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consideredthetimesoftheDanishking,Hans,asthenoblestand

happiest.

Theconversationonthistopicwasonlyinterruptedforamoment

bythearrivalofanewspaper,whichdidnot,however,containmuch

worthreading,andwhileitisstillgoingonwewillpayavisitto

theante-room,inwhichcloaks,sticks,andgolosheswerecarefully

placed.Heresattwomaidens,oneyoung,andtheotherold,asifthey

hadcomeandwerewaitingtoaccompanytheirmistresseshome;

buton

lookingatthemmoreclosely,itcouldeasilybeseenthattheywere

nocommonservants.Theirshapesweretoograceful,their

complexionstoodelicate,andthecutoftheirdressesmuchtoo

elegant.Theyweretwofairies.TheyoungerwasnotFortuneherself,

butthechambermaidofoneofFortune'

sattendants,whocarries

abouthermoretriflinggifts.Theelderone,whowasnamedCare,

lookedrathergloomy;

shealwaysgoesabouttoperformherown

businessinperson;

forthensheknowsitisproperlydone.They

weretellingeachotherwheretheyhadbeenduringtheday.The

messengerofFortunehadonlytransactedafewunimportantmatters;

forinstance,shehadpreservedanewbonnetfromashowerofrain,

andobtainedforanhonestmanabowfromatitlednobody,andso

on;

butshehadsomethingextraordinarytorelate,afterall.

"

Imusttellyou,"

saidshe,"

thatto-dayismybirthday;

andin

honorofitIhavebeenintrustedwithapairofgoloshes,to

introduceamongstmankind.Thesegolosheshavethepropertyof

makingeveryonewhoputsthemonimaginehimselfinanyplacehe

wishes,orthatheexistsatanyperiod.Everywishisfulfilledat

themomentitisexpressed,sothatforoncemankindhavethechance

ofbeinghappy."

No,"

repliedCare;

youmaydependuponitthatwhoeverputson

thosegolosheswillbeveryunhappy,andblessthemomentinwhich

hecangetridofthem."

Whatareyouthinkingof?

repliedtheother."

Nowsee;

Iwill

placethembythedoor;

someonewilltaketheminsteadofhisown,

andhewillbethehappyman."

Thiswastheendoftheirconversation.

COUNSELLOR

WHATHAPPENEDTOTHECOUNSELLOR

ITwaslatewhenCounsellorKnapp,lostinthoughtaboutthetimes

ofKingHans,desiredtoreturnhome;

andfatesoordereditthathe

putonthegoloshesofFortuneinsteadofhisown,andwalkedoutinto

theEastStreet.Throughthemagicpowerofthegoloshes,hewasat

oncecarriedbackthreehundredyears,tothetimesofKingHans,

forwhichhehadbeenlongingwhenheputthemon.Thereforehe

immediatelysethisfootintothemudandmireofthestreet,whichin

thosedayspossessednopavement.

Why,thisishorrible;

howdreadfullydirtyitis!

saidthe

counsellor;

andthewholepavementhasvanished,andthelampsareall

out."

Themoonhadnotyetrisenhighenoughtopenetratethethick

foggyair,andalltheobjectsaroundhimwereconfusedtogetherin

thedarkness.Atthenearestcorner,alamphungbeforeapictureof

theMadonna;

butthelightitgavewasalmostuseless,forheonly

perceiveditwhenhecamequitecloseandhiseyesfellonthepainted

figuresoftheMotherandChild.

Thatismostlikelyamuseumofart,"

thoughthe,"

andthey

haveforgottentotakedownthesign."

Twomen,inthedressofoldentimes,passedbyhim.

Whatoddfigures!

thoughthe;

theymustbereturningfrom

somemasquerade."

Suddenlyheheardthesoundofadrumandfifes,andthena

blazinglightfromtorchesshoneuponhim.Thecounsellorstared

withastonishmentashebeheldamoststrangeprocessionpassbefore

him.Firstcameawholetroopofdrummers,beatingtheirdrumsvery

cleverly;

theywerefollowedbylife-guards,withlongbowsand

crossbows.Theprincipalpersonintheprocessionwasa

clerical-lookinggentleman.Theastonishedcounselloraskedwhatit

allmeant,andwhothegentlemanmightbe.

ThatisthebishopofZealand."

Goodgracious!

heexclaimed;

whatintheworldhashappened

tothebishop?

whatcanhebethinkingabout?

Thenheshookhis

headandsaid,"

Itcannotpossiblybethebishophimself."

Whilemusingonthisstrangeaffair,andwithoutlookingtothe

rightorleft,hewalkedonthroughEastStreetandoverHighbridge

Place.Thebridge,whichhesupposedledtoPalaceSquare,wasnowhere

tobefound;

butinstead,hesawabankandsomeshallowwater,and

twopeople,whosatinaboat.

DoesthegentlemanwishtobeferriedovertheHolm?

askedone.

TotheHolm!

exclaimedthecounsellor,notknowinginwhatage

hewasnowexisting;

IwanttogotoChristian'

sHaven,inLittle

TurfStreet."

Themenstaredathim."

Praytellmewherethebridge

is!

saidhe."

Itisshamefulthatthelampsarenotlightedhere,and

itisasmuddyasifonewerewalkinginamarsh."

Butthemorehe

talkedwiththeboatmenthelesstheycouldunderstandeachother.

Idon'

tunderstandyouroutlandishtalk,"

hecriedatlast,

angrilyturninghisbackuponthem.Hecouldnot,however,findthe

bridgenoranyrailings.

Whatascandalousconditionthisplaceisin,"

saidhe;

never,

certainly,hadhefoundhisowntimessomiserableasonthisevening.

Ithinkitwillbebetterformetotakeacoach;

butwhereare

they?

Therewasnotonetobeseen!

Ishallbeobligedtogobackto

theking'

snewmarket,"

saidhe,"

wherethereareplentyof

carriagesstanding,orIshallneverreachChristian'

sHaven."

Thenhe

wenttowardsEastStreet,andhadnearlypassedthroughit,whenthe

moonburstforthfromacloud.

Dearme,whathavetheybeenerectinghere?

hecried,ashe

caughtsightoftheEastgate,whichinoldentimesusedtostandat

theendofEastStreet.However,hefoundanopeningthroughwhich

hepassed,andcameoutuponwhereheexpectedtofindthenewmarket.

Nothingwastobeseenbutanopenmeadow,surroundedbyafewbushes,

throughwhichranabroadcanalorstream.Afewmiserable-looking

woodenbooths,fortheaccommodationofDutchwatermen,stoodonthe

oppositeshore.

EitherIbeholdafatamorgana,orImustbetipsy,"

groaned

thecounsellor."

Whatcanitbe?

Whatisthematterwithme?

He

turnedbackinthefullconvictionthathemustbeill.Inwalking

throughthestreetthistime,heexaminedthehousesmoreclosely;

hefoundthatmostofthemwerebuiltoflathandplaster,andmany

hadonlyathatchedroof.

Iamcertainlyallwrong,"

saidhe,withasigh;

andyetIonly

drankoneglassofpunch.ButIcannotbeareventhat,anditwasvery

foolishtogiveuspunchandhotsalmon;

Ishallspeakaboutittoour

hostess,theagent'

slady.SupposeIweretogobacknowandsayhow

illIfeel,Ifearitwouldlooksoridiculous,anditisnotvery

likelythatIshouldfindanyoneup."

Thenhelookedforthehouse,

butitwasnotinexistence.

Thisisreallyfrightful;

IcannotevenrecognizeEastStreet.

Notashoptobeseen;

nothingbutold,wretched,tumble-down

houses,justasifIwereatRoeskildeorRingstedt.Oh,Ireallymust

beill!

Itisnousetostanduponceremony.Butwhereintheworldis

theagent'

shouse.Thereisahouse,butitisnothis;

andpeople

stillupinit,Icanhear.Ohdear!

Icertainlyamveryqueer."

Ashe

reachedthehalf-opendoor,hesawalightandwentin.Itwasa

tavernoftheoldentimes,andseemedakindofbeershop.Theroomhad

theappearanceofaDutchinterior.Anumberofpeople,consisting

ofseamen,Copenhagencitizens,andafewscholars,satindeep

conversationovertheirmugs,andtookverylittlenoticeofthenew

comer.

Pardonme,"

saidthecounsellor,addressingthelandlady,"

Ido

notfeelquitewell,andIshouldbemuchobligedifyouwillsendfor

aflytotakemetoChristian'

Thewomanstaredathimand

shookherhead.ThenshespoketohiminGerman.Thecounsellor

supposedfromthisthatshedidnotunderstandDanish;

hetherefore

repeatedhisrequestinGerman.This,aswellashissingulardress,

convincedthewomanthathewasaforeigner.Shesoonunderstood,

however,thathedidnotfindhimselfquitewell,andtherefore

broughthimamugofwater.Ithadsomethingofthetasteofseawater,

certainly,althoughithadbeendrawnfromthewelloutside.Then

thecounsellorleanedhisheadonhishand,drewadeepbreath,and

ponderedoverallthestrangethingsthathadhappenedtohim.

Isthatto-day'

snumberoftheDay?

heasked,quite

mechanically,ashesawthewomanputtingbyalargepieceofpaper.

Shedidnotunderstandwhathemeant,butshehandedhimthesheet;

it

wasawoodcut,representingameteor,whichhadappearedinthetown

ofCologne.

Thatisveryold,"

saidthecounsellor,becomingquitecheerful

atthesightofthisantiquedrawing."

Wheredidyougetthissingular

sheet?

Itisveryinteresting,althoughthewholeaffair