{"collection":"myth-cosmogony","full_text_available":true,"graph_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/v2/api/page/gutenberg_20366/graph","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/v2/page/gutenberg_20366","id":"gutenberg_20366","license":"Public Domain (US)","rights_basis":"gutenberg_metadata_copyright_false","source":"gutenberg","source_url":"https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/20366","summary":null,"tags":["Category: Children & Young Adult Reading","Category: Mythology, Legends & Folklore","Category: Short Stories","Children's Myths, Fairy Tales, etc.","Children's stories, New Zealand","Fairies -- Juvenile fiction","Fairy tales","New Zealand"],"text":"Produced by Marilynda Fraser-Cunliffe, Janet Blenkinship\nand the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at\nhttp://www.pgdp.net\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nWonderwings and other Fairy Stories\n\nby\n\nEDITH HOWES\n\nAuthor of \"The Sun's Babies,\" \"Fairy Rings,\" \"Stewart Island,\" \"Where\nthe Bell Birds Chime,\" \"Marlborough Sounds,\" etc.\n\n\nIllustrated by Alicea Polson\n\n\nWhitcombe & Tombs Limited Auckland, Christchurch, Dunedin and\nWellington, N.Z. Melbourne and London.\n\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\n\n  CONTENTS\n\n\n                                     Page\n  Wonderwings                          7\n\n  The Magic Mirror                    17\n\n  Fairy Tenderheart                   31\n\n\n\n\n[Illustration: \"Come then,\" said Wonderwings. She took the little\nfairy's hand and up they rose into the clear air.]\n\n\n\n\nWonderwings\n\n\nPoppypink sat up in bed and yawned. \"Why is everybody getting up so\nearly?\" she asked. \"Is it a holiday?\"\n\nThe older fairies were dressing themselves and brushing their long fine\nhair. \"Wonderwings is coming to see us,\" they said. \"Jump up, little\nPoppypink.\"\n\n\"Who is Wonderwings?\" she asked.\n\n\"You will see when you are dressed. Hurry, or you will miss her.\"\n\n[Illustration: \"The older fairies were dressing themselves and combing\ntheir long fine hair.\"]\n\n\"Oh dear! I am so sleepy,\" said Poppypink, and she yawned again. \"I\ndon't care about Wonderwings.\" She snuggled down into the bedclothes\nagain, and went to sleep.\n\nPresently she was awakened by the sound of the sweetest singing she had\never heard, and a flash of brilliant colour went past her window pane of\ncrystal set in pearl.\n\n\"That must be Wonderwings,\" she said. \"Oh, I must see her. I hope I am\nnot too late.\"\n\nShe sprang from bed and dressed so hurriedly that I am afraid her hair\ndid not receive its due amount of brushing. Then she ran out into the\ngarden.\n\nThe older fairies stood all in a group, saying loudly \"I will go,\" and\n\"I will go.\" And before them, scarcely touching the ground with the tip\nof her foot, stood poised a glorious fairy, taller than any other there.\nShe was altogether beautiful; and her wings--as soon as Poppypink saw\nthem she knew why the visitor had been called Wonderwings. For they\nreached high above her head and almost to the ground, and they glowed\nwith so many colours that it seemed as if a million jewels had been Hung\nupon them and had stuck, growing into a million flashing stars that\nmade a million little rainbows with every sway and movement of her body.\n\n\"How lovely! Oh, how lovely!\" cried Poppypink. She crept nearer to the\nbeautiful fairy and sat among the daisies at her feet. \"See,\" she cried.\n\"My wings are small and colourless. Tell me how I may grow wings like\nyours.\" Just as little girls adore beautiful hair, so do little fairies\nadore beautiful wings.\n\nWonderwings smiled down at her. \"Such wings as mine are only to be won\nin sadder lands than these,\" she said. \"If you would have them you must\nleave your fairyland and come where humans live, and where hunger and\nsorrow and death trample the city streets.\"\n\n\"I will come!\" cried Poppypink. \"I will come!\"\n\n\"Come then,\" said Wonderwings. She took the little fairy's hand, and up\nthey all rose into the clear air, flying far and far away till they left\ntheir fairyland behind and came at last to the sadder lands where humans\nlived. There Wonderwings showed them where hunger and sorrow and death\ntrampled the city streets, and the band of fairies flew lower and lower\nto look.\n\n\"The children tumble and fight in the dirty lanes, and cry for bread,\"\ncried Poppypink. \"The little ones, I cannot bear to hear them sob.\"\n\n\"Perhaps you can help them,\" said Wonderwings.\n\n\"I am only a little fairy. What can I do?\" asked Poppypink. \"I have no\nbread to give them.\"\n\nShe flew a little lower, to gaze at them more nearly. \"What can I do?\"\nshe asked again.\n\nNo answer came. She looked around, and found herself alone. Wonderwings\nand the older fairies had in a moment gone from sight.\n\nBelow, a crippled child sat among rags in a dark corner of a dreary\nroom, and tears ran down her cheeks. \"The sunshine, the pretty yellow\nsunshine!\" she wailed. \"If only I could run and play in the pretty\nsunshine!\"\n\n\"Here is something I can do,\" thought Poppypink. She gathered armfuls of\nthe golden sunbeams, and flying with them through the glass as only a\nfairy can fly, herself unseen, she heaped them over the twisted hands\nand pale thin face of the child, and left her playing with them and\nsmiling happily.\n\n[Illustration: Poppypink laughed with joy. \"I am so glad, so very glad!\"\nshe said. \"I had forgotten all about my wings.\"]\n\nLower she flew to help the little ones who cried about the gutters. She\nled the starving and shelterless to comfort, the toddlers to safety; she\nbrought a flower to the hopeless, ease to sick ones racked with pain; at\nnight she flew with glittering dreams from room to room, so that even\nsad-eyed feeble babies laughed for pleasure in their sleep. Day after\nday, night after night she toiled, for weeks and months and years. There\nwas so much to do! The time passed like a moment. So busy was she that\nshe had forgotten all about her wings.\n\nOne day there came a flash of colour in the air beside her, and\nWonderwings and all the older fairies stood around her. \"Dear\nPoppypink,\" cried one, \"how your wings have grown! And how beautiful\nthey are! They are so tall that they reach above your head and almost to\nthe ground, and they glow with so many colours that it seems as if a\nmillion jewels had been flung upon them and had stuck, growing into a\nmillion flashing stars that make a million little rainbows with every\nsway and movement of your body.\"\n\nPoppypink laughed with joy. \"I am so glad, so very glad!\" she said. \"I\nhad forgotten all about my wings.\"\n\n\"Yet they have grown with use,\" said Wonderwings; \"and for every deed of\nkindness done a star has sprung, to shine in beauty there for evermore.\"\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration: The Queen-mother looked over the garden wall. There an\nold woman hobbled, muttering to herself.]\n\n\n\n\nThe Magic Mirror\n\n\nThere was once a wise old king in a far-off land who said to himself, \"I\nhave a daughter as well as a son; why should she not have a kingdom too?\nI will see to it at once.\"\n\nHe called the chief map-maker to him, and said: \"Make a map of my\nkingdom and divide it by a line so evenly that each part shall be\nexactly half. There must not be one hair's breadth more on the east of\nthe line than on the west.\"\n\nThe chief map-maker worked hard, and soon had the map ready, and it was\ndivided so evenly that there was not a hair's breadth more on the east\nof the line than on the west. Then the king made a law that when he died\nthe Prince should rule over all the country on one side of the line, and\nthe Princess should rule over all the country on the other side. The\nPrince's land he called Eastroyal, and the Princess's land he called\nWestroyal, and from that day to this there have always been kings over\nEastroyal and queens over Westroyal.\n\nBut it was soon noticed that in Eastroyal the people became discontented\nand quarrelsome and poor, and were always finding fault with the\ngovernment; whereas in the west country over the border they were so\nhappy and kindly that they praised each queen from the beginning of her\nreign to the end. Nobody knew why there should be so great a difference,\nbut a great difference there was. Things grew worse and worse in\nEastroyal, until at last the people rose and turned the reigning king\noff his throne and set his little son in his place. \"Perhaps we shall be\nbetter satisfied now!\" they said.\n\nThe new king's mother walked alone, deep in thought; and she was very\ntroubled. \"How can I teach my little son to please his people better\nthan his father did?\" she wondered. \"It would break my heart if he too\nangered them and lost his crown, yet already he is showing a haughty\ntemper in his treatment of his lords, and I know not what to do.\"\n\n\"I know! I know!\" said a voice.\n\nThe Queen-mother was much startled; though she had not spoken aloud, the\nwords seemed an answer to her thought. She looked over the low wall of\nthe garden into the road. There an old woman hobbled, leaning on a\nstick, and muttering to herself. She was poor and ragged, and bent with\nage. \"I know, I know!\" she said again.\n\n\"What do you know?\" asked the Queen-mother gently.\n\nThe old woman looked up at her. \"Go to Westroyal,\" she said; and she\nhobbled away.\n\n\"Ah, a witch!\" thought the Queen-mother; \"and she is right. The Queens\nof the West have undoubtedly some secret means of making their people\nlove them. I will find out what it is.\"\n\nShe prepared for a visit to Westroyal, and arrived a few days later at\nthe palace of the reigning queen. Here she was welcomed and feasted and\ntreated right lovingly, but though she kept her eyes and her ears as\nwide open as it was possible for eyes and ears to be, she could not\ndiscover the secret. She grew sad with disappointment.\n\nThe young queen saw that she was sorrowful. \"You are not happy here.\nWhat is the matter?\" she asked. \"What can I do to make you glad?\"\n\nThe Queen-mother held out her hands imploringly. \"Only give me your\nsecret,\" she begged. \"Tell me how you gain the love of your people and\nkeep it through all the years. Tell me so that I may teach my young son\nhow to hold his throne?\"\n\n\"Is that all?\" exclaimed the Queen. \"Come, I will show you.\"\n\n[Illustration: \"She led the way to her own lovely sleeping-chamber.\"]\n\nShe led the way to her own lovely sleeping-chamber, hung with rose silk\nand panelled with polished silver and amethyst, and she pointed to a\ngreat mirror set strongly into the wall. \"Look within!\" she said.\n\nWonderingly, the Queen-mother obeyed. On the surface of the mirror the\nfaces and forms of herself and the young queen were reflected; but\nafter a few moments, as she gazed, these faded away, and in their places\ncame a picture of a mine, with blackened toilers filling tracks with\ncoal. That, too, faded, and a golden cornfield showed upon the polished\nglass; under the hot summer sun the busy reapers moved, wiping the sweat\nfrom their brows when they stopped a moment to rest. A third picture was\nof weavers making cloth. A cottage home came next, and a lordly mansion\nof the rich, and a homeless child seeking shelter under a city bridge.\nSo scene followed scene, beautiful, or sad, or sordid, sometimes wild\nand violent, and sometimes gay and peaceful, showing in the main a\npeople happy and content.\n\n\"What is it?\" asked the amazed Queen-mother at last. \"How come these\npictures here?\"\n\n\"They are the life of my state reflected on this magic mirror for my\nhelp,\" replied the Queen. \"Long ago, when the first queen came to rule\nthe new kingdom of Westroyal, the fairies brought this mirror and set it\nin the wall as here you see it. Faithfully ever since it has reflected\nthe daily happenings through-out the land, the people's toil and\npleasures, their dangers and their comforts and rewards. So each queen\nhas known her country. Your son, looking in his mirror, sees but\nhimself; I see the sufferings of my people and know what things they\nneed, and so plainly are these pictures set before me that I cannot rest\ntill I have used my power to give relief.\"\n\n\"Oh!\" cried the Queen-mother, \"now I see why you are loved. How can I\nget such a mirror for my son?\"\n\n\"That I know not,\" replied the Queen.\n\nThen the Queen-mother returned sad at heart to the kingdom of her son,\npondering on what she had seen.\n\nOnce again she walked in her garden alone. \"How shall I get such a\nmirror?\" she wondered. \"What should I do?\"\n\nAs once before, a voice replied \"I know! I know!\"\n\nThe Queen-mother looked over the garden wall. Hobbling along the road\nwas the old woman who had bade her go to Westroyal. \"You who helped me\nbefore, help me again!\" cried the Queen-mother. \"I have obeyed you. How\nnow shall I get a magic mirror for my son?\"\n\nThe old woman looked up at her. \"Go to the Deeps,\" she said, and she\nhobbled off.\n\nNow this was a dreadful command to the Queen-mother, for the Deeps was a\nhorrible black pool in the roughest and most dangerous part of the\ncountry. It was said to be formed of the country's tears and to be also\nbottomless, and to be haunted by beings of strange shape. There were\nstories of their mysterious power and evil ways. Yet go she must, if\ngoing meant the gaining of a magic mirror for her son. And she must go\nalone, for only so could any seeker find the pathway to the pool, so it\nwas said.\n\n\"I will go at once, before my courage fails,\" she said, and she left her\nsheltered garden and set off across the land.\n\nShe had many weary miles to travel, past villages and towns and fields,\nand she was footsore and faint when at last she reached the winding\ntrack that led between the darkening hills. Yet on she went, following\nthe murmur of a tiny stream that dropped through thick-set bushes into a\nshadowed valley. On she went still, and now the darkness came, and she\nhad lost her way. She stumbled over fallen logs, pushed with bleeding\nhands and torn clothes through bramble wildernesses, and found at last\nher way again to the narrow track beside the little stream that murmured\nin the dark.\n\nOn she went, and down. The stream suddenly widened into a round\nblackness open to the sky, but walled in by jagged rocks. It was the\npool. Utterly spent through weariness and fear, she sank down among the\nrocks to rest, and waited there for what might come to her.\n\nStrange rustlings sounded round the rocks, strange forms loomed close\nbeside her, strange voices asked her: \"What are you? Why come you to our\nhaunts?\" Though her heart was sick with dread she answered boldly in a\nfirm clear voice. \"Give me a magic mirror for my son, that he may learn\nto rule.\"\n\nThere was a flash, and the pool and all the rocks were lit by a light\nbrighter and softer than that of moon or stars. All round her stood the\nbeings who had loomed so strangely in the darkness. They were fairies,\nexquisite in shape and fineness, robed in flowing gossamer of many\ncolours. They smiled at her, and touched her with their gentle hands,\nand immediately she was well. \"Your love has brought you nobly through\nmuch fear and hurt,\" they said. \"You shall have your due reward. Look\ninto the Deeps.\"\n\n[Illustration: She rose into the air a shining queen of fairies, holding\nin her hands a tiny gleaming mirror.]\n\nOne took her hand and led her to the edge, and the Queen-mother,\nfearless and smiling now, looked down into the fathomless water of the\npool. As she gazed, ripples came upon its surface. They broke away into\nshining cascades of diamonds and pearls, and between them appeared the\nface and shoulders of the old woman of the road. \"I have your magic\nmirror,\" she cried. \"It is formed of the lowest teardrops of the Deeps.\"\n\nShe sprang out and trod the water to the shore, and as she went her rags\nfell from her and she rose into the air a shining queen of fairies, more\nbeautiful than any other there, holding in her hand a tiny gleaming\nmirror. \"Come,\" she said, \"let us set it in its place.\"\n\nShe touched the Queen-mother's hand, and in a flash they were all at the\npalace, within the young king's sleeping chamber of turquoise and gold.\nThere as he lay asleep the fairies set the mirror in its place with\nmagic words, and as it touched the wall it lengthened out and widened\ntill it stood as large as that of the young queen across the border\nline. Over the polished glass began to float the pictures of the\ncountry's life. \"How can I show my gratitude?\" the Queen-mother asked;\nbut the fairies were gone.\n\nNext morning when the little king awoke he ran to see the fine new\nmirror in his room. He gazed and gazed upon the strange entrancing\npictures that came on it, and every day he spent long hours at the\nmirror. And as he learned to recognise the hardships and the sufferings\nof his people his heart grew hot to give relief, and he was no more\nhaughty, but used his power to ease their woes. So in Eastroyal as in\nWestroyal there was content, and the people loved their king and praised\nhim through all his days until the end. And all the kings who followed\nafter him ruled wisely and were loved.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration: \"Look closely at my flowers,\" she said, \"and tell me\nwhich you think most beautiful.\"]\n\n\n\n\nFairy Tenderheart.\n\n\nLittle Fairy Tenderheart was weeping. She sat on a ledge that overlooked\nthe world, and her tears fell fast. In twos and threes her sisters flew\nfrom Fairyland to put their arms about her, but none could comfort her.\n\"Come, dance and sing with us and forget your grief,\" they said. She\nshook her head. \"The terrible fighting!\" she said. \"See where far below\nmen rage, killing each other. Rivers run red with blood, and the sorrow\nof weeping women rises through the air to where I sit. How can I dance\nand sing?\"\n\n\"It is the world at war,\" said an older fairy sadly. \"I too have wept in\nearlier days when men have fought. But our tears are wasted, little\nsister. Come away.\"\n\nFairy Tenderheart looked eagerly at her. \"You who have watched the world\nso many years,\" she said, \"tell me why such dreadful deeds are done down\nthere.\"\n\nThe older fairy bent her eyes on the blackened plains of earth. \"I\ncannot tell you that,\" she slowly said. \"We watch and pity, but we\ncannot know what works in the hearts of men that they should gather in\ntheir millions to destroy their brothers and themselves. No other\ncreature turns on its own kind and kills so terribly as man.\"\n\n[Illustration: In twos and threes her sisters flew from Fairyland to put\ntheir arms about her, but none could comfort her.]\n\n\"What can we do? It must be stopped. What can we do?\"\n\n\"We can do nothing, little sister. See where the women of the world\nstretch out their hands, imploring men to live in peace. They beg the\nlives of fathers, husbands, sons; they point to ruined homes and\ndesolated lands. 'War wrecks our lives!' they cry. Yet even for those\nthey love men will not give up battle. What, then, can fairies do? Tears\nare useless. Come away.\"\n\n\"I must stay here. I must think of something I can do,\" said Fairy\nTenderheart; and she would not go.\n\nHer tears had stopped. She searched with anxious eyes across the world\nto find some means of helping men to better things, but no way could she\nfind. And still the fighters shot and stabbed, and the dying and the\ndead lay piled upon the fields.\n\nAnother fairy flew to her. \"Come away, little sister!\" she said. \"I\ncannot bear to see you sorrowing. Come, or you will forget the merry\nways of Fairyland and grow like the Oldest Fairy of All, who spends her\nlife brooding over this dreary earth.\"\n\nFairy Tenderheart sprang up. \"Where is she? Tell me where to find her.\nWhy did I not know of her before? I will go to her that we may be\ncompanions in our sorrow. Perhaps together we may find a way to help.\"\n\n\"Ah, do not go. Listen! She is so old that she has watched the world\nsince the beginning of wars, yet, as you see, she has found no way of\nstopping them. How then can you?\"\n\n\"I must go.\"\n\n\"She left our joyful Fairyland for a Magic Garden, and whoever enters\nthat Garden can never come back to us. There she dwells for ever alone,\nat work or in thought, or preparing for her mysterious journeys to the\nearth. Do not go, or you too will be cut off from our life of dance and\nsong, never to return.\"\n\n\"I will go. Tell me the way.\"\n\nThe fairy flew off. \"I will not tell you,\" she said. \"You shall not go.\"\n\n\"I will go,\" said Fairy Tenderheart again. With steadfast steps she\nsearched through Fairyland until she found a narrow track that led\nbetween the winding mountains and far out across wide, shimmering\nplains. This track she followed till she came upon the Magic Garden.\n\nThe Oldest Fairy of All sat thinking among her flowers, and her eyes\nwere filled with peace. She looked at Fairy Tenderheart standing at the\ngate. \"Who enters here can never return to Fairyland,\" she said, and her\nvoice was sweeter than the songs of birds.\n\nFairy Tenderheart pushed open the gate and stepped within the Garden.\n\"Who enters here finds joy,\" said the Oldest Fairy of All, and a crown\nof happiness sat on her hair.\n\n\"You come to work?\" she asked.\n\n\"I come to learn what I may do to help the suffering earth,\" said Fairy\nTenderheart. \"Its cries of agony have beaten on my heart until there was\nno rest for me in Fairyland. Is there no way to make war cease? I come\nto you for wisdom.\"\n\nThe Oldest Fairy of All rose up and smiled, and her face was brighter\nthan the moon and stars. \"Look closely at my flowers,\" she said, \"and\ntell me which you think most beautiful.\"\n\nThe flowers bloomed on every side, in every lovely hue--crimson and gold\nand orange, blue and purple and pink and softest lavender. All were\nscented, and all were beautiful; but there was one plant that pleased\nthe little fairy more than any other. It grew no taller than the rest,\nmade no great show of colour, yet through its stems and leaves there\nshone a radiance as if a light hid in them. Its flowers were clear as\ncrystal--one could see quite through them--but the sunlight falling on\nthem was broken into glowing colours, so that every blossom was a little\nbunch of flashing rainbows. And where the flowers had closed and grown\nto fruit they hung golden as the sun and fragrant with a scent that\nstole upon the wind and made the heart heat high with happiness.\n\n\"This is the most beautiful,\" said Fairy Tenderheart.\n\n\"You have chosen well,\" said the Oldest Fairy of All. \"You are fitted to\nhelp me in my work. That is the Plant of Knowledge; its crystal\nblossoms are called the Flowers of Understanding, and its fruit is Love.\nBy it alone can war be made to cease.\"\n\nShe pointed far below. \"I have planted it upon the earth in many spots,\"\nshe said. \"Here and there it has flourished and spread, and its fruit\nhas sweetened all the air. But, alas!\" her eyes grew sad, \"too often it\nhas been trampled under foot and killed, and war has broken out afresh.\nIf only men would care for it and let it grow the world would soon be\nwrapped in peace.\"\n\n\"Can we not plant more and more until it spreads across the world in\nspite of all neglect?\" asked Fairy Tenderheart.\n\nThe Oldest Fairy shook her head. \"I have done my best,\" she said; \"but\nwhile men tramp it down it cannot spread across the world. Even when it\nhas grown well it cannot do the good it ought to do: a nation which has\neaten of its Fruit of Love and has learned to scorn the littleness of\nwar is yet forced by that same Love to fight, that it may rescue a weak\nand helpless country from the greedy clutches of those who have refused\nto let my dear plant bloom. In the end it shall spread, no doubt, and\nmy work shall be complete; but the time is long, the time is long.\"\n\nShe mused, and Fairy Tenderheart gazed thoughtfully upon the earth.\nPresently she raised her eyes, and they were bright with hope.\n\n[Illustration: \"In the children's gardens ... they planted the seeds.\"]\n\n\"See where a group of children gathers round your precious plant!\" she\nsaid. \"How eagerly they stretch their hands towards it, and how they\nlook into its flashing flowers. They will never tread it in the mud, for\nthey have seen its splendour. Let me take seeds to all the children's\ngardens in the world. The Children! They will welcome your Plant of\nKnowledge with its Flowers of Understanding, and when they have tasted\nits Fruit of Love they will grow up scorning war, and the world will\nlive in peace.\"\n\nThe Oldest Fairy laughed with joy. \"Oh, little sister, you have come to\nhelp indeed!\" she said. \"You are right. The Children! It is to them we\nmust take our plant. Come, let us gather seeds and start at once.\"\n\nThey gathered the golden seeds and carried them swiftly down. In the\nchildren's gardens across the world they planted them, and everywhere\nthe children ran to gaze at the wonder of the springing plants, and to\nwatch the flowers unclose. And when through later days they ate and ate\nagain of the fragrant golden fruit, Love filled their veins and they\nbecame a new race, scorning the littleness of war. 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