When Johannes went into his little room that evening, as he looked at the moon-shadows of the ivy leaves which stole across the brick floor, he fancied he heard a tap at the window. He thought it was an ivy leaf shaken by the wind. But it was such a distinct knocking, three taps each time, that Johannes softly opened the window and cautiously peeped out.
The ivy against the wall glistened in the blue gleam--the dark world below was full of mystery; there were hollows and caves, where the moon lighted up small blue sparks, which made the darkness behind seem deeper still. After staring for a long time into the marvels of the shadow-world, Johannes discerned the form of a tiny mannikin, close to the window, screened by a large ivy leaf. He at once recognised Wistik by his large wondering eyes and uplifted eyebrows. The moon had set a spark of light on the tip of Wistik"s long nose.
"Have you forgotten me, Johannes? Why do you never think of me? It is the right time of year. Have you asked Robin Redbreast to show you the way?"
"Oh, Wistik, why should I ask? I have all I can wish for. I have Robinetta."
"But that cannot last long. And you might be happier still--and certainly Robinetta might. And is the little key to lie there? Only think how splendid it would be if you two were to find the Book! Ask Robin Redbreast about it, and I will help as far as I can."
"I can ask about it at any rate," said Johannes.
Wistik nodded, and nimbly scrambled down to the ground; and Johannes looked at the deep shadows and the shining ivy leaves for a long time before he went to bed.
Next day he asked the Redbreast whether he knew the way to the golden chest. Robinetta listened in surprise. Johannes saw the Robin nod his head and give a side-glance at Robinetta.
"Not here! not here!" piped the little bird.
"What are you asking, Johannes?" said Robinetta.
"Do you know anything about it, Robinetta? Do you know where it is to be found? Are you not waiting for the little golden key?"
"No, no. Tell me, what is it?"
Johannes told her all he knew about the Book. "And I have the key, and I thought that you must have the little golden chest. Is it not so, d.i.c.ky-bird?"
But the bird pretended not to hear, and flew about among the young pale-green birch boughs. They were sitting under a sand-hill, on which little birches and broom shrubs grew. A gra.s.sy path ran up the slope, and they sat at the edge of it, on the thick, dark, green moss. They could see over the tops of the low shrubs, a green sea of leaves with waves in light and shade.
"I believe," said Robinetta, after thinking for some time, "that I can find what you want before you do. But what do you mean about the little key? How did you come by it?"
"Ah!--how did I?--How was that?" muttered Johannes to himself, staring across the green landscape into the distance.
Suddenly, as though they had come into being under the sunny blue sky, a pair of white b.u.t.terflies met his sight. They flitted and wheeled, and shone in the sunshine with purposeless giddy flutterings; but they came close to him.
"Windekind! Windekind!" The name came back to Johannes, and he spoke it in a whisper.
"What is Windekind?" asked Robinetta. The Redbreast flew chirping up, and the daisies in the gra.s.s at their feet seemed all at once to be staring at Johannes in alarm with their round white eyes.
"Did he give you the little key?" the girl went on.
Johannes nodded; still he said nothing, but she wanted to know more about it.
"Who was it? Did he tell you all these things? Where is he?"
"He is gone.--Now it is Robinetta--no one but Robinetta--only Robinetta."
He took her arm and laid his head against it.
"Silly boy!" she said, laughing, "I will make you find the Book; I know where it is."
"But then I must go to fetch the key, and it is a long way off."
"No, no, you need not. I can find it without the key.--To-morrow, I promise you, to-morrow."
And as they walked homewards, the b.u.t.terflies flitted in front of them.
That night, Johannes dreamed of his father, of Robinetta, and of many others. They were all good friends; they stood round him and looked at him kindly and trustfully. But on a sudden, their faces were changed, they looked coldly and laughed at him. He gazed about him in terror--on all sides there were none but angry, unfriendly faces. He felt a nameless misery, and awoke with a cry.
IX
Johannes had sat waiting for a long time. The air was chill, and heavy clouds swept over the scene in endless succession. They spread a dark grey mantle in wide folds, and lifted their proud heads to the bright light which shone above them. Sunshine and shadow chased each other with wonderful swiftness across the trees, like a fitfully blazing fire.
Johannes was uneasy in his mind; he was thinking of the Book, not really believing that he should ever find it. Between the clouds very, very high up, he saw the clear, deep blue strewn with fleecy white clouds, soft and feathery, floating in calm and motionless rest.
"It must be like that!" thought he. "So high, so bright, so still!"
Then came Robinetta. Her bird was not with her.
"It is all right, Johannes!" she cried out. "You may come and see the Book."
"Where is Robin Redbreast?" said Johannes doubtfully.
"He did not come; as we are not going for a walk."
So he went with her, still thinking to himself: "It cannot be.--It will not be like this,--it must be quite different." However, he followed the shining golden hair which lighted up the way.
Alas! Sad things now befell little Johannes. I wish that his history ended here. Did you ever have a beautiful dream of an enchanted garden, with flowers and beasts who loved you and talked to you? And have you in your dream had the consciousness that you would presently awake, and all the glory of it vanish? Then you try with all your might to hold it fast, and not to see the cold light of morning.
Johannes had just such a feeling as he followed Robinetta.
She led him into the big house, into a pa.s.sage where his steps echoed.
He could smell the scent of clothes and food; he thought of the long days when he had been kept indoors--of his school-days--and of everything in his life which had been cold and gloomy.
They went into a room full of men and women; how many, he could not see.
They were talking, but as he went in they were silent. He noticed that the carpet had a pattern of huge, impossible flowers in gaudy colours.
They were as strange and monstrous as those on the curtains in his bedroom at home.
"So that is the gardener"s little boy?" said a voice opposite him. "Come here, my little friend; there is nothing to be afraid of."
And another voice close to him said--
"Well, Robbie, you have found a nice little companion."
What did it all mean? The deep lines gathered again above Johannes"s dark childlike eyes, and he looked about him in bewilderment and alarm.
A man dressed in black sat near him, looking at him with cold, grey eyes.