wearyfoxes
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There was once an old castle that stood in the middle of a deep gloomy wood, and in the castle lived an beautiful fairy. When any young man came within a hundred paces of her castle, he became quite fixed, and could not move a step till the fairy came and took him away with her, and the fairy put him into a cage, and hung him up in a chamber in the castle where she tickle tortured him day and night. There were seven hundred of these cages hanging in the castle, and all with unfortunate young ticklish men in them.
Now there was once a maiden whose name was Jorinda. She was prettier than all the pretty girls that ever were seen before, and a shepherd lad, whose name was Jorindel, who was very fond of her, and they were soon to be married. One day they went to walk in the wood, that they might be alone; and Jorindel said, 'We must take care that we don't go too near to the fairy's castle.' It was a beautiful evening; the last rays of the setting sun shone bright through the long stems of the trees upon the green underwood beneath, and the turtle-doves sang from the tall birches.
Jorinda sat down to gaze upon the sun; Jorindel sat by her side. Like always, Jorinda asked Jorindel whether she might tickle his feet, for they both enjoyed this game very much when no one else was around. Of course, Jorindel dutifully put his feet in Jorinda’s lap and closed his eyes while the maiden skillfully removed his boots and locked his ankles into place. Soon, the maiden raked her fingers all over Jorindel’s bare soles and the stillness of the forest was filled with the young lad’s laughter.
Suddenly, she stopped, for they both felt sad, they knew not why; but it seemed as if they were to be parted from one another for ever.
The sun was setting fast, and Jorindel on a sudden looked behind him, and saw through the bushes that they had, without knowing it, sat down close under the old walls of the fairy’s castle. Looking down at his bare feet, he shrank for fear, turned pale, and trembled. Jorinda, still holding the lad's feet in her hands, was just singing,
'The ring-dove sang from the willow spray,
Well-a-day! Well-a-day!
She mourn'd for the feet of her darling mate,
Well-a-day!'
Jorindel, however, suddenly could not move; he remained fixed as a stone, and could neither weep, nor speak, nor stir hand or foot. And now the sun went quite down; the gloomy night came.
When Jorinda turned around, she beheld that the fairy had appeared and she realized that Jorindel would soon been taken away by the fairy into her castle.
The fairy took Jorindel’s ankle in her hand and began to drag her finger over the bottom of Jorindel’s foot and sang:
‘The prisoner’s feet
A just punishment will meet,
Down in the hole
Will I torture his sole,
And the spell has bound him,
In bare feet as I found him!'
With that, the fairy seized Jorindel, and dragged him away with her. Poor Jorinda saw her lover was gone-- but what could she do? All that she had left of him were his boots that she was holding in her hand.
Then Jorinda fell on her knees before the fairy, and prayed her to give him back his dear Jorindel: but the fairy laughed at her, and said he should never see him again or lay hand on the young man’s tender soles; then she went her way.
Jorinda prayed, she wept, she sorrowed, but all in vain. Would she ever hear Jorindel’s laughter again when she tormented his tender soles?
That night, Jorinda dreamt that she had found a bird with beautiful purple feathers, and she dreamt that she plucked one of the feathers, and went with it in her hand into the castle, and that everyone she tickled with it was disenchanted, and that there she found her Jorindel again.
In the morning when she awoke, she began to search over hill and dale for this pretty bird; and eight long days she sought for it in vain: but on the ninth day, early in the morning, she found the beautiful bird. Then she plucked the feather, and set out and travelled day and night, till she came again to the castle.
Jorinda was very glad indeed to see this. Then she touched the door with the feather, and it sprang open; so that she went in through the court, and listened when she heard the agonizing laughter of so many young lads.
At last she came to the chamber where the fairy sat, with seven hundred young lads laughing and writhing in agony in seven hundred cages that hung from the ceiling. The fairy whizzed from cage to cage and tickled the young men’s bare feet without mercy from underneath. When she saw Jorinda she was very angry, and screamed with rage for she did not want to share her utter enjoyment of this tickle torture; but she could not come within two yards of Jorinda, for the feather she held in her hand was her safeguard.
Jorinda looked around at the men, but alas! there were many, many young lads, and the cages were so high up, how then should she find out which was her Jorindel? Suddenly, Jorinda had an idea: she went from cage to cage and ran the purple feather over each young lad’s naked soles so that she would recognize her lover by his laughter. When she arrived at the very last cage and ran the feather over the captive’s soles, three times from heel to toe, four times around the arch and five times across his instep, she recognized that it was Jorindel, for he was laughing and wriggling as hard as he had done so many times before when she had tickled his feet in the forest. And she threw her arms round his legs looking as beautiful as ever, as beautiful as when they walked together in the wood. In her joy, she began to kiss his feet with her rosy lips, ran her warm, wet tongue across his soles and with her pearly white teeth nibbled and sucked on each of his toes.
Then she also kissed and caressed all the other young lads’ feet, so that they all began to groan and sigh and enjoy themselves once more; and after Jorindel promised that Jorinda would be the only one to tickle the bottom of his feet from now on, she took Jorindel home, where they were married, and lived happily together many years: Jorinda never let a day go by without tickling Jorindel and so did a good many other girls, who married the other lads who had been forced to endure the tickle torture on their bare feet in the fairy's cages, much longer than they liked.
And, of course, Jorinda kept the purple feather but threw away Jorindel’s boots, for she much preferred to have access to his bare feet whenever and wherever she pleased.
Now there was once a maiden whose name was Jorinda. She was prettier than all the pretty girls that ever were seen before, and a shepherd lad, whose name was Jorindel, who was very fond of her, and they were soon to be married. One day they went to walk in the wood, that they might be alone; and Jorindel said, 'We must take care that we don't go too near to the fairy's castle.' It was a beautiful evening; the last rays of the setting sun shone bright through the long stems of the trees upon the green underwood beneath, and the turtle-doves sang from the tall birches.
Jorinda sat down to gaze upon the sun; Jorindel sat by her side. Like always, Jorinda asked Jorindel whether she might tickle his feet, for they both enjoyed this game very much when no one else was around. Of course, Jorindel dutifully put his feet in Jorinda’s lap and closed his eyes while the maiden skillfully removed his boots and locked his ankles into place. Soon, the maiden raked her fingers all over Jorindel’s bare soles and the stillness of the forest was filled with the young lad’s laughter.
Suddenly, she stopped, for they both felt sad, they knew not why; but it seemed as if they were to be parted from one another for ever.
The sun was setting fast, and Jorindel on a sudden looked behind him, and saw through the bushes that they had, without knowing it, sat down close under the old walls of the fairy’s castle. Looking down at his bare feet, he shrank for fear, turned pale, and trembled. Jorinda, still holding the lad's feet in her hands, was just singing,
'The ring-dove sang from the willow spray,
Well-a-day! Well-a-day!
She mourn'd for the feet of her darling mate,
Well-a-day!'
Jorindel, however, suddenly could not move; he remained fixed as a stone, and could neither weep, nor speak, nor stir hand or foot. And now the sun went quite down; the gloomy night came.
When Jorinda turned around, she beheld that the fairy had appeared and she realized that Jorindel would soon been taken away by the fairy into her castle.
The fairy took Jorindel’s ankle in her hand and began to drag her finger over the bottom of Jorindel’s foot and sang:
‘The prisoner’s feet
A just punishment will meet,
Down in the hole
Will I torture his sole,
And the spell has bound him,
In bare feet as I found him!'
With that, the fairy seized Jorindel, and dragged him away with her. Poor Jorinda saw her lover was gone-- but what could she do? All that she had left of him were his boots that she was holding in her hand.
Then Jorinda fell on her knees before the fairy, and prayed her to give him back his dear Jorindel: but the fairy laughed at her, and said he should never see him again or lay hand on the young man’s tender soles; then she went her way.
Jorinda prayed, she wept, she sorrowed, but all in vain. Would she ever hear Jorindel’s laughter again when she tormented his tender soles?
That night, Jorinda dreamt that she had found a bird with beautiful purple feathers, and she dreamt that she plucked one of the feathers, and went with it in her hand into the castle, and that everyone she tickled with it was disenchanted, and that there she found her Jorindel again.
In the morning when she awoke, she began to search over hill and dale for this pretty bird; and eight long days she sought for it in vain: but on the ninth day, early in the morning, she found the beautiful bird. Then she plucked the feather, and set out and travelled day and night, till she came again to the castle.
Jorinda was very glad indeed to see this. Then she touched the door with the feather, and it sprang open; so that she went in through the court, and listened when she heard the agonizing laughter of so many young lads.
At last she came to the chamber where the fairy sat, with seven hundred young lads laughing and writhing in agony in seven hundred cages that hung from the ceiling. The fairy whizzed from cage to cage and tickled the young men’s bare feet without mercy from underneath. When she saw Jorinda she was very angry, and screamed with rage for she did not want to share her utter enjoyment of this tickle torture; but she could not come within two yards of Jorinda, for the feather she held in her hand was her safeguard.
Jorinda looked around at the men, but alas! there were many, many young lads, and the cages were so high up, how then should she find out which was her Jorindel? Suddenly, Jorinda had an idea: she went from cage to cage and ran the purple feather over each young lad’s naked soles so that she would recognize her lover by his laughter. When she arrived at the very last cage and ran the feather over the captive’s soles, three times from heel to toe, four times around the arch and five times across his instep, she recognized that it was Jorindel, for he was laughing and wriggling as hard as he had done so many times before when she had tickled his feet in the forest. And she threw her arms round his legs looking as beautiful as ever, as beautiful as when they walked together in the wood. In her joy, she began to kiss his feet with her rosy lips, ran her warm, wet tongue across his soles and with her pearly white teeth nibbled and sucked on each of his toes.
Then she also kissed and caressed all the other young lads’ feet, so that they all began to groan and sigh and enjoy themselves once more; and after Jorindel promised that Jorinda would be the only one to tickle the bottom of his feet from now on, she took Jorindel home, where they were married, and lived happily together many years: Jorinda never let a day go by without tickling Jorindel and so did a good many other girls, who married the other lads who had been forced to endure the tickle torture on their bare feet in the fairy's cages, much longer than they liked.
And, of course, Jorinda kept the purple feather but threw away Jorindel’s boots, for she much preferred to have access to his bare feet whenever and wherever she pleased.
