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OH， so many dainty things
can be cut out of paste- board and pasted together！ In
this fashion there was cutand pasted a castle so large that it took up a whole
tabletop， and it was painted so that it seemed to be
built outof red brick． It had a shining copper roof； it had towersand a drawbridge； the water in
the canals looked likeplate glass， which is just wtat
it was； and in the topmosttower there stood a watchman
cut out of wood． He had atrumpet， but he didn' t blow it．
All this belonged to a little boy named William．
Heraised and then lowered the drawbridge himself， and
madehis tin soldiers march over it．He opened the castle
gateto peep into the spacious reception hall， where all
theface cards from a pack—Hearts，Diamonds， Clubs and Spades—hung in frames upon the wall， like portraits
in areal reception hall．The Kings each held a scepter
and wore a crown．The Queens wore flowing veils over
their shoulders， and in their hands each held a flower
or a fan．The Knaves had halberds and nodding plumes．
One evening the little boy peered through the open gates of the castle to have
a look at the Court Cards in thereception hall．It
seemed to him that the Kings saluted him with their scepters， the Queen of Spades waved the golden tulip she held， the Queen of Hearts raised her fan， and all
four Queens graciously took notice of him．As he came a
little closer to get a better view， his headstruck
against the castle and shook it．Then the four Knaves， of Hearts， Diamonds， Clubs， and Spades，
liftedtheir halberds to warn him not to try to press his way through．
The little boy understood，and gave them a friendly nod．He nodded again，and then he said："Say some－ thing，"but the Court Cards said not a word．However， when he nodded a third time to the Knave of Hearts， theKnave jumped out of his card and placed himself in the middle of
the floor．
"What's your name？"he asked the youngster．"You have bright eyes and good teeth，
but you don't wash yourhands often enough．"This
was not a very polite way to talk．
"My name is william，"said the youngster．"This castle is mine，and you are my
Knave of Hearts．"
"I'm my King's and my Queen's Knave， not yours，"said the Knave of Hearts．"I can
get off of the card and outof the frame too． So can my
gracious King and Queen， even more easily than I． We can march right out into the wide world，
but that' s such a tiresome journey， and wehave grown
weary of it．It's more convenient，and more pleasant for us to be sitting in the cards， just being our-selves．"
"Were all of you really human beings once？"asked
the youngster．
"Human beings？" the Knave of Hearts said．"Yes， but we were not as good as we
should have been． Now please light a little wax candle
for me． I'd like a red onebest，
for red is the color of my King and Queen．Then I shall
tell our whole story to the lord of the castle—I be－lieve you said you were lord of the castle，
didn't you？Butdon't interrupt me． If I speak， there must not be theslightest
interruption．"
"Do you see my King—the King of Hearts？Of these four kings， he is the oldest， the first-born． He was born with a golden
crown and a golden apple， and he began to rule
immediately． His Queen was born with a golden fan．
She still has it． They had a wonderful time， even inchildhood． They did not have to go
to school． They couldamuse themselves all day long， building up castles and knocking them down，setting
up tin soldiers，and playing with dolls．If they asked for a slice of bread and butter， their bread was buttered on both sides and nicely sprin－ kled with brown sugar too． This was in the
good old days which were called the golden age，but they
tired of it all，and so did I．
Yes， those were the good old days！—and then the King of Diamonds took over the **．"
The Knave didn't say any more．The little boy wait－ ed to hear something else，but not a
syllable was spoken， so after a while he asked，"What then？"
The Knave of Hearts made him no answer．He stood erect
and silent， with his eyes fixed on the burning
waxcandle．[The youngster nodded， and nodded again， buthe got no response．] He then turned to the Knave of Dia-
monds， and when he had nodded to him three times
theKnave leaped from the card to the center of the floor．He said only two words："Wax candle！"
Understanding what he wanted， little William atonce
lighted a red candle and placed it before him． The
Knave of Diamonds presented arms with his halberd， andsaid：
"Then the King of Diamonds came to the throne—a
King with a pane of glass in his chest．The Queen also
had a pane of glass in her chest， so people could look
right inside them， though in all other respects they
were shaped as normal human beings．They were so
pleasant that a monument was raised in their honor． It
stood with－ out falling for seven whole years， but it was built to standforever．"The
Knave of Diamonds presented arms and stared at the red wax candle．
Immediately， without any nod of encouragement from
little William， the Knave of Clubs stepped down， as seri－ ous as the stork that strides with
such dignity across the meadow． like a bird， the black three-leafed clover in thecorner of the card flew past
the Knave and back again， tofit itself where it had
fitted before． Without waiting for his wax candle—as the other knaves had done—the Knave of
Clubs said：
"Not everyone gets his bread buttered on both sides and powdered with
sugar．My King and Queen had none of that． They were compelled to go to school and learn what they had not
learned before．They too had panes of glass in their
chests， but nobody looked through the glass except to
see if something was wrong with their works inside，[and
if possible to find out some reason for scolding them．]
I know it．I have served my King and Queen all my lile
long．I know all about them， and
I obey all their orders． They commanded me to say
nothing more tonight， so I keep si－ lence and present arms．"
But William lighted a candle for this Knave too—a
candle， white as snow．Quickly—[even more quickly than the candle was lighted]—the Knave of Spades appeared [in the center of the hall．] He hurried along， yet helimped as if he
had a lame leg．[It creaked and cracked asif it had once
been broken．Yes，he had met with
many ups and downs in his life．]Now he spoke：
"Yes， you have each got a candle， and I shall getone too． I know that． But if we Knaves are honored sohighly，our
kings and Queens should have triple honors．
[And it is right that My king and Queen should have four candles each． Their story and trials are so sad and unhappy that they have good
reason to dress in mourning and to wear a grave－digger's
spade on their coat of arms．] Poor Knave that I am， in one game of cards I have been micknamed 'Black Peter．' Yes！ But I have a name that isn't even
fitto mention．"So he whispered，"In another game I am nicknamed'Dirty Mads'—I who was once first cavalier to the King of Spades．Now I am last！The history of my royal master
and mistress I will not tell，[for they do not wish me to
do so．] The little lord of the castle may imagine their
story for himself if he will，but it is a most melan－ choly one． They have sunk pretty low， and their fate is not apt to change for the better until we all go
riding on the red horse， higher than there are clouds．"
And little William proceeded to light three candles apiece for the Kings， and three for the Queens．[But for the King
and Queen of Spades， he lighted four candles apiece，]and the whole reception hall became as dazzlinglybright as the
wealthiest emperor's palace． The four Kingsand Queens
made each other serene bows and gracious curtsies． The
Queen of Hearts fluttered her golden fan，and the Queen
of Spades twirled her golden tulip in a wheel of fire．
The royal couples came down from their cards and frames to move in a graceful
minuet across the floor．[They were dancing in and out
among the candle flames， and the Knaves were dancing
too． ] [Suddenly the entire reception hall was ablaze．The fire roared up through the windows and the walls， and ev－ erything was a curtain of flames
that crackled and hissed．] The whole castle was wrapped
in fire and smoke．William was frightened．He ran shouting to his father and mother，"Fire，fire！ My castle's on fire！" Itsparkled and blazed， but from the
flames it sang：
"Now we are riding the red horse， higher than the
clouds． This is the way it behooves Kings and Queens to
go．And this is the way it behooves their Knaves to fol－ low．"
Yes！That was the end of William's castle，and of the Court Cards． William is still alive， and he washes hishands． It was not his
fault that the castle burned．
这篇童话最初发表在1869年1月纽约出版的《青少年河边杂志》上。从1868年到1872年间安徒生陆续给这个刊物提供新的童话，每篇得50美元的稿酬，条件是这篇作品只能在美国发表一个月以后才得在别的地方刊出。所以这篇作品直到 1909年才在丹麦的《圣诞节之书》（ Juleboger）上刊出，这已经是安徒生逝世24年以后的事了。
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