The Changeling Writen by Lady Wilde
Illustrated By Camila Daza
woman was one night lying awake while her husband slept, when the door suddenly opened and a tall dark man entered, of fierce aspect, followed by an old hag with a child in her armsâ€”a little, misshapen, sickly-looking little thing.
They both sat down by the fire to warm themselves, and after some time the man looked over at the cradle that stood beside the motherâ€™s bed with her boy in it, and kept his eyes on it for several minutes. Then he rose, and when the mother saw him walking over direct to the cradle, she fainted and knew no more.Â The Changeling
When she came to herself she called to her husband, and bade him lights candle; this he did, on which the old hag in the corner rose up at once and blew it out. Then he lit it a second time, and it was blown out; and still a third time he lit the candle, when again it was blown out, and a great peal of laughter was heard in the darkness. On this the man grew terribly angry, and taking up the tongs he made a blow at the hag; but she slipped away, and struck him on the arm with a stick she held in her hand. Then he grew more furious, and beat her on her headwall she roared, when he pushed her aside and locked the door. After this he lit the candle in peace; but when they looked at the cradle, lo! In place of their own beautiful boy, a hideous little creature, all covered with hair, lady grinning at them.
Great was their grief and lamentation, and both the man and his wife wept and wailed aloud for the loss of their child, and the cry of their sorrow was bitter to hear. Just then the door suddenly opened, and a young woman came in, with a scarlet handkerchief wound around her head. “What are you crying for,” she asked “at this time of night, when every one should be asleep?”
“Look at this child in the cradle,” answered the man, “and you’ll cease to wonder why we mourn and are sad at heart.” And he told her all the story. When the young woman went over to the cradle and looked at the child, she laughed, but said nothing. “Your laughter is stranger than our tears,” said the man. “Why do you laugh in the face of our sorrows?” “Because,” she said, “ this is my child that was stolen from me tonight; for I am of the fairy race, and my people, who live under the fort on the hill, thought your boy was a fine child, and so they changed the babes in the cradle; but, after all, I would rather have my own, ugly as he is, than any mortal child in the world. So now I’ll tell you how to get back your own son, and I’ll take away mine at once. Go to the old fort on the hill when the moon s dull, and take with you three sheafs of corn and some fire, and burn them one after the other. And when the last sheaf is burning, an old man will come up through the smoke, and he will ask you what it is you desire. Then tell him you must have your child back, or you’ll burn down the fort, and leave no dwelling-place for his people on the hill. Now, the fairies cannot stand against the power of fire, and they will give you back your child at the mere threat of burning the fort. But mind, take good care o him after, and tie aa nail from a horse shoe round his neck, and then he will be safe.” The Changeling
With that the young woman took up the ugly little imp from the cradle in her arms, and was away before they could see how she got out of the house. Next night, when the moon was full, the man went to the old fort with three sheafs of corn and fire, and burned them one after the other; and as the second was lighted there came up an old man and asked him what was his desire.
“ I must have my child again that was stolen,” he answered, “or I’ll burn down down every tree on the hill, and not leave you aa stone of the fort where you can shelter any more with your fairy kindred.” Then the old man vanished, and there was a great silence. But no one appeared. On this the father grew angry, and he he called out in a loud voice, “I am lifting the third sheaf now, and I’ll burn and destroy and make desolate your dwelling-place, if my child is not returned.”
Then a great tumult and glamour was heard in the fort, and a voice said, “Let it be. The power of the fire is too strong for us. Bring the child.” And presently the old man appeared, carrying the child in his arms. “Take him,” he said. “By the spell of fire, and the corn you have conquered. But take my advice, draw a circle of fire, with a hot coal this night, round the cradle when you go home, and the fairy power cannot touch him anymore, by reason of the fire.” The Changeling
So the man did as he was desired, and by the spell of fire and of corn the child was saved from evil, and he grew and prospered. And the old fort stands to this day safe from harm, for the man would allow no hand to move a stone or harm a tree; and the fairies still dance there on the rath, when the moon is full, to the music of the fairy pipes, and no one hinders them.