Sleep Story: The Little Mermaid Part 2

Fall asleep listening to this classic tale of love and sacrifice. Please be aware that this original version, written by Hans Christian Andersen, is darker than the Disney version. Part 2 describes The Little Mermaid's great tragic adventure as she transforms from a mermaid to a human to be near her beloved prince.

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Transcript

The Little Mermaid by Hans Christian Andersen It is one of those splendid sights which we can never see on earth.

The walls and the ceiling of the large ballroom were of thick but transparent crystal.

May hundreds of colossal shells,

Some of a deep red,

Others of a grass green,

Stood on each side in rows with blue fire in them,

Which lighted up the whole saloon and shone through the walls,

So that the sea was also illuminated,

And numeral fishes,

Great and small,

Swam past the crystal walls.

On some of them the scales glowed with a purple brilliancy,

And on others they shone like silver and gold.

Through the halls flowed a broad stream,

And in it danced the mermen and the mermaids to the music of their own sweet singing.

No one on earth has such a lovely voice as theirs.

The Little Mermaid sang more sweetly than them all.

The whole court applauded her with hands and tails,

And for a moment her heart felt quite gay,

For she knew she had the loveliest voice of any on earth or in the sea.

But she soon thought again of the world above her,

For she could not forget the charming prince,

Nor her sorrow that she had not an immortal soul like his.

Therefore she crept away silently out of her father's palace,

And while everything within was gladness and song,

She sat in her own little garden,

Sorrowful and alone.

Then she heard the bugle sounding through the water and thought,

He is certainly sailing above,

He on whom my wishes depend,

And in whose hands I should like to place the happiness of my life.

I will venture all for him,

And to win an immortal soul.

While my sisters are dancing in my father's palace,

I will go to the sea witch,

Of whom I have always been so much afraid,

But she can give me counsel and help.

And then the little mermaid went out from her garden,

And took the road to the foamy whirlpools behind which the sorceress lived.

She had never been that way before,

Neither flowers nor grass grew there,

Nothing but bare,

Gray,

Sandy ground stretched out to the whirlpool,

Where the water,

Like foaming mill-wheels,

Whirled around everything that it seized,

And cast it into the fathomless deep.

Through the mist of these crushing whirlpools,

The little mermaid was obliged to pass,

To reach the dominions of the sea witch,

And also for a long distance,

Where the only road lay right across a quantity of warm bubbling mire,

Called by the witch her Turf-More.

Beyond this stood her house,

In the center of a strange forest,

In which all the trees and flowers were pullipy,

Half animals and half plants.

Like serpents,

With a hundred heads growing out of the ground,

The branches were long slimy arms,

With fingers like flexible worms,

Moving limb after limb,

From the root to the top.

All that could be reached in the sea they seized upon,

And held fast,

So that it would never escape from their clutches.

The little mermaid was so alarmed at what she saw,

That she stood still,

And her heart beat with fear,

And she was very nearly turning back.

But she thought of the prince,

And of the human soul for which she longed,

And her courage returned.

She fastened her long flowing hair round her head,

So that the pullipy might not seize hold of it.

She laid her hands together across her bosom,

And then she darted forward as a fish shoots through the water,

Between the supple arms and figures of the ugly pullipy,

Which were stretched out on each side of her.

She saw that each held in its grasp something,

And had seized with its numerous little arms,

As if they were iron bands.

The white skeletons of human beings who had perished at sea,

And had sunk down into the deep waters.

Skeletons of land animals,

Oars,

Rudders,

And chests of ships were lying tightly grasped by their clinging arms.

Even a little mermaid,

Whom they had caught and strangled,

And this seemed the most shocking of all to the little princess.

She now came to a space of marshy ground in the wood,

Where large fat water snakes were rolling in the mire,

And showing their ugly drab colored bodies.

In the midst of this spot stood a house,

Built with the bones of shipwrecked human beings.

There sat the sea witch,

Allowing a toad to eat from her mouth,

Just as people sometimes feed a canary with a piece of sugar.

She called the ugly water snakes her little chickens,

And allowed them to crawl all over her bosom.

I know what you want,

Said the sea witch.

It is very stupid of you,

But you shall have your way,

And it will bring you sorrow,

My pretty princess.

You want to get rid of your fish's tail,

And to have two supports instead of it,

Like human beings on earth,

So that the young prince may fall in love with you,

And that you may have an immortal soul.

And then the witch laughed so loud and disgustingly,

That the toad and the snakes fell to the ground,

And lay there wriggling about.

You are but just in time,

Said the witch,

For after sunrise tomorrow I should not be able to help you till the end of another year.

I will prepare a draught for you,

With which you must swim to land tomorrow before sunrise,

And sit down on the shore and drink it.

Your tail will then disappear,

And shrink up into what mankind calls legs,

And you will feel great pain,

As if a sword were passing through you.

But all who you see will say that you are the prettiest little human being they ever saw.

You will still have that same floating gracefulness of movement,

That no dancer will ever tread so lightly.

But every step you take,

It will feel as if you are treading upon sharp knives,

And that the blood must flow.

If you will bear all this,

I will help you.

Yes,

I will,

Said the little princess in a trembling voice,

As she thought of the prince and the immortal soul.

But think again,

Said the witch,

For when once your shape has become like a human being,

You can no more be a mermaid.

You will never return through the water to your sisters,

Or to your father's palace again.

And if you do not win the love of the prince,

So that he is willing to forget his father,

And mother for your sake,

And to love you with his whole soul,

And allow the priest to join your hands,

That you may be man and wife,

Then you will never have an immortal soul.

The first morning after he marries another,

Your heart will break,

And you will become foam on the crest of the waves.

I will do it,

Said the little mermaid,

And she became pale as death.

But I must be paid also,

Said the witch,

And it is not a trifle that I ask.

You have the sweetest voice of any who dwell here in the depths of the sea,

And you believe that you will be able to charm the prince with it also.

But this voice you must give to me.

The best thing you possess will I have for the price of my draught.

My own blood must be mixed with it,

That it may be as sharp as a sword.

But if you take my voice,

Said the little mermaid,

What is left for me?

Your beautiful form,

Your graceful walk,

And your expressive eyes.

Surely with these you can enchain a man's heart.

Well,

Have you lost your courage?

Put out your little tongue,

That I may cut it off as my payment.

Then you shall have the powerful draught.

It shall be,

Said the little mermaid.

Then the witch placed her cauldron on the fire to prepare the magic draught.

Cleanliness is a good thing,

Said she,

Scouring the vessel with snakes,

Which she had tied together in a large knot.

Then she pricked herself in the breast,

And let the black blood drop into it.

The steam that rose formed itself into such horrible shapes that no one could look at them without fear.

Every moment the witch threw something else into the vessel,

And when it began to boil,

The sound was like the weeping of a crocodile.

When at last the magic draught was ready,

It looked like the clearest water.

There it is for you,

Said the witch.

Then she cut off the mermaid's tongue,

So that she became dumb and would never speak or sing.

If the polar beast should seize hold of you as you return through the woods,

Said the witch,

Throw over them a few drops of the potion,

And their fingers will be torn into a thousand pieces.

But the little mermaid had no occasion to do this,

For the polar beast sprang back in terror when they caught sight of the glittering draught,

Which shone in her hand like a twinkling star.

So she passed quickly through the wood and the marsh,

And between the rushing whirlpools.

She saw that in her father's palace all the torches in the ballroom were extinguished,

And all within asleep.

But she did not venture to go into them,

For now she was dumb and going to leave them forever.

She felt as if her heart would break.

She stole into the garden,

Took a flower from the flower beds of each of her sisters,

Kissed her hand a thousand times towards the palace,

And then rose up through the dark blue waters.

The sun had not risen when she came in sight of the prince's palace,

And approached the beautiful marble steps,

But the moon shone clear and bright.

Then the little mermaid drank the magic draught,

And it seemed as if a two-edged sword went through her delicate body.

She fell into a swoon and lay like one dead.

When the sun arose and shone over the sea,

She recovered and felt a sharp pain,

But just before her stood the handsome young prince.

He fixed his cold black eyes upon her so earnestly that she cast down her own,

And then became aware of her fish's tail was gone,

And that she had as pretty a pair of white legs and tiny feet as any little mermaid could have had.

But she had no clothes,

So she wrapped herself in her long thick hair.

The prince asked her who she was and where she came from,

And she looked at him mildly and sorrowfully with her deep blue eyes,

But she could not speak.

Every step she took was as if the witch had said.

She felt as if treading upon the points of needles or sharp knives,

But she bore it willingly and stepped as lightly by the prince's side as a soap bubble,

So that he and all who saw her wondered at her graceful swaying movements.

She was very soon arrayed in costly robes of silk and muslin,

And was the most beautiful creature in the palace,

But she was dumb and could neither speak nor sing.

Beautiful female slaves dressed in silk and gold stepped forward and sang before the prince and his royal parents.

One sang better than all the others,

And the prince clapped his hands and smiled at her.

This was great sorrow to the little mermaid.

She knew how much more sweetly she herself could sing once,

And she thought,

Oh,

If he could only know that,

I have given away my voice forever to be with him.

The slave's next performed some pretty fairy-like dances to the sound of beautiful music.

Then the little mermaid raised her lovely white arms,

Stood on the tips of her toes,

And glided over the floor,

And danced as no one yet had been able to dance.

At each moment her beauty became more revealed and her expressive eyes appealed more directly to the heart than the songs of the slaves.

Everyone was enchanted,

Especially the prince,

Who called her his little foundling,

And she danced again quite readily to please him.

Though each time her foot touched the floor,

It seemed as if she trod on sharp knives.

The prince said she should remain with him always,

And she received permission to sleep at his door on a velvet cushion.

He had a page's dress made for her,

And that she might accompany him on horseback.

They rode together through the sweet scented woods,

Where the green bows touched their shoulders,

And the little bird sang among the fresh leaves.

She climbed with the prince to the tops of the high mountains,

And although her tender feet bled,

So that even her steps were marked,

She only laughed,

And followed him till they could see the clouds beneath them looking like a flock of birds traveling to distant lands.

While at the prince's palace,

And when all the household were asleep,

She would go and sit on the broad marble steps,

And she would ease her burning feet to bathe them in the cold sea water.

And then she thought of all those below in the deep.

Once during the night,

Her sisters came up,

Arm in arm,

Singing sorrowfully,

As they floated on the water.

She beckoned to them,

And then they recognized her,

And told her how she had grieved them.

After that,

They came to the same old place every night,

And once she saw in the distance her old grandmother,

Who had not been to the surface of the sea for many years,

And the old sea king,

Her father,

With his crown on his head.

They stretched out their hands towards her,

But they did not venture so near the land as her sisters did.

As the days passed,

She loved the prince more fondly,

And he loved her as he would love a little child.

But it never came into his head to make her his wife.

Yet unless he married her,

She could not receive an immortal soul,

And on the morning after his marriage with another,

She would dissolve into the foam of the sea.

Do you not love me the best of them all?

The eyes of the little mermaid seemed to say when he took her in his arms and kissed her fair forehead.

Yes,

You are dear to me,

Said the prince,

For you have the best heart,

And you are the most devoted to me.

You are like a young maiden whom I saw once,

But whom I shall never meet again.

I was in a ship that was wrecked,

And the waves cast me ashore near a holy temple,

Where several young maidens performed the service.

The youngest of them found me on the shore and saved my life.

I saw her but twice,

And she is the only one in the world whom I could love.

But you are like her,

And you have almost driven her image out of my mind.

She belongs to the holy temple,

And my good fortune has sent you to me instead of her,

And we will never part.

Ah,

He knows not that it was I who saved his life,

Thought the little mermaid.

I carried him over the sea to the wood where the temple stands.

I sat beneath the foam and watched till the human beings came to help him.

I saw the pretty maiden that he loves better than he loves me,

And the mermaid sighed deeply,

But she could not shed tears.

He says the maiden belongs to the holy temple,

Therefore she will never return to the world.

They will meet no more.

While I am by his side and see him every day,

I will take care of him and love him and give up my life for his sake.

Very soon it was said that the prince must marry,

And that the beautiful daughter of a neighboring king would be his wife,

For a fine ship was being fitted out.

Although the prince gave out that he merely intended to pay a visit to the king,

It was generally supposed that he really went to see his daughter.

A great company were to go with him.

The little mermaid smiled and shook her head.

She knew the prince's thoughts better than any of the others.

I must travel,

He had said to her.

I must see this beautiful princess.

My parents desire it,

But they will not oblige me to bring her home as my bride.

I cannot love her.

She is not like the beautiful maiden in the temple whom you resemble.

If I were forced to choose a bride,

I would rather choose you,

My dumbfoundling,

With those expressive eyes.

And then he kissed her rosy mouth,

And she was made with her long waving hair,

And laid his head on her heart,

While she dreamed of human happiness and an immortal soul.

You are not afraid of the sea,

My dumb child,

Said he,

As they stood on the deck of the noble ship which was to carry them to the country of the neighboring king.

And then he told her of storms and of calm,

Of strange fishes in the deep beneath them,

And of what the divers had seen there.

And she smiled at his descriptions,

For she knew better than anyone what wonders were at the bottom of the sea.

In the moonlight,

When all on board were asleep,

Accepting the man at the helm who was steering,

She sat on the deck,

Gazing down through the clear water.

She thought she could distinguish her father's castle and upon it her aged grandmother,

With the silver crown on her head,

Looking through the rushing tide at the keel of the vessel.

Then her sisters came up to the waves and gazed at her mournfully,

Wringing their white hands.

She beckoned to them and smiled,

And wanted to tell them how happy and well-off she was.

But the cabin boy approached,

And when her sisters dived below,

He thought it was only the foam of the sea which he saw.

The next morning the ship sailed into the harbor of a beautiful town,

Belonging to the king,

Whom the prince was going to visit.

The church bells were ringing,

And from the high towers sounded a flourish of trumpets and soldiers,

With flying colors and glittering bayonets,

Lying the rocks through which they passed.

Every day was a festival.

Balls and entertainments followed one another.

But the princess had not yet appeared.

People said that she was being brought up and educated in a religious house,

Where she was learning every royal virtue.

At last she came.

Then the little mermaid,

Who was very anxious to see whether she was really beautiful,

Was obliged to acknowledge that she had never seen a more perfect vision of beauty.

Her skin was delicately fair,

And believe her long dark eyelashes,

Her laughing blue eyes shone with truth and purity.

It was you,

Said the prince,

Who saved my life when I lay dead on the beach,

And he folded his blushing bride in his arms.

Oh,

I am too happy,

Said he to the little mermaid.

My fondest hopes are all fulfilled.

You will rejoice at my happiness,

For your devotion to me is great and sincere.

The little mermaid kissed his hand and felt as if her heart were already broken.

His wedding morning would bring death to her,

And she would change into the foam of the sea.

All the church bells rung,

And the heralds rode about the town,

Proclaiming the betrothal.

Perfumed oil was burning in costly silver lamps on every altar.

The priests waved the censors,

While the bride and bridegroom joined their hands,

And received the blessing of the bishop.

The little mermaid dressed in silk and gold held up the bride's train,

But her ears heard nothing of the festive music,

And her eyes saw not the holy ceremony.

She thought of the night of death which was coming to her,

And of all she had lost in the world.

On the same evening the bride and bridegroom went on board ship.

Cannons were roaring,

Flags waving,

And in the center of the ship a costly tent of purple and gold had been erected.

It contained elegant couches for the reception of the bridal pair during the night.

The ship,

With swelling sails and a favorable wind,

Glided away smoothly and lightly over the calm sea.

When it grew dark,

A number of colored lamps were lit,

And the sailors danced merrily on the deck.

The little mermaid could not help thinking of her first rising out of the sea,

When she had seen similar festivities and joys,

And joined in on the dance,

Poised herself in the air as a swallow when he pursues his prey,

And all present cheered with her with wonder.

She had never danced so elegantly before.

Her tender feet felt as if cut with sharp knives,

But she cared not for it.

A sharper pang had pierced through her heart.

She knew this was the last evening she would ever see the prince,

For whom she had forsaken her kindred and her home.

She had given up her beautiful voice,

And suffered unheard of pain daily for him,

While he knew nothing of it.

This was the last evening that they would breathe the same air,

Or gaze on the starry night and the deep sea.

An eternal night without a thought or a dream awaited her.

She had no soul,

And now she could never win one.

All was joy and gaiety on the board ship till long after midnight.

She laughed and danced with the rest,

While the thoughts of death were in her heart.

The prince kissed his beautiful bride while she played with his raven hair,

Till they went arm in arm to rest in the splendid tent.

Then all became still on board of the ship.

The helmsman,

Alone awake,

Stood at the helm.

The little mermaid leaned her white arms on the edge of the vessel,

And looked towards the east for the first blush of morning,

For that first ray of dawn would bring her death.

She saw her sisters rising out of the flood.

They were as pale as herself,

But their long,

Beautiful hair waved no more in the wind,

And had been cut off.

We have given our hair to the witch,

They said,

To obtain help for you,

That you may not die tonight.

She has given us a knife.

Here it is,

See,

It is very sharp.

Before the sun rises,

You must plunge it into the heart of the prince.

When the warm blood falls upon your feet,

They will grow together again,

And form into a fish's tail.

And you will once more be a mermaid,

And return to us to live out your three hundred years before you die,

And change into the salt sea foam.

Haste then,

Here you must die before sunrise.

Our old grandmother moans so for you,

And her white hair is falling out of sorrow,

As ours fell under the witch's scissors.

Kill the prince and come back?

Hasten?

Do you not see the first red streaks in the sky?

In the few minutes the sun will rise and you must die.

And then they sighed deeply and mournfully,

And sang down into the waves.

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 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 of 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.

On the ship in which she had left the prince,

There were life and noise.

She saw him and his beautiful bride searching for her.

Sorrowfully they gazed at the pearly foam,

As if they knew she had thrown herself into the waves.

Unseen,

She kissed the forehead of their bride,

And fan the prince,

And then mounted with the other children of the air to a rosy cloud,

And floated through the ether.

After three hundred years,

Thus shall we float into the kingdom of heaven,

Said she.

And we may even get there sooner,

Whispered one of her companions.

Unseen,

We can enter the houses of men,

Where there are children.

And for every day on which we find a good child,

Who is the joy of his parents,

And deserves their love,

Our time of probation is shortened.

The child does not know,

When we fly through the room,

That we smile with joy at his good conduct,

For we can count one year less of our three hundred years.

But when we see a naughty or a wicked child,

We shed tears of sorrow,

And for every tear a day is added to our time of trial.

The End And that is the end of our sleep story this evening.

Thank you so much for allowing me the precious gift of your time.

Until next time,

Sweet dreams.

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Simply delightful. This is an amazing story, often forgotten in the times of Disney. Having followed your dreamy voice often into sleep, you're my favourite storyteller. Please don't ever stop these wonderful classical tales. They're the best thing to put me into a deep sleep.