister to you； one in whom you can trust； but I can
never be anything more。〃 And she drew her white hand over his
burning forehead； and said； 〃God gives strength to bear a great
deal； if we only strive ourselves to endure。〃
At this moment her stepmother came into the room； and Joanna
said quickly； 〃Knud is so unhappy； because I am going away；〃 and it
appeared as if they had only been talking of her journey。 〃Come； be
a man〃 she added； placing her hand on his shoulder； 〃you are still a
child； and you must be good and reasonable； as you were when we were
both children； and played together under the willow…tree。〃
Knud listened； but he felt as if the world had slid out of its
course。 His thoughts were like a loose thread fluttering to and fro in
the wind。 He stayed； although he could not tell whether she had
asked him to do so。 But she was kind and gentle to him； she poured out
his tea； and sang to him； but the song had not the old tone in it；
although it was wonderfully beautiful； and made his heart feel ready
to burst。 And then he rose to go。 He did not offer his hand； but she
seized it； and said…
〃Will you not shake hands with your sister at parting； my old
playfellow？〃 and she smiled through the tears that were rolling down
her cheeks。 Again she repeated the word 〃brother；〃 which was a great
consolation certainly； and thus they parted。
She sailed to France； and Knud wandered about the muddy streets of
Copenhagen。 The other journeymen in the shop asked him why he looked
so gloomy； and wanted him to go and amuse himself with them； as he was
still a young man。 So he went with them to a dancing…room。 He saw many
handsome girls there； but none like Joanna； and here； where he thought
to forget her； she was more life…like before his mind than ever。
〃God gives us strength to bear much； if we try to do our best；〃 she
had said； and as he thought of this； a devout feeling came into his
mind； and he folded his hands。 Then； as the violins played and the
girls danced round the room； he started； for it seemed to him as if he
were in a place where he ought not to have brought Joanna； for she was
here with him in his heart； and so he went out at once。 As he went
through the streets at a quick pace； he passed the house where she
used to live； it was all dark； empty； and lonely。 But the world went
on its course； and Knud was obliged to go on too。
Winter came； the water was frozen； and everything seemed buried in
a cold grave。 But when spring returned； and the first steamer prepared
to sail； Knud was seized with a longing to wander forth into the
world； but not to France。 So he packed his knapsack； and travelled
through Germany； going from town to town； but finding neither rest
or peace。 It was not till he arrived at the glorious old town of
Nuremberg that he gained the mastery over himself； and rested his
weary feet； and here he remained。
Nuremberg is a wonderful old city； and looks as if it had been cut
out of an old picture…book。 The streets seem to have arranged
themselves according to their own fancy； and as if the houses objected
to stand in rows or rank and file。 Gables； with little towers；
ornamented columns； and statues； can be seen even to the city gate；
and from the singular…shaped roofs； waterspouts； formed like
dragons； or long lean dogs； extend far across to the middle of the
street。 Here； in the market…place； stood Knud； with his knapsack on
his back； close to one of the old fountains which are so beautifully
adorned with figures； scriptural and historical； and which spring up
between the sparkling jets of water。 A pretty servant…maid was just
filling her pails； and she gave Knud a refreshing draught； she had a
handful of roses； and she gave him one； which appeared to him like a
good omen for the future。 From a neighboring church came the sounds of
music； and the familiar tones reminded him of the organ at home at
Kjoge； so he passed into the great cathedral。 The sunshine streamed
through the painted glass windows； and between two lofty slender
pillars。 His thoughts became prayerful； and calm peace rested on his
soul。 He next sought and found a good master in Nuremberg； with whom
he stayed and learnt the German language。
The old moat round the town had been converted into a number of
little kitchen gardens； but the high walls； with their heavy…looking
towers； are still standing。 Inside these walls the ropemaker twisted
his ropes along a walk built like a gallery； and in the cracks and
crevices of the walls elderbushes grow and stretch their green
boughs over the small houses which stand below。 In one of these houses
lived the master for whom Knud worked； and over the little garret
window where he sat； the elder…tree waved its branches。 Here he
dwelt through one summer and winter； but when spring came again； he
could endure it no longer。 The elder was in blossom； and its fragrance
was so homelike； that he fancied himself back again in the gardens
of Kjoge。 So Knud left his master； and went to work for another who
lived farther in the town； where no elder grew。 His workshop was quite
close to one of the old stone bridges； near to a water…mill； round
which the roaring stream rushed and foamed always； yet restrained by
the neighboring houses； whose old； decayed balconies hung over； and
seemed ready to fall into the water。 Here grew no elder； here was
not even a flower…pot； with its little green plant； but just
opposite the workshop stood a great willow…tree； which seemed to
hold fast to the house for fear of being carried away by the water。 It
stretched its branches over the stream just as those of the
willow…tree in the garden at Kjoge had spread over the river。 Yes；
he had indeed gone from elder…mother to willow…father。 There was a
something about the tree here； especially in the moonlight nights；
that went direct to his heart； yet it was not in reality the
moonlight； but the old tree itself。 However； he could not endure it：
and why？ Ask the willow； ask the blossoming elder！ At all events； he
bade farewell to Nuremberg and journeyed onwards。 He never spoke of
Joanna to any one； his sorrow was hidden in his heart。 The old
childish story of the two cakes had a deep meaning for him。 He
understood now why the gingerbread man had a bitter almond in his left
side； his was the feeling of bitterness； and Joanna； so mild and
friendly； was represented by the honeycake maiden。 As he thought
upon all this； the strap of his knapsack pressed across his chest so
that he could hardly breathe； he loosened it； but gained no relief。 He
saw but half the world around him； the other half he carried with
him in his inward thoughts； and this is the condition in which he left
Nuremberg。 Not till he caught sight of the lofty mountains did the
world appear more free to him； his thoughts were attracted to outer
objects； and tears came into his eyes。 The Alps appeared to him like
the wings of earth folded together； unfolded； they would display the
variegated pictures of dark woods； foaming waters； spreading clouds；
and masses of snow。 〃At the last day；〃 thought he； 〃the earth will
unfold its great wings； and soar upwards to the skies； ther
