The Snow Queen In Seven Stories 21

“But Kay! tell me about little Kay!” said Gerda, “was he amongst the crowd?”

 

“Stop a bit, we are just coming to him. It was on the third day, there came marching cheerfully along to the palace a little personage, without horses or carriage, his eyes sparkling like yours; he had beautiful long hair, but his clothes were very poor.”

 

“That was Kay!” said Gerda joyfully. “Oh, then I have found him;” and she clapped her hands.

 

“He had a little knapsack on his back,” added the crow.

 

“No, it must have been his sledge,” said Gerda; “for he went away with it.”

 

“It may have been so,” said the crow; “I did not look at it very closely. But I know from my tame sweetheart that he passed through the palace gates, saw the guards in their silver uniform, and the servants in their liveries of gold on the stairs, but he was not in the least embarrassed. ‘It must be very tiresome to stand on the stairs,’ he said. ‘I prefer to go in.’ The rooms were blazing with light. Councillors and ambassadors walked about with bare feet, carrying golden vessels; it was enough to make any one feel serious. His boots creaked loudly as he walked, and yet he was not at all uneasy.”

 

“It must be Kay,” said Gerda, “I know he had new boots on, I have heard them creak in grandmother’s room.”

 

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