The Little Soldier The Little Soldier of «The Green Fairy Book» by Andrew Lang: the whole text, 341 sentences and 5844 words. Every sentence has its own page with its syntax tree and pragmatics, parsed by Mova itself; 5 of them are in the tales treebank and were checked by a teacher model.
1 I 2 Once upon a time there was a little soldier who had just come back from the war. 3 He was a brave little fellow, but he had lost neither arms nor legs in battle. 4 Still, the fighting was ended and the army disbanded, so he had to return to the village where he was born. 5 Now the soldier’s name was really John, but for some reason or other his friends always called him the Kinglet; why, no one ever knew, but so it was. 6 As he had no father or mother to welcome him home, he did not hurry himself, but went quietly along, his knapsack on his back and his sword by his side, when suddenly one evening he was seized with a wish to light his pipe. 7 He felt for his match-box to strike a light, but to his great disgust he found he had lost it. 8 He had only gone about a stone’s throw after making this discovery when he noticed a light shining through the trees. 9 He went towards it, and perceived before him an old castle, with the door standing open. 10 The little soldier entered the courtyard, and, peeping through a window, saw a large fire blazing at the end of a low hall. 11 He put his pipe in his pocket and knocked gently, saying politely: 12 ‘Would you give me a light?’ 13 But he got no answer. 14 After waiting for a moment John knocked again, this time more loudly. 15 There was still no reply. 16 He raised the latch and entered; the hall was empty. 17 The little soldier made straight for the fireplace, seized the tongs, and was stooping down to look for a nice red hot coal with which to light his pipe, when clic! something went, like a spring giving way, and in the very midst of the flames an enormous serpent reared itself up close to his face. 18 And what was more strange still, this serpent had the head of a woman. 19 At such an unexpected sight many men would have turned and run for their lives; but the little soldier, though he was so small, had a true soldier’s heart. 20 He only made one step backwards, and grasped the hilt of his sword. 21 ‘Don’t unsheath it,’ said the serpent. 22 ‘I have been waiting for you, as it is you who must deliver me.’ 23 ‘Who are you?’ 24 ‘My name is Ludovine, and I am the daughter of the King of the Low Countries. 25 Deliver me, and I will marry you and make you happy for ever after.’ 26 Now, some people might not have liked the notion of being made happy by a serpent with the head of a woman, but the Kinglet had no such fears. 27 And, besides, he felt the fascination of Ludovine’s eyes, which looked at him as a snake looks at a little bird. 28 They were beautiful green eyes, not round like those of a cat, but long and almond-shaped, and they shone with a strange light, and the golden hair which floated round them seemed all the brighter for their lustre. 29 The face had the beauty of an angel, though the body was only that of a serpent. 30 ‘What must I do?’ asked the Kinglet. 31 ‘Open that door. 32 You will find yourself in a gallery with a room at the end just like this. 33 Cross that, and you will see a closet, out of which you must take a tunic, and bring it back to me.’ 34 The little soldier boldly prepared to do as he was told. 35 He crossed the gallery in safety, but when he reached the room he saw by the light of the stars eight hands on a level with his face, which threatened to strike him. 36 And, turn his eyes which way he would, he could discover no bodies belonging to them. 37 He lowered his head and rushed forward amidst a storm of blows, which he returned with his fists. 38 When he got to the closet, he opened it, took down the tunic, and brought it to the first room. 39 ‘Here it is,’ he panted, rather out of breath. 40 ‘Clic!’ once more the flames parted. 41 Ludovine was a woman down to her waist. 42 She took the tunic and put it on. 43 It was a magnificent tunic of orange velvet, embroidered in pearls, but the pearls were not so white as her own neck. 44 ‘That is not all,’ she said. 45 ‘Go to the gallery, take the staircase which is on the left, and in the second room on the first story you will find another closet with my skirt. 46 Bring this to me.’ 47 The Kinglet did as he was told, but in entering the room he saw, instead of merely hands, eight arms, each holding an enormous stick. 48 He instantly unsheathed his sword and cut his way through with such vigour that he hardly received a scratch. 49 He brought back the skirt, which was made of silk as blue as the skies of Spain. 50 ‘Here it is,’ said John, as the serpent appeared. 51 She was now a woman as far as her knees. 52 ‘I only want my shoes and stockings now,’ she said. 53 ‘Go and get them from the closet which is on the second story.’ 54 The little soldier departed, and found himself in the presence of eight goblins armed with hammers, and flames darting from their eyes. 55 This time he stopped short at the threshold. 56 ‘My sword is no use,’ he thought to himself; ‘these wretches will break it like glass, and if I can’t think of anything else, I am a dead man.’ 57 At this moment his eyes fell on the door, which was made of oak, thick and heavy. 58 He wrenched it off its hinges and held it over his head, and then went straight at the goblins, whom he crushed beneath it. 59 After that he took the shoes and stockings out of the closet and brought them to Ludovine, who, directly she had put them on, became a woman all over. 60 When she was quite dressed in her white silk stockings and little blue slippers dotted over with carbuncles, she said to her deliverer, ‘Now you must go away, and never come back here, whatever happens. 61 Here is a purse with two hundred ducats. 62 Sleep to-night at the inn which is at the edge of the wood, and awake early in the morning: for at nine o’clock I shall pass the door, and shall take you up in my carriage.’ 63 ‘Why shouldn’t we go now?’ asked the little soldier. 64 ‘Because the time has not yet come,’ said the Princess. checked by a teacher 65 ‘But first you may drink my health in this glass of wine,’ and as she spoke she filled a crystal goblet with a liquid that looked like melted gold. 66 John drank, then lit his pipe and went out. 67 II 68 When he arrived at the inn he ordered supper, but no sooner had he sat down to eat it than he felt that he was going sound asleep. 69 ‘I must be more tired than I thought,’ he said to himself, and, after telling them to be sure to wake him next morning at eight o’clock, he went to bed. 70 All night long he slept like a dead man. 71 At eight o’clock they came to wake him, and at half-past, and a quarter of an hour later, but it was no use; and at last they decided to leave him in peace. 72 The clocks were striking twelve when John awoke. 73 He sprang out of bed, and, scarcely waiting to dress himself, hastened to ask if anyone had been to inquire for him. 74 ‘There came a lovely princess,’ replied the landlady, ‘in a coach of gold. 75 She left you this bouquet, and a message to say that she would pass this way to-morrow morning at eight o’clock.’ 76 The little soldier cursed his sleep, but tried to console himself by looking at his bouquet, which was of immortelles. 77 ‘It is the flower of remembrance,’ thought he, forgetting that it is also the flower of the dead. 78 When the night came, he slept with one eye open, and jumped up twenty times an hour. 79 When the birds began to sing he could lie still no longer, and climbed out of his window into the branches of one of the great lime-trees that stood before the door. 80 There he sat, dreamily gazing at his bouquet till he ended by going fast asleep. 81 Once asleep, nothing was able to wake him; neither the brightness of the sun, nor the songs of the birds, nor the noise of Ludovine’s golden coach, nor the cries of the landlady who sought him in every place she could think of. 82 As the clock struck twelve he woke, and his heart sank as he came down out of his tree and saw them laying the table for dinner. 83 ‘Did the Princess come?’ he asked. 84 ‘Yes, indeed, she did. 85 She left this flower-coloured scarf for you; said she would pass by to-morrow at seven o’clock, but it would be the last time.’ 86 ‘I must have been bewitched,’ thought the little soldier. 87 Then he took the scarf, which had a strange kind of scent, and tied it round his left arm, thinking all the while that the best way to keep awake was not to go to bed at all. 88 So he paid his bill, and bought a horse with the money that remained, and when the evening came he mounted his horse and stood in front of the inn door, determined to stay there all night. 89 Every now and then he stooped to smell the sweet perfume of the scarf round his arm; and gradually he smelt it so often that at last his head sank on to the horse’s neck, and he and his horse snored in company. 90 When the Princess arrived, they shook him, and beat him, and screamed at him, but it was all no good. 91 Neither man nor horse woke till the coach was seen vanishing away in the distance. 92 Then John put spurs to his horse, calling with all his might ‘Stop! stop!’ 93 But the coach drove on as before, and though the little soldier rode after it for a day and a night, he never got one step nearer. 94 Thus they left many villages and towns behind them, till they came to the sea itself. 95 Here John thought that at last the coach must stop, but, wonder of wonders! it went straight on, and rolled over the water as easily as it had done over the land. 96 John’s horse, which had carried him so well, sank down from fatigue, and the little soldier sat sadly on the shore, watching the coach which was fast disappearing on the horizon. 97 III 98 However, he soon plucked up his spirits again, and walked along the beach to try and find a boat in which he could sail after the Princess. 99 But no boat was there, and at last, tired and hungry, he sat down to rest on the steps of a fisherman’s hut. 100 In the hut was a young girl who was mending a net. ← previous The Golden Blackbirdnext → The Magic Swan↑ back to The Green Fairy Book This page in Markdown → https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg7277/22/