Bedtime Story: The Mermaid & The Boy

Tonight's story is The Mermaid and the Boy" by Andrew Lang. A lovely tale is about a King and a Queen who send their son out into the world and a mermaid who comes to collect the Prince on a promise made by the King years before. Sweet dreamzzz...
The music in this story is "Clouds of Happiness" by Julians Taylor

Transcript

Welcome,

I'm Joanne and this is Drift Off,

A soft place for you to land at the end of the day.

I'd like to offer you a calming bedtime story tonight,

Softly told,

With a nice,

Soft,

Gentle voice that I hope will help you feel nurtured,

Safe,

And at ease so you can drift off.

So are you ready for a bedtime story?

Well then,

Get comfy and cozy in your bed and snuggle up tight and let me be your guide now.

Sweet dreams my friend,

And good night.

Long,

Long ago,

There lived a king who ruled over a country by the sea.

When he had been married about a year,

Some of his subjects inhabiting a distant group of islands revolted against his laws,

And it became needful for him to leave his wife and go in person to settle their disputes.

The queen feared that some ill would come of it and implored him to stay at home,

But he told her that nobody could do his work for him,

And the next morning the sails were spread and the king started on his voyage.

The vessel had not gone very far when she ran upon a rock and stuck so fast in a cleft that the strength of the whole crew could not get her off again.

To make matters worse,

The wind was rising too,

And it was quite plain that in a few hours the ship would be dashed to pieces and everybody would be drowned,

When suddenly the form of a mermaid was seen dancing on the waves which threatened every moment to overwhelm them.

There is only one way to free yourselves,

She said to the king,

Bobbing up and down in the water as she spoke,

And that is to give me your solemn word that you will deliver to me the first child that is born to you.

The king hesitated at this proposal.

He hoped that someday he might have children in his home,

And the thought that he must yield up the heir to his crown was very bitter to him,

But just then a huge wave broke on the ship's side,

And his men fell on their knees and entreated him to save them.

So he promised,

And this time a wave lifted the vessel clean off the rocks and she was in the open sea once more.

The affairs of the islands took longer to settle than the king had expected,

And some months passed away before he returned to his palace.

In his absence a son had been born to him,

And so great was his joy that he quite forgot the mermaid and the price he had paid for the safety of his ship.

But as years went on,

And the baby grew into a fine big boy,

The remembrance of it came back,

And one day he told the queen the whole story.

From that moment the happiness of both their lives was ruined.

Every night they went to bed,

Wondering if they should find his room empty in the morning,

And every day they kept him by their sides,

Expecting him to be snatched away before their very eyes.

At last the king felt that this state of things could not continue,

And he said to his wife,

After all,

The most foolish thing in the world one can do is to keep the boy here in exactly the place in which the mermaid will seek him.

Let us give him food and send him on his travels,

And perhaps,

If the mermaid ever comes to seek him,

She may be content with some other child.

And the queen agreed that his plan seemed the wisest.

So the boy was called,

And his father told him the story of the voyage as he had told his mother before him.

The prince listened eagerly,

And was delighted to think that he was to go away all by himself to see the world,

And was not in the least frightened.

For though he was now sixteen,

He had scarcely been allowed to walk alone beyond the palace gardens.

He began busily to make his preparations,

And took off his smart velvet coat,

Putting on instead one of green cloth.

While he refused a beautiful bag which the queen offered him to hold his food,

And slung a leather knapsack over his shoulders instead,

Just as he had seen other travelers do.

Then he bade farewell to his parents,

And went on his way.

All through the day he walked,

Watching with interest the strange birds and animals that darted across his path in the forest,

Or peeped at him from behind a bush.

But as evening drew on,

He became tired,

And looked about as he walked for some place where he could sleep.

At length he reached a soft mossy bank under a tree,

And was just about to stretch himself out on it when a fearful roar made him start and tremble all over.

In another moment something passed swiftly through the air,

And a lion stood before him.

What are you doing here?

Asked the lion,

His eyes glaring fiercely at the boy.

I am fleeing from the mermaid,

The prince answered,

In a quaking voice.

Give me some food then,

Said the lion.

It is past my supper time,

And I am very hungry.

The boy was so thankful that the lion did not want to eat him,

That he gladly picked up his knapsack which lay on the ground,

And held out some bread and a flask of wine.

I feel better now,

Said the lion,

When he had done.

So now I shall go to sleep on this nice soft moss,

And if you like,

You can lie down beside me.

So the boy and the lion slept soundly side by side till the sun rose.

I must be off now,

Remarked the lion,

Waking the boy as he spoke.

But cut off the tip of my ear,

And keep it carefully,

And if you are in any danger,

Just wish yourself a lion,

And you will become one on the spot.

One good turn deserves another,

You know.

The prince thanked him for his kindness,

And did as he bid,

And then the two bade each other farewell.

I wonder how it feels to be a lion,

Thought the boy,

After he had gone a little way,

And he took out the tip of the ear from the breast of his jacket,

And wished with all his might.

In an instant,

His head had swollen to several times its usual size,

And his neck seemed very hot and heavy,

And somehow his hands became paws,

And his skin grew hairy and yellow.

But what pleased him most was his long tail with a tuft at the end,

Which he lashed and switched proudly.

I like being a lion very much,

He said to himself,

And trotted happily along the road.

After a while,

However,

He got tired of walking in this unaccustomed way.

It made his back ache,

And his front paws felt sore.

So he wished himself a boy again,

And in the twinkling of an eye,

His tail disappeared,

And his head shrank,

And the long thick mane became short and curly.

Then he looked out for a sleeping place,

And found some dry ferns,

Which he gathered and heaped up.

But before he had time to close his eyes,

There was a great noise in the trees nearby,

As if a big,

Heavy body was crashing through them.

The boy rose and turned his head,

And saw a huge black bear coming towards him.

What are you doing here?

Grout the bear.

I am running away from the mermaid,

Answered the boy.

But the bear took no interest in the mermaid,

And only said,

I am hungry,

Give me something to eat.

The knapsack was lying on the ground among the fern,

But the prince picked it up,

And fastening the strap,

Took out his second flask of wine and another loaf of bread.

We will have supper together,

He remarked politely.

But the bear,

Who had never been taught manners,

Made no reply,

And ate as fast as he could.

When he had quite finished,

He got up and stretched himself.

You have got a comfortable looking bed there,

He observed.

I really think that,

Bad sleeper as I am,

I might have a good night on it.

I can manage to squeeze you in,

He added.

You don't take up a great deal of room.

The boy was rather indignant at the bear's cool way of talking,

But as he was too tired to gather more fern,

They lay down side by side,

And never stirred till sunrise next morning.

I must go now,

Said the bear,

Pulling the sleepy prince onto his feet.

But first you shall cut off the tip of my ear,

And when you are in any danger,

Just wish yourself a bear,

And you will become one.

One good turn deserves another,

You know.

And the boy did as he was bid,

And he and the bear bade each other farewell.

I wonder how it feels to be a bear,

Thought he to himself when he had walked a little way.

And he took out the tip from the breast of his coat,

And wished hard that he might become a bear.

The next moment,

His body stretched out,

And thick black fur covered him all over.

As before,

His hands were changed into paws,

But when he tried to switch his tail,

He found to his disgust that it would not go any distance.

Why,

It is hardly worth calling a tail,

Said he.

For the rest of the day,

He remained a bear,

And continued his journey.

But as evening came on,

The bearskin,

Which had been so useful when plunging through brambles in the forest,

Felt rather heavy,

And he wished himself a boy again.

He was much too exhausted to take the trouble of cutting any fern or seeking for moss,

But just threw himself down under a tree,

When exactly above his head he heard a great buzzing as a bumblebee alighted on a honeysuckle branch.

What are you doing here?

Asked the bee in a cross voice.

At your age,

You ought to be safe at home.

I am running from the mermaid,

Replied the boy.

But the bee,

Like the lion and the bear,

Was one of those people who never listened to the answers to their questions,

And only said,

I am hungry,

Give me something to eat.

The boy took his last loaf and flask out of his knapsack,

And laid them on the ground,

And they had supper together.

Well,

Now I am going to sleep,

Observed the bee when the last crumb was gone.

But as you are not very big,

I can make room for you beside me.

And he curled up his wings and tucked in his legs,

And he and the prince both slept soundly till morning.

Then the bee got up and carefully brushed every scrap of dust off his velvet coat and buzzed loudly in the boy's ear to awaken him.

Take a single hair from one of my wings,

Said he.

And if you are ever in danger,

Just wish yourself a bee and you will become one.

One good turn deserves another.

So farewell,

And thank you for your supper.

And the bee departed after the boy had pulled out the hair and wrapped it carefully in a leaf.

It must feel quite different to be a bee from what it does to be a lion or a bear,

Thought the boy to himself when he had walked for an hour or so.

I dare say I should get on a great deal faster.

So he pulled out his hair and wished himself a bee.

In a moment,

The strangest thing happened to him.

All his limbs seemed to draw together,

And his body to become very short and round.

His head grew quite tiny,

And instead of his white skin,

He was covered with the richest,

Softest velvet.

Better than all,

He had two lovely gauze wings which carried him the whole day without getting tired.

Late in the afternoon,

The boy fancied he saw a vast heap of stones a long way off,

And he flew straight towards it.

But when he reached the gates,

He saw that it was really a great town,

So he wished himself back into his own shape and entered the city.

He found the palace doors wide open and went boldly into a sort of hall which was full of people,

And where men and maids were gossiping together.

He joined their talk,

And soon learned from them that the king had only one daughter who had such a hatred to men that she would never suffer one to enter her presence.

Her father,

The king,

Was in despair,

And had had pictures painted of the handsomest princes of all the courts in the world,

In the hope that she might fall in love with one of them.

But it was no use.

The princess would not even allow the pictures to be brought into her room.

It is late,

Remarked one of the women at last.

I must go to my mistress.

And,

Turning to one of the lackeys,

She bade him find a bed for the youth.

It is not necessary,

Answered the prince.

This bench is good enough for me.

I am used to nothing better.

And when the hall was empty,

He lay down for a few minutes.

As soon as everything was quiet in the palace,

He took out the hair and wished himself a bee.

And in this shape,

He flew upstairs,

Past the guards,

And through the keyhole into the princess's chamber.

Then he turned himself into a man again.

At this dreadful sight,

The princess,

Who was broad awake,

Began to scream loudly,

A man,

A man,

Cried she.

But when the guards rushed in,

There was only a bumblebee buzzing about the room.

They looked under the bed and behind the curtains and into the cupboards.

Then came to the conclusion that the princess had had a bad dream and bowed themselves out.

The door had scarcely closed on them.

Then the bee disappeared,

And a handsome youth stood in his place.

I knew a man was hidden somewhere,

Cried the princess,

And screamed more loudly than before.

Her shrieks brought back the guards.

But though they looked in all kinds of impossible places,

No man was to be seen,

And so they told the princess.

He was here a moment ago.

I saw him with my own eyes.

And the guards dared not contradict her,

Though they shook their heads and whispered to each other that the princess had gone mad on this subject,

And they made up their minds that,

Let her scream as loudly as she might,

They would take no notice.

Now the princess saw clearly what they were thinking,

And that in future her guards would give her no help,

And would perhaps tell some stories about her to the king,

Who would shut her up in a lonely tower and prevent her walking in the gardens among her birds and flowers.

So when,

For the third time,

She beheld the prince standing before her,

She did not scream,

But sat up in bed,

Gazing at him in silent terror.

Do not be afraid,

He said.

I shall not hurt you.

And he began to praise her gardens,

Of which he had heard the servant speak,

And the birds and flowers which she loved,

Till the princess's anger softened,

And she answered him with gentle words.

Indeed,

They soon became so friendly that she vowed she would marry no one else,

And confided to him that in three days her father would be off to the wars,

Leaving his sword in her room.

If any man could find it and bring it to him,

He would receive her hand as a reward.

At this point,

The youth jumped up hastily,

Saying,

Of course I shall ride with the king to the war,

And if I do not return,

Take your violin every evening to the seashore and play on it,

So that the very beautiful creatures who live at the bottom of the ocean may hear it and come to you.

Just as the princess had foretold,

In three days the king set out for the war with a large following,

And among them was the young clever prince who had presented himself at court as a young noble in search of adventures.

They had left the city many miles behind them when the king suddenly discovered that he had forgotten his sword,

And though all his attendants instantly offered theirs,

He declared that he could fight with none but his own.

The first man who brings it to me from my daughter's room,

Cried he,

Shall not only have her to wife,

But after my death shall be king.

At this,

The red knight,

The young prince,

And several more turned their horses to ride as fast as the wind back to the palace,

But suddenly a better plan entered the prince's head,

And,

Letting the others pass,

He took his precious parcel from his breast and wished himself a lion.

On he bounded,

Uttering such dreadful roars that the horses were frightened and grew unmanageable,

And he easily outstripped them and soon reached the gates of the palace.

There he hastily changed himself into a bee and flew straight into their princess's room where he became a man again.

She showed him where the sword hung concealed behind a curtain.

He took it down,

Saying as he did so,

Be sure not to forget what you have promised to do.

The princess made no reply,

But smiled sweetly,

And slipping a gold ring from her finger,

She broke it in two and held half out silently to the prince,

While the other half she put in her own pocket.

He kissed it and ran down the stairs.

Along the way off,

He met the red knight,

And the red knight at first tried to take the sword from him by force,

But as the youth proved to be strong for him,

He gave up and resolved to wait for a better opportunity.

This soon came,

For the day was hot and the princess was thirsty.

Perceiving a little stream that ran into the sea,

He turned aside and,

Unbuckling the sword,

Flung himself on the ground for a long drink.

Unluckily,

The mermaid happened at that moment to be floating on the water not very far off,

And knew he was the boy who had been given her before he was born.

So,

She floated gently in to where he was lying,

She seized him by the arm,

And the waves closed over them both.

Hardly had they disappeared,

When the red knight stole cautiously up and could hardly believe his eyes when he saw the king's sword on the bank.

He wondered what had become of the youth,

Who an hour before had guarded his treasure so fiercely,

But,

After all,

That was no affair of his,

So,

Fastening the sword to his belt,

He carried it to the king.

The war was soon over,

And the king returned to his people,

Who welcomed him with shouts of joy.

But when the princess from her window saw that her love was not among the attendants riding behind her father,

Her heart sank,

For she knew that some evil must have befallen him,

And she feared the red knight.

She had long ago learned how wicked he was,

And something whispered to her that it was he who would gain the credit of having carried back the sword,

And would claim her as his bride,

Though he had never even entered her chamber.

She could do nothing,

For although the king loved her,

He never let her stand in the way of his plans.

The poor princess was only too right,

And everything came to pass exactly as she had foreseen it.

The king told her that the red knight had won her fairly,

And that the wedding would take place the next day,

And there would be a great feast after it.

In those days,

Feasts were much longer and more splendid than they are now,

And it was growing dark when the princess,

Tired out with all she had gone through,

Stole up to her own room for a little quiet.

But the moon was shining so brightly over the sea that it seemed to draw her towards it,

And taking her violin under her arm,

She crept down to the shore.

Listen,

Listen,

Said the mermaid to the prince,

Who was lying stretched on a bed of seaweeds at the bottom of the sea.

That is your old love playing.

I hear nothing,

Answered the youth,

Who did not look happy.

Take me higher,

Where the sounds can reach me.

The mermaid took him on her shoulders and bore him up midway to the surface.

Can you hear now,

She asked?

No,

Answered the prince.

I hear nothing but the water rushing.

I must go higher still.

Then the mermaid carried him to the very top.

You must surely be able to hear now,

Said she.

I hear nothing but the water,

Repeated the youth.

So she took him right to the land.

Can you hear now,

She asked again?

The water is still rushing in my ears,

Answered he,

But wait a little.

That will soon pass off.

As he spoke,

He put his hand into his breast,

And seizing the hair,

Wished himself a bee,

And flew straight into the pocket of the princess.

The mermaid looked in vain for him,

And waited all night upon the sea,

But he never came back,

And never more did he gladden her eyes.

The princess felt that something strange was about her,

Though she knew not what,

And returned quickly to the palace,

Where the young man at once resumed his own shape.

Oh,

What joy filled her heart at the sight of him,

But there was no time to be lost,

And she let him right into the hall,

Where the king and his nobles were still sitting at the feast.

Here is a man who boasts that he can do wonderful tricks,

Said she,

Better even than the red knight.

That cannot be true,

Of course,

But it might be well to give this imposter a lesson.

He pretends,

For instance,

That he can turn himself into a lion,

But that I do not believe.

I know that you've studied the art of magic,

She went on,

Turning to the red knight.

So suppose you just show him how it's done,

And bring shame upon him.

The red knight had never opened a book of magic in his life,

But he was accustomed to think that he could do everything better than other people without any teaching at all.

So he turned and twisted himself about,

And bellowed and made faces,

But he did not become a lion for all that.

Well,

Perhaps it's very difficult to change into a lion.

Make yourself a bear,

Said the princess.

But the red knight found it no easier to become a bear than a lion.

Try a bee,

Suggested she.

I have always read that anyone who can do magic at all can do that.

And the old knight buzzed and hummed,

But he remained a man and not a bee.

Now it is your turn,

Said the princess to the youth.

Let us see if you can change yourself into a lion.

And in a moment,

Such a fierce creature stood before them that all the guests rushed out of the hall,

Treading each other underfoot in their fright.

The lion sprang at the red knight and would have torn him in pieces had not the princess held him back and bidden him to change himself into a man again.

And in a second,

A man took the place of the lion.

Now become a bear,

Said she.

And a bear advanced,

Panting and stretching out his arms to the red knight,

Who shrank behind the princess.

By this time,

Some of the guests had regained their courage and returned as far as the door,

Thinking that if it was safe for the princess,

Perhaps it was safe for them.

The king,

Who was braver than they and felt it needful to set them a good example,

Had never left his seat,

And then at a new command of the princess,

The bear once more turned into a man.

He was silent from astonishment,

And a suspicion of the truth began to dawn on him.

Was it he who fetched the sword,

Asked the king?

Yes,

It was,

Answered the princess,

And then she told him the whole story and how she had broken her gold ring and given him half of it.

And the prince took out his half of the ring,

And the princess took out hers,

And they fitted perfectly.

Next day,

The deceitful red knight was stripped from his knighthood and was demoted back to serf as he richly deserved,

And the kingdom celebrated a new marriage feast for the young prince and princess,

Who then lived happily ever after.

Reviews

Lovely story♾️✨️🖤🧜🏽‍♀️
Thank you kindly♾️💜
🙏🏼♾️🌟🌚🌙 🕉 Shanti

Put me out like a light! No memories of the ending of the story.
Nice voice and cadence. Thank you!