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Anne Lisbeth
by Hans Christian Andersen（1859）
ANNE LISBETH was a beautiful young woman， with a red and white complexion， glittering white teeth， and clear soft eyes； and her footstep was light in the dance， but her mind was lighter still. She had a little child， not at all pretty； so he was put out to be nursed by a laborer's wife， and his mother went to the count's castle. She sat in splendid rooms， richly decorated with silk and velvet； not a breath of air was allowed to blow upon her， and no one was allowed to speak to her harshly， for she was nurse to the count's child. He was fair and delicate as a prince， and beautiful as an angel； and how she loved this child！ Her own boy was provided for by being at the laborer's where the mouth watered more frequently than the pot boiled， and where in general no one was at home to take care of the child. Then he would cry， but what nobody knows nobody cares for； so he would cry till he was tired， and then fall asleep； and while we are asleep we can feel neither hunger nor thirst. Ah， yes； sleep is a capital invention.
As years went on， Anne Lisbeth's child GREw apace like weeds， although they said his growth had been stunted. He had become quite a member of the family in which he dwelt； they received money to keep him， so that his mother got rid of him altogether. She had become quite a lady； she had a comfortable home of her own in the town； and out of doors， when she went for a walk， she wore a bonnet； but she never walked out to see the laborer： that was too far from the town， and， indeed， she had nothing to go for， the boy now belonged to these laboring people. He had food， and he could also do something towards earning his living； he took care of Mary's red cow， for he knew how to tend cattle and make himself useful.
the GREat dog by the yard gate of a nobleman's mansion sits proudly on the top of his kennel when the sun shines， and barks at every one that passes； but if it rains， he creeps into his house， and there he is warm and dry. Anne Lisbeth's boy also sat in the sunshine on the top of the fence， cutting out a little toy. If it was spring-time， he knew of three strawberry-plants in blossom， which would certainly bear fruit. This was his most hopeful thought， though it often came to nothing. And he had to sit out in the rain in the worst weather， and get wet to the skin， and let the cold wind dry the clothes on his back afterwards. If he went near the farmyard belonging to the count， he was pushed and knocked about， for the men and the maids said he was so horrible ugly； but he was used to all this， for nobody loved him. This was how the world treated Anne Lisbeth's boy， and how could it be otherwise. It was his fate to be beloved by no one. Hitherto he had been a land crab； the land at last cast him adrift. He went to sea in a wretched vessel， and sat at the helm， while the skipper sat over the grog-can. He was dirty and ugly， half-frozen and half-starved； he always looked as if he never had enough to eat， which was really the case.
Late in the autumn， when the weather was rough， windy， and wet， and the cold penetrated through the thickest clothing， especially at sea， a wretched boat went out to sea with only two men on board， or， more correctly， a man and a half， for it was the skipper and his boy. There had only been a kind of twilight all day， and it soon GREw quite dark， and so bitterly cold， that the skipper took a dram to warm him. The bottle was old， and the glass too. It was perfect in the upper part， but the foot was broken off， and it had therefore been fixed upon a little carved block of wood， painted blue. A dram is a great comfort， and two are better still， thought the skipper， while the boy sat at the helm， which he held fast in his hard seamed hands. He was ugly， and his hair was matted， and he looked crippled and stunted； they called him the field-laborer's boy， though in the church register he was entered as Anne Lisbeth's son. The wind cut through the rigging， and the boat cut through the sea. The sails， filled by the wind， swelled out and carried them along in wild career. It was wet and rough above and below， and might still be worse. Hold！ what is that？ What has struck the boat？ Was it a waterspout， or a heavy sea rolling suddenly upon them？
“Heaven help us！” cried the boy at the helm， as the boat heeled over and lay on its beam ends. It had struck on a rock， which rose from the depths of the sea， and sank at once， like an old shoe in a puddle. “It sank at once with mouse and man，” as the saying is. There might have been mice on board， but only one man and a half， the skipper and the laborer's boy. No one saw it but the skimming sea-gulls and the fishes beneath the water； and even they did not see it properly， for they darted back with terror as the boat filled with water and sank. There it lay， scarcely a fathom below the surface， and those two were provided for， buried， and forgotten. The glass with the foot of blue wood was the only thing that did not sink， for the wood floated and the glass drifted away to be cast upon the shore and broken； where and when， is indeed of no consequence. It had served its purpose， and it had been loved， which Anne Lisbeth's boy had not been. But in heaven no soul will be able to say， “Never loved.”
Anne Lisbeth had now lived in the town many years； she was called “Madame，” and felt dignified in consequence； she remembered the old， noble days， in which she had driven in the carriage， and had associated with countess and baroness. Her beautiful， noble child had been a dear angel， and possessed the kindest heart； he had loved her so much， and she had loved him in return； they had kissed and loved each other， and the boy had been her joy， her second life. Now he was fourteen years of age， tall， handsome， and clever. She had not seen him since she carried him in her arms； neither had she been for years to the count's palace； it was quite a journey thither from the town.
“I must make one effort to go，” said Anne Lisbeth， “to see my darling， the count's sweet child， and press him to my heart. Certainly he must long to see me， too， the young count； no doubt he thinks of me and loves me， as in those days when he would fling his angel-arms round my neck， and lisp 'Anne Liz.' It was music to my ears. Yes， I must make an effort to see him again.” She drove across the country in a grazier's cart， and then got out， and continued her journey on foot， and thus reached the count's castle. It was as GREat and magnificent as it had always been， and the garden looked the same as ever； all the servants were strangers to her， not one of them knew Anne Lisbeth， nor of what consequence she had once been there； but she felt sure the countess would soon let them know it， and her darling boy， too： how she longed to see him！
Now that Anne Lisbeth was at her journey's end， she was kept waiting a long time； and for those who wait， time passes slowly. But before the GREat people went in to dinner， she was called in and spoken to very graciously. She was to go in again after dinner， and then she would see her sweet boy once more. How tall， and slender， and thin he had grown； but the eyes and the sweet angel mouth were still beautiful. He looked at her， but he did not speak， he certainly did not know who she was. He turned round and was going away， but she seized his hand and pressed it to her lips.
“Well， well，” he said； and with that he walked out of the room. He who filled her every thought！ he whom she loved best， and who was her whole earthly pride！
Anne Lisbeth went forth from the castle into the public road， feeling mournful and sad； he whom she had nursed day and night， and even now carried about in her dreams， had been cold and strange， and had not a word or thought respecting her. A GREat black raven darted down in front of her on the high road， and croaked dismally.
“Ah，” said she， “what bird of ill omen art thou？” Presently she passed the laborer's hut； his wife stood at the door， and the two women spoke to each other.
“You look well，” said the woman； “you're fat and plump； you are well off.”
“Oh yes，” answered Anne Lisbeth.
“the boat went down with them，” continued the woman； “Hans the skipper and the boy were both drowned； so there's an end of them. I always thought the boy would be able to help me with a few dollars. He'll never cost you anything more， Anne Lisbeth.”
“So they were drowned，” repeated Anne Lisbeth； but she said no more， and the subject was dropped. She felt very low-spirited， because her count-child had shown no inclination to speak to her who loved him so well， and who had travelled so far to see him. The journey had cost money too， and she had derived no GREat pleasure from it. Still she said not a word of all this； she could not relieve her heart by telling the laborer's wife， lest the latter should think she did not enjoy her former position at the castle. Then the raven flew over her， screaming again as he flew.
“the black wretch！” said Anne Lisbeth， “he will end by frightening me today.” She had brought coffee and chicory with her， for she thought it would be a charity to the poor woman to give them to her to boil a cup of coffee， and then she would take a cup herself.
the woman prepared the coffee， and in the meantime Anne Lisbeth seated her in a chair and fell asleep. Then she dreamed of something which she had never dreamed before； singularly enough she dreamed of her own child， who had wept and hungered in the laborer's hut， and had been knocked about in heat and in cold， and who was now lying in the depths of the sea， in a spot only known by God. She fancied she was still sitting in the hut， where the woman was busy preparing the coffee， for she could smell the coffee-berries roasting. But suddenly it seemed to her that there stood on the threshold a beautiful young form， as beautiful as the count's child， and this apparition said to her， “The world is passing away； hold fast to me， for you are my mother after all； you have an angel in heaven， hold me fast；” and the child-angel stretched out his hand and seized her. Then there was a terrible crash， as of a world crumbling to pieces， and the angel-child was rising from the earth， and holding her by the sleeve so tightly that she felt herself lifted from the ground； but， on the other hand， something heavy hung to her feet and dragged her down， and it seemed as if hundreds of women were clinging to her， and crying， “If thou art to be saved， we must be saved too. Hold fast， hold fast.” And then they all hung on her， but there were too many； and as they clung the sleeve was torn， and Anne Lisbeth fell down in horror， and awoke. Indeed she was on the point of falling over in reality with the chair on which she sat； but she was so startled and alarmed that she could not remember what she had dreamed， only that it was something very dreadful.
