“ Long ago, too, she had vowed never to marry a man who knew fear, and dared not ride through the fence of flaming fire. For she was a warrior maid herself, and went armed into the battle like a man. But now she and Sigurd loved each other, and promised to be true to each other, and he gave her a ring, and it was the last ring taken from the dwarf Andvari. Then Sigurd rode away, and he came to the house of a King who had a fair daughter. Her name was Gudrun, and her mother was a witch. Now Gudrun fell in love with Sigurd, but he was always talking of Brynhild, how beautiful she was and how dear. ”
Summary
"The Red Fairy Book," a collection of fairy tales likely compiled by an unnamed author, presents a series of whimsical and often macabre narratives centered on royalty, magic, and youthful challenges. Featuring characters such as the warrior Sigurd, the witch’s daughter Graciosa, and the enigmatic Princess Gudrun, the tales weave themes of love, rivalry, and metamorphosis, set against backdrops of castles, palaces, and mystical realms.
From enchanted shoes to battles with trolls, the stories blend traditional fairy-tale elements with complex plots involving princesses, witches, and ethical dilemmas, reflecting a rich tapestry of folklore that underscores the interplay between destiny and free will.
Quotes from The Red Fairy Book ()
“ The Queen put her royal mantle over her head, and all the princesses did the same with their trains. Mayblossom was just about to follow their example when a terrific croaking, as of an immense army of crows, rooks, ravens, screech-owls, and all birds of ill-omen was heard, and at the same instant a huge owl skimmed up to the Princess, and threw over her a scarf woven of spiders’ webs and embroidered with bats’ wings. And then peals of mocking laughter rang through the air, and they guessed that this was another of the Fairy Carabosse’s unpleasant jokes. ”
“ The girl sprang into the saddle, and rode as swift as an arrow to the palace. As she turned into the courtyard of the castle the King’s son came out to meet her, tied her steed to a pillar, and led her in. He never left her side as they passed through the castle rooms; and all the people gazed at her, and wondered who the lovely maiden was, and from what castle she came; but no one knew her—no one knew anything about her. At the banquet the Prince invited her to sit next him in the place of honour; but the witch’s daughter gnawed the bones under the table. ”
