Story of the Foreign Fairy Chapter 41

When the wind blows over the grass, the field is like a lake with ripples. When it sweeps over the wheat, the field is like a sea with a layer of waves. This is called the dance of the wind. But listen to the story it tells: it sings the story. The sound of a story in the forest treetops is different from the sound it makes through the vents and cracks in the wall. 

See how the wind drives away the clouds in the sky like a flock of sheep! Listen, how the wind whistles through the open door, just like the gatekeeper blowing his trumpet! What a marvelous sound it makes as it blows in from chimneys and fireplaces! The fire crackled and burned, illuminating the far corners of the room. It's so warm and cozy here, and what a pleasure it is to sit here and listen to these sounds. Let Feng'er speak for himself! Because it knows many more stories and fairy tales than any of us will ever know. Now listen, listen to what it says.

"Hoo ho ho! Go!" was the refrain of its song.

"On the shore of the 'giant belt' (Note: This refers to a strait between the Danish islands of Sjaelland and AEyn, 40 miles long and 10 miles wide), there stood An old house; it has thick red walls," Feng'er said. "I know every stone of it; when it belonged to Marsk Stig of Neset (Note: Marsk Stig murdered King Eirk V of Denmark (Eirk V, 1249? 1286). According to According to Danish folklore, he took this action because the king had seduced his wife.) I saw it when the fortress had to be demolished and the stone was used in another place to build a new wall. A new house was built which is the Manor of Polebu: it still stands there.

"I have known and seen the noble lords and ladies there, and the descendants who live there. Now I will tell the story of Valdemardu and his daughters.