d in the
castle and wore their gayest garments, yet over everything there
brooded a dark cloud. It seemed to the knight, as well as to his
guests, that some one was missing from the feast, and the thoughts of
all turned to the beautiful Undine.
The bride seemed happier than any one else, yet even she knew a cloud
was in her sky.
Slowly the hours of the wedding-day dragged on, but at length the
ceremony was over, the feast ended, and the guests ready to depart.
When they had gone, Bertalda, thinking to dispel the gloom which had
now fallen upon her spirit, told her maids to spread out before her
all her rich jewels and gorgeous robes. She would choose to-night the
garments in which she would array herself on the morrow.
Her waiting-maids did as they were told, and when the dresses and
jewels were spread out before their new mistress, they began to
flatter her and tell her that none was fairer than she.
Bertalda listened with pleasure to their praises. Then looking at
herself in the mirror she sighed. 'Alas, but see these little brown
spots that have appeared on my neck.'
The maids saw indeed, as their mistress said, that there were freckles
on her neck, but still they flattered her, saying that the little
spots only made her skin look the whiter.
But Bertalda did not believe their words. She wanted to get rid of the
freckles that had only lately appeared on her slender throat.
'Had I but water from the fountain, the spots would vanish in a day,'
she cried pettishly.
Then one of Bertalda's maids thought to herself, 'My mistress shall
have the water she so much desires,' and laughing gaily to herself,
she slipped from the room.
In but a few moments heavy footsteps were heard in the court below.
The footsteps tramped backward and forward.
Bertalda, looking from her window, smiled, for she saw that the noisy
steps were those of workmen, who were busy removing the stone which
had been placed over the fountain. She guessed that this was the doing
of one of her maids, but she still smiled contentedly. The freckles
would not spoil her beauty for another day. The water from the
fountain would make them disappear, and that was all she cared about
just then.
At first the workmen tried in vain to remove the stone. Perhaps some
of them, remembering that their sweet young mistress Undine had
ordered it to be placed there, did not try very hard to lift it from
its place. All at once, however, the stone began
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