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Even the Witch, however, is reluctant to tell the Fisherman how to give up his soul, and again the soul is portrayed as having an inherent value the Fisherman has not yet considered. As far as the Fisherman is concerned, it is simply an obstacle between him and his love for the Mermaid. Although the Witch decides to help him, her decision has sinister undertones.

Indeed, the reference to a male figure who will appear on the Sabbath suggests that, as she is a witch, her intention is to involve the Fisherman in some sort of Satanic ritual. That evening, the Fisherman climbs the mountain, and witches come flying through the air at midnight. When the young Witch arrives, she leads the Fisherman into the moonlight where they begin to dance. The Witch is distressed and has to be forced to tell the Fisherman how to send away his soul, which is by cutting away his shadow with a knife.

This passage strongly hints that the man in the suit is the devil—not only does he appear on the Sabbath to be worshipped by witches, he arrives on a horse and is dressed in black. When the Fisherman is lead towards this man, his instinct is to make the sign of the cross and to call upon God. Even though the Fisherman has previously disavowed the value of the soul, he nonetheless displays an instinctive connection to Christianity and uses it to protect himself.

The effect this has on both the man and the witches underscores their evil nature. As such, Wilde implies that if the Fisherman does manage to send away his soul, there will be drastic consequences. Temptation, Corruption, and Evil. The Fisherman now makes his way toward the shore while his Soul calls out to him. At first the Soul begs the Fisherman not to send him away, and then asks that if he is indeed to be sent away, he not be sent away without a heart. The Fisherman denies each of his requests; the Soul tells the Fisherman they must meet again, and that he will come back to the same place every year.

The Soul now becomes a character in his own right, and begins to develop his own agency and desires, which are increasingly in conflict with those of the Fisherman. This underscores how consumed he is with love for the Mermaid, and how she has become his sole priority.

The Soul returns a year later and calls the Fisherman to the shore. The Soul recounts his travels to the East where he obtained the Mirror of Wisdom. The following year, the Soul returns and again recounts his travels to the South where he found the Ring of Riches, which he has also hidden in the valley.

This is emphasized by the level of detail and the lavish language the Soul employs; the Soul is determined to tempt the Fisherman, but he seems entirely immune to worldly and material temptation.

Even after these prolonged descriptions, the Fisherman instantly replies that his love for the Mermaid is superior than anything the Soul might have to offer. Indeed, it seems what truly tempts the Fisherman is the simple fact that this girl has feet and can dance, while the Mermaid has no feet and cannot. In this way, it is a superficial and carnal image that tempts the Fisherman, and Wilde seems to suggest that temptations of this nature are the most corrupt and alluring.

From one of them a nightingale was singing. As we approached it two eunuchs came out to meet us. Their fat bodies swayed as they walked, and they glanced curiously at me with their yellow-lidded eyes. One of them drew aside the captain of the guard, and in a low voice whispered to him. The other kept munching scented pastilles, which he took with an affected gesture out of an oval box of lilac enamel.

They went back to the palace, the eunuchs following slowly behind and plucking the sweet mulberries from the trees as they passed. Once the elder of the two turned round, and smiled at me with an evil smile. I walked on without trembling, and drawing the heavy curtain aside I entered in. Behind him stood a brass-turbaned Nubian, naked down to the waist, and with heavy earrings in his split ears.

On a table by the side of the couch lay a mighty scimitar of steel. Knowest thou not that I am Emperor of this city? The blade whizzed through me, and did me no hurt. The man fell sprawling on the floor, and, when he rose up, his teeth chattered with terror and he hid himself behind the couch. I caught it in its flight, and brake the shaft into two pieces. He shot at me with an arrow, but I held up my hands and it stopped in mid-air.

Then he drew a dagger from a belt of white leather, and stabbed the Nubian in the throat lest the slave should tell of his dishonour. The man writhed like a trampled snake, and a red foam bubbled from his lips. Give me half of thy treasure, and I will go away. When the captain of the guard saw me, he wondered. When the eunuchs saw me, their knees shook and they fell upon the ground in fear.

The Emperor touched one of the walls and it opened, and we passed down a corridor that was lit with many torches.

In niches upon each side stood great wine-jars filled to the brim with silver pieces. When we reached the centre of the corridor the Emperor spake the word that may not be spoken, and a granite door swung back on a secret spring, and he put his hands before his face lest his eyes should be dazzled.

There were huge tortoise-shells full of pearls, and hollowed moonstones of great size piled up with red rubies. The gold was stored in coffers of elephant-hide, and the gold-dust in leather bottles. There were opals and sapphires, the former in cups of crystal, and the latter in cups of jade.

Round green emeralds were ranged in order upon thin plates of ivory, and in one corner were silk bags filled, some with turquoise-stones and others with beryls. The ivory horns were heaped with purple amethysts, and the horns of brass with chalcedonies and sards. The pillars, which were of cedar, were hung with strings of yellow lynx-stones.

In the flat oval shields there were carbuncles, both wine-coloured and coloured like grass. And yet I have told thee but a tithe of what was there. And I will give thee camels and camel drivers, and they shall do thy bidding and take thy share of the treasure to whatever part of the world thou desirest to go. And the thing shall be done to night, for I would not that the Sun, who is my father, should see that there is in my city a man whom I cannot slay. As for me, I have no need of these.

Nor shall I take aught from thee but that little ring that thou wearest on the finger of thy hand. Therefore take thy half of the treasure and go from my city. The half that is mine shall be thine also. It is but a day's journey from this place, and it waits for thy coming.

He who has this Ring is richer than all the kings of the world. Come therefore and take it, and the world's riches shall be thine. But the young Fisherman laughed. I sat there with sailors who drank of two different coloured wines, and ate bread made of barley, and little salt fish served in bay leaves with vinegar.

And as we sat and made merry, there entered to us an old man bearing a leathern carpet and a lute that had two horns of amber. And when he had laid out the carpet on the floor, he struck with a quill on the wire strings of his lute, and a girl whose face was veiled ran in and began to dance before us.

Her face was veiled with a veil of gauze, but her feet were naked. Naked were her feet, and they moved over the carpet like little white pigeons. Never have I seen anything so marvellous, and the city in which she dances is but a day's journey from this place. Now when the young Fisherman heard the words of his soul, he remembered that the little Mermaid had no feet and could not dance.

And when he had reached the dry shore he laughed again, and held out his arms to his Soul. And his Soul gave a great cry of joy and ran to meet him, and entered into him, and the young Fisherman saw stretched before him upon the sand that shadow of the body that is the body of the Soul.

So they made haste, and all that night they journeyed beneath the p. Nevertheless let us enter in. So they entered in and passed through the streets, and as they passed through the Street of the Jewellers the young fisherman saw a fair silver cup set forth in a booth. So they entered in and passed through the streets, and as they passed through the Street of the Sellers of Sandals, the young Fisherman saw a child standing by a jar of water.

So they entered in and passed through the streets, but nowhere could the young Fisherman find the river or the inn that stood by its side. So he sat him down in the market-place and rested, and after a time there went by a hooded merchant who had a cloak of cloth of Tartary, and bare a lantern of pierced horn at the end of a jointed reed.

Therefore come with me, for I have a guest-chamber. So the young Fisherman rose up and followed the merchant to his house. And when he had passed through a garden of pomegranates and entered into the house, the merchant brought him rose-water in a copper dish that he might wash his hands, and ripe melons that he might quench his thirst, and set a bowl of rice and a piece of roasted kid before him.

And after that he had finished, the merchant led him to the guest-chamber, bade him sleep and be at rest. And the young Fisherman gave him thanks, and kissed the ring that was on his hand, and flung himself down on the carpets of dyed goat's-hair. And when he had covered himself with a covering of black lamb's-wool he fell asleep. And the young Fisherman rose up and crept towards the room of the merchant, and over the feet of the merchant there was lying a curved sword, and the tray by the side of the merchant held nine purses of gold.

Surely thou art evil. Thee also I hate, and I bid thee tell me wherefore thou hast wrought with me in this wise. Hast thou forgotten that thou gavest me no heart? I trow not. And so trouble not thyself nor me, but be at peace, for there is no pain that thou shalt not give away, nor any pleasure that thou shalt not receive.

Once in his life may a man send his Soul away, but he who receiveth back his Soul must keep it with him for ever, and this is his punishment and his reward. And when the young Fisherman knew that he could no longer get rid of his Soul, and that it was an evil Soul and would abide with him always, he fell upon the ground weeping bitterly. Even to the sea will I return, and to the little bay where she is wont to sing, and I will call to her and tell her the evil I have done and the evil thou hast wrought on me.

The world has many fairer than she is. There are the dancing-girls of Samaris who dance in the manner of all kinds of birds and beasts. Their feet are painted with henna, and in their hands they have little copper bells. They laugh while they dance, and their laughter is as clear as the laughter of water.

Come with me and I will show them to thee. For what is this trouble of thine about the things of sin? Is that which is pleasant to eat not made for the eater? Is there poison in that which is sweet to drink? Trouble not thyself, but come with me to another city. There is a little city hard by in which there is a garden of tulip-trees.

And there dwell in this comely garden white peacocks and peacocks that have blue breasts. Their tails when they spread them to the sun are like disks of ivory and like p. But the young Fisherman answered not his Soul, but closed his lips with the seal of silence and with a tight cord bound his hands, and journeyed back to the place from which he had come, even to the little bay where his love had been wont to sing.

And ever did his Soul tempt him by the way, but he made it no answer, nor would he do any of the wickedness that it sought to make him to do, so great was the power of the love that was within him. And when he had reached the shore of the sea, he loosed the cord from his hands, and took the seal of silence from his lips, and called to the little Mermaid. But she came not to his call, though he called to her all day long and besought her. Thou art as one who in time of dearth pours water into a broken vessel.

Thou givest away what thou hast, and nought is given to thee in return. It were better for thee to come with me, for I know where the Valley of Pleasure lies, and what things are wrought there. But the young Fisherman answered not his Soul, but in a cleft of the rock he built himself a house of wattles, and abode there for the space of a year. And every morning he called to the Mermaid, and every noon he called to her again and at night-time he spake her name. Yet never did she rise out of the sea to meet him, nor in any place of the sea could he find her, though he sought for her in the caves and in the green water, in the pools of the tide and in the wells that are at the bottom of the deep.

And ever did his Soul tempt him with evil, and whisper of terrible things. Yet did it not prevail against him, so great was the power of his love. I will tempt him now with good, and it may be that he will come with me. Suffer me now to tell thee of the world's pain, and it may be that thou wilt hearken.

For of a truth, pain is the Lord of this world, nor is there anyone who escapes from its net. There be some who lack raiment, and others who lack bread. There be widows who sit in purple, and widows who sit in rags.

To and fro over the fens go the lepers, and they are cruel to each other. The beggars go up and down on the highways, and their wallets are empty. Through the streets of the p.

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Theme Wheel. Everything you need for every book you read. He calls out to his Mermaid wife three times a day each day for three years. However, she never responds to his call. The Soul tries to tempt the Fisherman to do evil deeds but finds that he can resist because of his strong love for the Mermaid. The Soul tries to tempt the Fisherman away from his home by telling him that he can go out into the world and help the poor.

However, the Fisherman's strong love for the Mermaid keeps him at home. The Soul asks the Fisherman to let him back into his heart.

Believing that this would stop the Soul being evil, the Fisherman agrees. The Soul, however, finds that he cannot enter the heart because it is full of love for the Mermaid. One stormy day, the Mermaid's dead body is washed up on shore. The Soul tries to persuade the Fisherman to move away from the body, telling him that he will be drowned by the huge waves. The Fisherman, however, does not move. The Soul manages to reenter the Fisherman's heart before he dies.

The next day, the Priest finds the bodies of the Fisherman and the Mermaid on the beach. Certain that the Fisherman is damned for loving one of the soulless Sea-folk, the Priest orders that both bodies be buried in an unmarked grave in a corner of Fullers' Field "where no sweet herbs grow".

Three years later, the Priest is preparing to give a sermon on the Wrath of God. He notices some flowers of a kind which he has never seen before on the altar. He unexpectedly finds himself giving a sermon on God's love instead. Although nobody can tell the Priest what kind of flowers those on the altar are, he is told that they grew in a corner of Fullers' Field.

The following day, the Priest blesses the sea and the Sea-folk. Literawiki Explore. Antivandalism Recent changes. Wikia Help. Explore Wikis Community Central. Register Don't have an account?