An illustrated collection of Wangerin’s rich and original fairy tales, including Branta and the Golden Stone and Elisabeth and the Water Troll – plus fresh and insightful essays on writing, reading, story and faith.
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Walter Wangerin, Jr. has won numerous awards and honors for his books. A nationally-known speaker and master storyteller, his books include Water, Come Down!, The Bedtime Rhyme, and In the Beginning There Was No Sky.
Kevin Kimber has illustrated books for publishers in the United States and England. His favorite work is illustrating children’s stories and fairy tales.
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Elisabeth and the Water Troll
Prologue: The Well, the Troll, Elisabeth
Prologue: The Well, the Troll, Elisabeth
An ancient path goes north from the village of Dorf. It cuts through the fields and the woods, drops down into a valley, then winds across the valley floor till it ends at a well. The villagers know this well. They call it “Despair.”
It’s an old, old well—older than any remember; and cold because the shaft goes deep, deep into the earth; and still. Its stones are green, all covered with moss. Lizards slip between the cracks. Lizards peep out with leatherlike stares and vanish when the wind grows sharp—for the wind grows sharp indeed. It screams down the length of the valley, and Hoooo! it blows on the hole of the well. Hoooo! Hoooo!—which to the villager’s ears sounds like, You! You! I’ll swallow you! I’ll drink you like water and eat you like foooood!
Nobody comes to the well. Or nobody nearly. The women who wash with water don’t come, nor the men who drink cool water in the heat of the day, nor the children who play. Not even the dogs of the village will creep by the Well Despair, because they know. Everyone knows. For seven generations they’ve whispered the stories by firelight, shuddering, shivering, grave; and they know that deep in that well there dwells a Troll.
Ah, there it is. Now we have spoken it: the Troll! It’s the Troll that parents use to scare their children indoors at night: “Come! Come! Or the Troll will get you. He’ll drink you like water! He’ll eat you like food!”
It’s the Troll that causes the children to whimper while they are sleeping, dreaming, dreaming.
It’s because of the Troll that grandparents and great-grandparents and great-great-grandparents named the well “Despair.”
And every time his story is told, the Troll grows greener and grimmer and uglier.
Yes, the Troll. But what shall we say of him? What is the truth and not a story?
Well, he isn’t a mole, because he’s too much like a man. He frowns like a man. But he can’t be a man exactly either, because he digs in the darkness and shrinks from the light. Light hurts him as bad as fire can; but his hearing is as good as miracles. His arms are long and powerful. He has claws on his fingers and fangs in his mouth and green in his eyes, which glow; his green eyes glow in the dark. He leaps as lightly as a cat from ledge to ledge inside his well. His fur is thick; his back is bunched; his whiskers are wet—and always his brow is frowning because always he’s trying to think, and thinking is hard for the Troll, who isn’t a man exactly.
Nobody comes to the well. Or nobody nearly. . . .
One day, suddenly, a small girl does appear in the terrible circle of daylight at the top of the well. She’s shaking her head. She’s sobbing: “Ow-ooo! Ow-ooooo!”
The Troll cannot look up without burning his eyes; but he listens, for the child is wailing like the wind, but she’s younger and sadder than the wind, and the Troll hears the difference.
“Oh, Mama!” she wails. Like rain her tears spill down upon the Troll, but they are warmer than the rain; they sting like sorrow, and the Troll can feel the difference.
“Mama, why did you have to die?”
To die? The Troll covers his mouth and makes no sound.
“You lied to me,” the child cries. “You said you loved me—but how can you love me and go away too?” The Troll hears little fists hitting the stones above. “You didn’t love Elisabeth. You died. You left me. Mama, Mama, you lied to me!”
Now the Troll hears the whip and crackle of the little girl’s hair as she yanks something from it. Two somethings. “What do I want with your things?” she cries. “Papa wants me to wear your combs. Papa wants me to be glad again. But I don’t want to be glad. And I don’t want your combs. No! No!”
Something lands on the Troll’s head. Two somethings—and they catch in his hair. He reaches and pulls out two tortoiseshell combs, in which he can smell love—the love of a mother, the love of a father—and the grief of a little girl, who is sobbing against the stones above, murmuring, “Gone, gone, gone, gone. No, I won’t trust anyone, since everyone lies, lies, lies.”
So speaks Elisabeth.
And now the Troll is frowning dreadfully. With green-glowing eyes, he’s staring at two combs in his claws, and his heart is beating sorrow for the child above, and his nose—yes, and all his breathing—is filled with the love of the combs, and his forehead is frowning because he is trying to think one good and helpful thought.
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Walter Wangerin Jr. is widely recognized as one of the most gifted writers writing today on the issues of faith and spirituality. Starting with the renowned Book of the Dun Cow, Wangerin's writing career has encompassed most every genre: fiction, essay, short story, children's story, meditation, and biblical exposition. His writing voice is immediately recognizable, and his fans number in the millions. The author of over forty books, Wangerin has won the National Book Award, New York Times Best Children's Book of the Year Award, and several Gold Medallions, including best-fiction awards for both The Book of God and Paul: A Novel. He lives in Valparaiso, Indiana, where he is Senior Research Professor at Valparaiso University.
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Fanciful and fascinating fairy tales,
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This review is from: Swallowing the Golden Stone: Stories and Essays (Hardcover)
Swallowing The Golden Stone: Stories And Essays by Walter Wangerin, Jr. is a superbly presented selection of fanciful and fascinating fairy tales and poems suitable for reading to children and by young adults. Enhancing this wondrous collection are some very thoughtful essays and comments upon these treasured classic stories. Swallowing The Golden Stone is comparable to the best of the Brothers Grimm, the tales of Hans Christian Anderson, the stories of C.S. Lewis, or the writings of Frank L. Baum and very highly recommended for family, school, and community fairytale and folktale collections.
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