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Children's Stories — The Wicked Prince. Machine-transcribed; use the interactive transcript above to jump the player to any line.
There lived once upon a time a wicked prince whose heart and mind were set upon conquering all the countries of the world and on frightening the people. He devastated their countries with fire and soared, and his soldiers traw down the crops in the fields and destroyed the peasants' huts by fire so that the flames licked the grain leaves off the branches, and the fruit hung dried up on the singed black trees. Many a poor mother fled, her naked baby and her arms, behind the still smoking walls of her cottage. But also there the soldiers followed her, and when they found her she served as new nourishment to their diabolical enjoyments. Demons could not possibly have done worse things than these soldiers. The prince was of opinion that all this was right, and that it was only the natural course which things ought to take. His power increased day by day, his name was feared by all, and fortune favored his deeds. He brought enormous wealth home from the conquered towns, and gradually accumulated in his residence, riches which could nowhere be equaled.
He erected magnificent palaces, churches and halls, and all who saw these splendid buildings and great treasures explained admiringly, what a mighty prince! But they did not know what endless misery he had brought upon other countries. Nor did they hear the size and lamentations which rose up from the debris of the destroyed cities. The prince often looked with delight upon his gold and his magnificent edifices, and thought, like the crowd, what a mighty prince, but I must have more, much more. No power on earth must equal mine, far less exceeded. He made war with all his neighbors, and defeated them. The conquered kings were chained up with golden fetters to his chariot when he drove through the streets of his city. These kings had to kneel at his and his quarters his feet on this ad-at table, and live on the morsels which they left. At last the prince had his own statue erected on the public places, and fixed on the royal palaces. Now he even wished it to be placed in the churches, on the altars.
But in this the presupposed him, saying, Prince, you are mighty indeed, but God's power is much greater than yours. We dare not obey your orders. Well, said the prince, then I will conquer God too. And in his hotiness and foolish presumption, he ordered a magnificent ship to be constructed, with which he could sail through the air. It was gorgeously fitted out, and of many colors. Like the tail of a peacock, it was covered with thousands of eyes, but he jy was the barrel of a gun. The prince sat in the center of the ship, and had only to touch a spring in order to make thousands of bullets fly out in all directions, while the guns were at once loaded again. Hundreds of eagles were attached to the ship, and it rose with the swiftness of an arrow up towards the sun. The earth was soon left far below, and looked, with its mountains and woods like a cornfield where the plow had made furrows which separated green meadows. Soon it looked only like a map of indistinct lines upon it, and at last it entirely disappeared
in mist and clouds. Higher and higher rose the eagles up into the air, then God sent one of his numberless angels against the ship. The wicked prince showered thousands of bullets upon him, but they rebounded from his shining wings and fell down like ordinary hailstones. One drop of blood, one single drop, came out of the white feathers of the angel's wings, and fell upon the ship, in which the prince sat, burnt into it, and weighed upon it like thousands of hundred weights, dragging it rapidly down to the earth again. The strong wings of the eagles gave way, the wind roared round the prince's head, and the clouds around. Were they formed by the smoke rising up from the burnt cities? Look strange shapes, like crabs many, many miles long, were stretched their claws out after him, and rose up like enormous rocks from which rolling masses dashed down, and became fire-spitting dragons. The prince was lying half dead in his ship, when its sink at last with a terrible shock into the branches of a large tree in the wood.
"'I will conquer God,' said the prince. "'I have sworn it, my will must be done,' and he spent seven years into construction of wonderful ships to sail through the air, and had darts cast from the hardest steel to break the walls of heaven with. He gathered warriors from all countries, so many that when they were placed side by side, they covered the space of several miles. They entered the ships, and the prince was approaching his own, when God sent a swarm of gnats, one swarm of little gnats. They buzzed around the prince and stung his face in hands. Angle as he drew his sword and branched it, but he only touched the air and did not hit the gnats. Then he ordered his servants to bring costly coverings and wrap him in them, that the gnats might no longer be able to reach him. The servants carried out his orders, but one single gnat had placed itself inside one of the coverings, crept into the princesseer and stung him. The place burnt like fire, and the poison entered his blood. In the mad with pain, he tore off the coverings in his clothes too, flinging them far away,
and danced about before the eyes of his ferocious soldiers, who now mocked at him, the mad prince, who wished to make war with God, and was overcome by a single little gnat. End of the wicked prince by Hans Christian Andersen.
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