The Greenlanders - Jane Smiley [214]
Now Margret could not remember what was supposed to happen next, and she thought of giving up the tale, but she saw that the four children were listening closely, and so she stood up and got herself a drink of water. Indeed, it was the tale of the tower that had always attracted her as a child, and she remembered now that her attention had always wandered during the rest. She took some sips of water, and the children looked at her expectantly. “Well,” she said, and then from her bedcloset the voice of Freya said, “The bride. The bride was so ugly that she could not bear to look at herself in the mirror.” And so Margret was reminded, and went on.
This was the very castle of the prince who had once loved the Princess Thorunn, but he thought she would be dead by now, and so he had let his father betroth him to another princess, from Germany, who was so ugly that she could not bear to look at herself in the mirror. She was very rich, but her father never let anyone see her, and so she came to Hardanger Fjord thickly veiled in silk veils. Now the wedding day arrived, and Thorunn, who was but a servingmaid, took the bride’s morning meat up to her. The bride saw her and said, “Thorunn, you are a pretty maid indeed. This is my fear, that when we go in our procession to the church, the folk will laugh and throw things at me, for indeed, I am very ugly. I wish you to wear the bridal clothing and walk in my stead.” But Thorunn said that this would be a sin, and she could not. Now the ugly princess grew very wrathful and swore that she would have Thorunn’s head cut off if she did not obey her, and so Thorunn donned the wedding clothes and went down and took her place in the procession.
When the prince saw her, he was pleasantly surprised, and thought maybe his marriage wouldn’t be so bad after all, because this German princess looked so very like his dear Thorunn. And so the procession began, and it was not simple as processions in Greenland are, for the church was very big, and the way was between two groups of folk who were all interested in the looks of the future queen, and everyone was dressed in colorful garments, and everything was very beautiful, but still the maid Thorunn’s heart was heavy, and she said some verses. When she passed a birch tree, she said, “Little birch tree, little birch tree, what dost thou here alone? Once I ate thy leaves, unboiled and unroasted.” And the prince looked at her, and said, “What?” and she said, “Nothing. I was only thinking of Princess Thorunn.” And he was a little amazed, because no one had ever spoken of that princess in his hearing in seven years.
Now they came to a footbridge, and the maid was greatly afraid, and she said, “Footbridge, footbridge, break not beneath my step, I am the false bride, and I am heartily sorry for it.” But when the prince asked her what she was saying, she only said, “Nothing. I was thinking of Princess Thorunn.” Now they came to the church door, and the princess was nearly swooning in dread because of her falsity, and so she said, “Church door, church roof, break not asunder. I am the false bride, but I am heartily sorry for it.” The prince said nothing, and they were married by the archbishop of Nidaros.
Now night came around, and the real princess came veiled into the prince’s chamber, and when she took off her veils, he was much horrified, and he said, “You are not she whom I am married to.”
“Indeed, I am your betrothed bride,” said the princess.
“Then what was it that you said to the birch tree as we passed it this morning?”
“It is not for me to speak to a birch tree,” said the princess. “I may be ugly, but I am a princess after all.”
“Then how did you speak to the footbridge?”
“It seems to me that you are mad. I spoke to no footbridge.”
“Then, indeed, what did you say to the church door and the church roof? If you cannot tell me, then you are not my wife.”
Now the princess bethought herself, and said, “I must go and talk to my maid, for she keeps my thoughts for me.