The final part of the Little Mermaid by Hans Christian Andersen.
The Sea Witch helps The Little Mermaid become human so that she can visit her prince – but she extracts a terrible price. The Little Mermaid must give up her lovely voice. If the Prince marries another, she will die. But she loves him so much that she is ready to make the sacrifice.
The ending is NOT the “Disney” version, and by the end perhaps you will agree that it is not always wise to give up everything for love. Although it might make you cry (be warned) it is still one of the most beautiful fairy tales ever written.
“I know what you want,” said the sea witch; “it is very stupid of you, but you shall have your way, and it will bring you to sorrow, my pretty princess. You want to get rid of your fish’s tail, and to have two supports instead of it, like human beings on earth, so that the young prince may fall in love with you, and that you may have an immortal soul.” And then the witch laughed so loud and disgustingly, that the toad and the snakes fell to the ground, and lay there wriggling about. “You are but just in time,” said the witch; “for after sunrise to-morrow I should not be able to help you till the end of another year. I will prepare a draught for you, with which you must swim to land tomorrow before sunrise, and sit down on the shore and drink it. Your tail will then disappear, and shrink up into what mankind calls legs, and you will feel great pain, as if a sword were passing through you. But all who see you will say that you are the prettiest little human being they ever saw. You will still have the same floating gracefulness of movement, and no dancer will ever tread so lightly; but at every step you take it will feel as if you were treading upon sharp knives, and that the blood must flow. If you will bear all this, I will help you.”
“Yes, I will,” said the little princess in a trembling voice, as she thought of the prince and the immortal soul.
“But think again,” said the witch; “for when once your shape has become like a human being, you can no more be a mermaid. You will never return through the water to your sisters, or to your father’s palace again; and if you do not win the love of the prince, so that he is willing to forget his father and mother for your sake, and to love you with his whole soul, and allow the priest to join your hands that you may be man and wife, then you will never have an immortal soul. The first morning after he marries another your heart will break, and you will become foam on the crest of the waves.”
“I will do it,” said the little mermaid, and she became pale as death.
“But I must be paid also,” said the witch, “and it is not a trifle that I ask. You have the sweetest voice of any who dwell here in the depths of the sea, and you believe that you will be able to charm the prince with it also, but this voice you must give to me; the best thing you possess will I have for the price of my draught. My own blood must be mixed with it, that it may be as sharp as a two-edged sword.”
“But if you take away my voice,” said the little mermaid, “what is left for me?”
“Your beautiful form, your graceful walk, and your expressive eyes; surely with these you can enchain a man’s heart. Well, have you lost your courage? Put out your little tongue that I may cut it off as my payment; then you shall have the powerful draught.”
“It shall be,” said the little mermaid.
Then the witch placed her cauldron on the fire, to prepare the magic draught.
“Cleanliness is a good thing,” said she, scouring the vessel with snakes, which she had tied together in a large knot; then she pricked herself in the breast, and let the black blood drop into it. The steam that rose formed itself into such horrible shapes that no one could look at them without fear. Every moment the witch threw something else into the vessel, and when it began to boil, the sound was like the weeping of a crocodile. When at last the magic draught was ready, it looked like the clearest water. “There it is for you,” said the witch. Then she cut off the mermaid’s tongue, so that she became dumb, and would never again speak or sing. “If the polypi should seize hold of you as you return through the wood,” said the witch, “throw over them a few drops of the potion, and their fingers will be torn into a thousand pieces.” But the little mermaid had no occasion to do this, for the polypi sprang back in terror when they caught sight of the glittering draught, which shone in her hand like a twinkling star.
So she passed quickly through the wood and the marsh, and between the rushing whirlpools. She saw that in her father’s palace the torches in the ballroom were extinguished, and all within asleep; but she did not venture to go in to them, for now she was dumb and going to leave them forever, she felt as if her heart would break. She stole into the garden, took a flower from the flower-beds of each of her sisters, kissed her hand a thousand times towards the palace, and then rose up through the dark blue waters. The sun had not risen when she came in sight of the prince’s palace, and approached the beautiful marble steps, but the moon shone clear and bright. Then the little mermaid drank the magic draught, and it seemed as if a two-edged sword went through her delicate body: she fell into a swoon, and lay like one dead. When the sun arose and shone over the sea, she recovered, and felt a sharp pain; but just before her stood the handsome young prince. He fixed his coal-black eyes upon her so earnestly that she cast down her own, and then became aware that her fish’s tail was gone, and that she had as pretty a pair of white legs and tiny feet as any little maiden could have; but she had no clothes, so she wrapped herself in her long, thick hair. The prince asked her who she was, and where she came from, and she looked at him mildly and sorrowfully with her deep blue eyes; but she could not speak. Every step she took was as the witch had said it would be, she felt as if treading upon the points of needles or sharp knives; but she bore it willingly, and stepped as lightly by the prince’s side as a soap-bubble, so that he and all who saw her wondered at her graceful-swaying movements. She was very soon arrayed in costly robes of silk and muslin, and was the most beautiful creature in the palace; but she was dumb, and could neither speak nor sing.
Beautiful female slaves, dressed in silk and gold, stepped forward and sang before the prince and his royal parents: one sang better than all the others, and the prince clapped his hands and smiled at her. This was great sorrow to the little mermaid; she knew how much more sweetly she herself could sing once, and she thought, “Oh if he could only know that! I have given away my voice forever, to be with him.”
The slaves next performed some pretty fairy-like dances, to the sound of beautiful music. Then the little mermaid raised her lovely white arms, stood on the tips of her toes, and glided over the floor, and danced as no one yet had been able to dance. At each moment her beauty became more revealed, and her expressive eyes appealed more directly to the heart than the songs of the slaves. Every one was enchanted, especially the prince, who called her his little foundling; and she danced again quite readily, to please him, though each time her foot touched the floor it seemed as if she trod on sharp knives.
The prince said she should remain with him always, and she received permission to sleep at his door, on a velvet cushion. He had a page’s dress made for her, that she might accompany him on horseback. They rode together through the sweet-scented woods, where the green boughs touched their shoulders, and the little birds sang among the fresh leaves. She climbed with the prince to the tops of high mountains; and although her tender feet bled so that even her steps were marked, she only laughed, and followed him till they could see the clouds beneath them looking like a flock of birds travelling to distant lands. While at the prince’s palace, and when all the household were asleep, she would go and sit on the broad marble steps; for it eased her burning feet to bathe them in the cold sea-water; and then she thought of all those below in the deep.
Once during the night her sisters came up arm-in-arm, singing sorrowfully, as they floated on the water. She beckoned to them, and then they recognized her, and told her how she had grieved them. After that, they came to the same place every night; and once she saw in the distance her old grandmother, who had not been to the surface of the sea for many years, and the old Sea King, her father, with his crown on his head. They stretched out their hands towards her, but they did not venture so near the land as her sisters did.
As the days passed, she loved the prince more fondly, and he loved her as he would love a little child, but it never came into his head to make her his wife; yet, unless he married her, she could not receive an immortal soul; and, on the morning after his marriage with another, she would dissolve into the foam of the sea.
“Do you not love me the best of them all?” the eyes of the little mermaid seemed to say, when he took her in his arms, and kissed her fair forehead.
“Yes, you are dear to me,” said the prince; “for you have the best heart, and you are the most devoted to me; you are like a young maiden whom I once saw, but whom I shall never meet again. I was in a ship that was wrecked, and the waves cast me ashore near a holy temple, where several young maidens performed the service. The youngest of them found me on the shore, and saved my life. I saw her but twice, and she is the only one in the world whom I could love; but you are like her, and you have almost driven her image out of my mind. She belongs to the holy temple, and my good fortune has sent you to me instead of her; and we will never part.”
“Ah, he knows not that it was I who saved his life,” thought the little mermaid. “I carried him over the sea to the wood where the temple stands: I sat beneath the foam, and watched till the human beings came to help him. I saw the pretty maiden that he loves better than he loves me;” and the mermaid sighed deeply, but she could not shed tears. “He says the maiden belongs to the holy temple, therefore she will never return to the world. They will meet no more: while I am by his side, and see him every day. I will take care of him, and love him, and give up my life for his sake.”
Very soon it was said that the prince must marry, and that the beautiful daughter of a neighboring king would be his wife, for a fine ship was being fitted out. Although the prince gave out that he merely intended to pay a visit to the king, it was generally supposed that he really went to see his daughter. A great company were to go with him. The little mermaid smiled, and shook her head. She knew the prince’s thoughts better than any of the others.
“I must travel,” he had said to her; “I must see this beautiful princess; my parents desire it; but they will not oblige me to bring her home as my bride. I cannot love her; she is not like the beautiful maiden in the temple, whom you resemble. If I were forced to choose a bride, I would rather choose you, my dumb foundling, with those expressive eyes.” And then he kissed her rosy mouth, played with her long waving hair, and laid his head on her heart, while she dreamed of human happiness and an immortal soul. “You are not afraid of the sea, my dumb child,” said he, as they stood on the deck of the noble ship which was to carry them to the country of the neighboring king. And then he told her of storm and of calm, of strange fishes in the deep beneath them, and of what the divers had seen there; and she smiled at his descriptions, for she knew better than any one what wonders were at the bottom of the sea.
In the moonlight, when all on board were asleep, excepting the man at the helm, who was steering, she sat on the deck, gazing down through the clear water. She thought she could distinguish her father’s castle, and upon it her aged grandmother, with the silver crown on her head, looking through the rushing tide at the keel of the vessel. Then her sisters came up on the waves, and gazed at her mournfully, wringing their white hands. She beckoned to them, and smiled, and wanted to tell them how happy and well off she was; but the cabin-boy approached, and when her sisters dived down he thought it was only the foam of the sea which he saw.
The next morning the ship sailed into the harbor of a beautiful town belonging to the king whom the prince was going to visit. The church bells were ringing, and from the high towers sounded a flourish of trumpets; and soldiers, with flying colors and glittering bayonets, lined the rocks through which they passed. Every day was a festival; balls and entertainments followed one another.
But the princess had not yet appeared. People said that she was being brought up and educated in a religious house, where she was learning every royal virtue. At last she came. Then the little mermaid, who was very anxious to see whether she was really beautiful, was obliged to acknowledge that she had never seen a more perfect vision of beauty. Her skin was delicately fair, and beneath her long dark eye-lashes her laughing blue eyes shone with truth and purity.
“It was you,” said the prince, “who saved my life when I lay dead on the beach,” and he folded his blushing bride in his arms. “Oh, I am too happy,” said he to the little mermaid; “my fondest hopes are all fulfilled. You will rejoice at my happiness; for your devotion to me is great and sincere.”
The little mermaid kissed his hand, and felt as if her heart were already broken. His wedding morning would bring death to her, and she would change into the foam of the sea. All the church bells rung, and the heralds rode about the town proclaiming the betrothal. Perfumed oil was burning in costly silver lamps on every altar. The priests waved the censers, while the bride and bridegroom joined their hands and received the blessing of the bishop. The little mermaid, dressed in silk and gold, held up the bride’s train; but her ears heard nothing of the festive music, and her eyes saw not the holy ceremony; she thought of the night of death which was coming to her, and of all she had lost in the world. On the same evening the bride and bridegroom went on board ship; cannons were roaring, flags waving, and in the centre of the ship a costly tent of purple and gold had been erected. It contained elegant couches, for the reception of the bridal pair during the night. The ship, with swelling sails and a favorable wind, glided away smoothly and lightly over the calm sea. When it grew dark a number of colored lamps were lit, and the sailors danced merrily on the deck. The little mermaid could not help thinking of her first rising out of the sea, when she had seen similar festivities and joys; and she joined in the dance, poised herself in the air as a swallow when he pursues his prey, and all present cheered her with wonder. She had never danced so elegantly before. Her tender feet felt as if cut with sharp knives, but she cared not for it; a sharper pang had pierced through her heart. She knew this was the last evening she should ever see the prince, for whom she had forsaken her kindred and her home; she had given up her beautiful voice, and suffered unheard-of pain daily for him, while he knew nothing of it. This was the last evening that she would breathe the same air with him, or gaze on the starry sky and the deep sea; an eternal night, without a thought or a dream, awaited her: she had no soul and now she could never win one. All was joy and gayety on board ship till long after midnight; she laughed and danced with the rest, while the thoughts of death were in her heart. The prince kissed his beautiful bride, while she played with his raven hair, till they went arm-in-arm to rest in the splendid tent. Then all became still on board the ship; the helmsman, alone awake, stood at the helm. The little mermaid leaned her white arms on the edge of the vessel, and looked towards the east for the first blush of morning, for that first ray of dawn that would bring her death. She saw her sisters rising out of the flood: they were as pale as herself; but their long beautiful hair waved no more in the wind, and had been cut off.
“We have given our hair to the witch,” said they, “to obtain help for you, that you may not die to-night. She has given us a knife: here it is, see it is very sharp. Before the sun rises you must plunge it into the heart of the prince; when the warm blood falls upon your feet they will grow together again, and form into a fish’s tail, and you will be once more a mermaid, and return to us to live out your three hundred years before you die and change into the salt sea foam. Haste, then; he or you must die before sunrise. Our old grandmother moans so for you, that her white hair is falling off from sorrow, as ours fell under the witch’s scissors. Kill the prince and come back; hasten: do you not see the first red streaks in the sky? In a few minutes the sun will rise, and you must die.” And then they sighed deeply and mournfully, and sank down beneath the waves.
The little mermaid drew back the crimson curtain of the tent, and beheld the fair bride with her head resting on the prince’s breast. She bent down and kissed his fair brow, then looked at the sky on which the rosy dawn grew brighter and brighter; then she glanced at the sharp knife, and again fixed her eyes on the prince, who whispered the name of his bride in his dreams. She was in his thoughts, and the knife trembled in the hand of the little mermaid: then she flung it far away from her into the waves; the water turned red where it fell, and the drops that spurted up looked like blood. She cast one more lingering, half-fainting glance at the prince, and then threw herself from the ship into the sea, and thought her body was dissolving into foam. The sun rose above the waves, and his warm rays fell on the cold foam of the little mermaid, who did not feel as if she were dying. She saw the bright sun, and all around her floated hundreds of transparent beautiful beings; she could see through them the white sails of the ship, and the red clouds in the sky; their speech was melodious, but too ethereal to be heard by mortal ears, as they were also unseen by mortal eyes. The little mermaid perceived that she had a body like theirs, and that she continued to rise higher and higher out of the foam. “Where am I?” asked she, and her voice sounded ethereal, as the voice of those who were with her; no earthly music could imitate it.
“Among the daughters of the air,” answered one of them. “A mermaid has not an immortal soul, nor can she obtain one unless she wins the love of a human being. On the power of another hangs her eternal destiny. But the daughters of the air, although they do not possess an immortal soul, can, by their good deeds, procure one for themselves. We fly to warm countries, and cool the sultry air that destroys mankind with the pestilence. We carry the perfume of the flowers to spread health and restoration. After we have striven for three hundred years to all the good in our power, we receive an immortal soul and take part in the happiness of mankind. You, poor little mermaid, have tried with your whole heart to do as we are doing; you have suffered and endured and raised yourself to the spirit-world by your good deeds; and now, by striving for three hundred years in the same way, you may obtain an immortal soul.”
The little mermaid lifted her glorified eyes towards the sun, and felt them, for the first time, filling with tears. On the ship, in which she had left the prince, there were life and noise; she saw him and his beautiful bride searching for her; sorrowfully they gazed at the pearly foam, as if they knew she had thrown herself into the waves. Unseen she kissed the forehead of her bride, and fanned the prince, and then mounted with the other children of the air to a rosy cloud that floated through the aether.
“After three hundred years, thus shall we float into the kingdom of heaven,” said she. “And we may even get there sooner,” whispered one of her companions.
Bertie how old are you?Because that question is bothering me all the time!:)(:
April 7, 2015
I loved this story !!! Bertie, could we get an Egypt Tale ? Please let me know soon
February 12, 2009
what a lovely story what sad story
February 14, 2009
THIS WAS A GEART STORY AND TEE THE FROG PRINCE HE MAKES GOOD STORIES.KEEP MAKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD stooooooooooooooooooooooooooories
February 17, 2009
nice stories you have made
February 17, 2009
The little mermaid reminds me of Rebecca in Ivanhoe.
Both of them suffered and endured like pilgrims. At last , they devoted themselves to good deeds. Just like what Tennyson said
‘For men may come and men may go,
But I go on forever. ’
And where would they go? Maybe some beautiful planet or dreamland faraway, where they could meet each other and be guardians of green meadows and blue skies and white clouds…
February 23, 2009
this is a brilliant story
February 24, 2009
it is an amazing story and ariel is sooooooooooooooo cooooooooooooooooooool
February 25, 2009
its a good story….. @@
March 1, 2009
did ariel die!?! apparently she did in the orignal
April 2, 2009
Sharni, This is the original. The Little Mermaid doesn’t quite die. She’s transformed.
A moving masterpiece and pure black magic of unsurpassed imagenative alchemy indeed!!!!!
Thrilling and with lots of pathos!!!!
Told in the spellbinding voice of Natasha. A little back ground sound effect may enhance it beauty many more times……
April 2, 2009
Shargeel, Many thanks ! I’m really glad you enjoyed the Little Mermaid . It’s a long story, but worth it I think.
The children really enjoyed this story but found the events near the end pretty distressing. You did warn that it was not the Disney version. Most of them simply kept in their minds the Disney version that they knew and just somehow felt that this version was wrong at the end. Cutting off her tongue was a little intense. Also the transformation was confusing but not too distressing.
Again, I wish this site had warnings for death or mutilation.
June 25, 2010
Maria, this is Hans Christian Andersen. He wrote the story, not Walt Disney, and therefore it has enormous power. For me, the whole point is that the mermaid has to choose between love and mortality, so of course she has to die . I really don’t think the fact that she dies is even meant to be sad, as she does go to a sort of heaven. What makes this story so moving is that she gives up her prospect of a perfect life for a man who does not love her, or even notice her. It’s the fact that her perfect love and sacrifice is not returned which make it so sad. It would be hard to write a warning about that. The language is difficult, and it’s quite long, anyone who listens to the end must be reasonably mature in my view.
I might beef up the intro about this being a sad story, but If I wrote “contains mutilation” that would make it sound like a horror story and would be a total misrepresentation of one of the greatest children’s stories ever written, and utterly ludicrous.
Natasha it was horribal.I am sorry but that’s what I think.
September 25, 2011
IT ABSOLULUETLY EXELLENT but I have a reqeust that pleease add the audio of TANGLED THE MOVIE FROM DISNEY THANK YOU
October 8, 2011
all your storys are good but some aer just old school and just boring but like the little mermaid part three people want to here that it says that it’s a good storynory
October 26, 2011
its a sad story but i hope theres part 4 where the mermaid and the prince wlll meet
October 29, 2011
It was sad but who cares right it’s part of the story!
November 14, 2011
i wish there is part 4 for this story if there is no psrt 4 it ends sad
December 2, 2011
nice story its really full of feeling
December 13, 2011
I love mermaids and this story.This story is the best it is so cool and the mermaid looked like the mermaid named ariel.
December 19, 2011
and it is awesome!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
December 19, 2011
Thank you for your comment,the Little Mermaid part 3, delivers a dramatic end to the trilogy. The Little Mermaid, is unable to reach her prince, as she has sacrificed her voice it to the Sea Witch. She is given the chance to redeem herself in heaven by the Spirits of the Sea, who come to her rescue.
lovely you should put horrid henrys.and also harry potter.bye bye bye bye.
March 20, 2012
Thank you for your comment. The Little Mermaid part three is a sad but enchanting tale. It is a little different from Harry Potter as most of the magic takes
part at Sea. I hope you find more magic tales you enjoy on Storynory.com
I AM A MERMAID I HAVE A LONGE GREEN TALL AND A HAVE POWER IN THE WATER O I AM SO LUCKY
March 22, 2012
Gud for my project!!
April 18, 2012
OH!! SO WONDERFUL I WISH THE PRINCE SHOULD HAVE MARRY THE MERMAID
May 4, 2012
i am speachless. that was great ^^
May 8, 2012
but its a little sad
May 8, 2012
i love it
May 9, 2012
this was sooooooooo boring and babish if u know what i mean of course u dont kissssssss snog
May 20, 2012
i like the story
August 12, 2012
The story is so gggggggggggggggggggggggoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd
August 12, 2012
ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh my gosh this is cooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooool
i am from india. can’t you have some indian myths on your site…from the mahabharata or ramayan? they are not very sad and the good always win in the end.
by the way, your site is wonderful.
November 2, 2014
Thank you for your suggestion! Bertie will be working on some Indian stories at some point yes.
Jana Elizabeth —
November 2, 2014
bertie how old are you?
January 14, 2015
I was so sad at the end cause she never got to tell the Prince that she saved him and sing to him. I’m gonna rewrite the end for myself.
February 4, 2015
I loved the story. I have never seen such a happy story, with such a happy ending. I like mermaids. How do you marry a mermaid.
Harry Potter —
February 17, 2015
This book is really good and i always used to watch the little mermaid with my sister please can you do frozen in audio please i am really obsessed with Frozen
February 23, 2015
is there any more stories about mermaids, Bertie?
STORY LOVER MERMAIDS
p.s. I love mermaids!
STORY LOVER MERMAIDS —
March 30, 2015
September 24, 2015
I am 5 years old. I love little merimad
November 12, 2015
So cool thanks for adding this
May 23, 2016
Actually it’s only the part 1 part 2 is the tale of ariel and eric’s daughter melody if she died in part 1 how can she revive in part 2 giving birth to a daughter named melody totally confused with the little mermaid
aardra pattnaik —
September 9, 2016
john cena —
November 15, 2016
It’s kinda a long story but, I love this story
January 30, 2017
I liked it
May 20, 2017
great thx for this I love the little mermaid this is a much darker version I have ever seen but I love it very sad for the little mermaid I wonder if this would be a play????? I have done the little mermaid before and seeing this well lets just say it is great 🙂
July 14, 2017
Mimi same here it is very long but It is worth it a lot
July 14, 2017
I listened to this 1000000 times and I still love it