Story
by Theophile Gautier, Chevalier de St. Georges, and Jean Coralli This summary
was written by Gladys Davidson, and published in her book Stories of the Ballets
(Werner, Laurie; London 1949). In the quaint villages snuggling amidst the
romantic forest and mountain regions of the Rhineland, many strange, mystic legends
of fairies and ghostly visitants were once firmly believed in by the simple peasants
who dwelt therein. Even at the beginning of the nineteenth century, these country
folk carefully kept away from any lonely spots said to be haunted by such uncanny
beings - especially so after darkness had fallen. One of the most curious
of these strange legends concerned that of the Wilis who were said to reveal themselves
in many a forest glade from midnight until four o'clock in the morning. The Wilis
were believed to be the ghostly sylph-like spirits of young maidens who had been
deserted or deceived by their lovers and had died of grief before their wedding
bells had chimed - and, in particular, of girls who had had a great love of dancing
in their former lives. The Wilis spent most of their hours as sylphs in dancing
together in a maze of wonderfuls formations, their ethereal figures in filmy draperies
weaving endless patterns as they floated over the flower-starred emerald grass. But,
lovely though they were to look at, the Wilis kept up a dangerous grudge against
all the male mortals they came in contact with. If any young man happened to be
out alone in the forest late at night and was unlucky enough to fall in with a
group of Wilis dancing as sylphs in the moonlight, he was never seen alive again.
The dancing phantoms would quickly surround him and compel him to join in their
giddy whirling movements until he became too exhausted to recover and, at last,
fell to the ground, dead. Consequently, at the time when the story opens,
in the early part of the nineteenth century, it was no wonder that most of the
young men in one of these pretty Rhineland villages were still unwilling to find
themselves out after midnight in forest glades said to be haunted by the Wilis.
Even the girls were often warned by their parents to be careful to avoid such
danger spots - especially if they happened to be unusually fond of dancing. It
was believed in this village that girls with a passion for dancing were more brokenhearted,
than those who did not care whether they danced or not. One of the girls
most frequently warned about this was a fair young maiden named Giselle, who,
besides being the best dancer, was also the prettiest girl in the village. So
beautiful indeed, was this young peasant maiden, Giselle, that she already had
two sweethearts. One of these was Hilarion, a forest-ranger or game-keeper, who
had loved her deeply for a long time and was hoping to become betrothed to her
in due course. Of late, however, he had felt that Giselle was no longer interested
in him, as was formerly the case, and that he had a rival. This was the
truth. The beautiful Giselle had recently attracted the attention and admiration
of Albrecht, the handsome young Duke of Silesia, whose Castle overlooked the village;
and he soon fell desperately in love with her. But there were more difficulties
in the way of his romance. In the first place, he was already betrothed to the
proud Princess Bathilde of Courland, whom he was expected to marry at some not
too distant date. Secondly, he was aware that his high social position would not
permit of his marriage with a peasant maid. Nevertheless, he had conceived so
deep a passion for the beautiful Giselle that he was determined to see her as
frequently as possible; and he hoped to win her love. Suspecting that the
simple village beauty might be unwilling to meet him as the powerful Duke of that
district, and also wishing to keep his sweet romance a secret for the time being,
he devised a plan of action with the help of his favourite attendant, a young
squire named Wilfred. He made use of an empty cottage which stood opposite the
rustic home of Giselle and her mother, Berthe. Here he would arrive secretly and
discard his fine clothes as a young lord; and then he would issue forth from the
cottage dressed in the simple grab of a peasant. Thus disguised, he made the acquaintance
of Giselle, to whom he introduced himself as Loys, a rustic youth. So charming
was the newcomer that Giselle all too quickly fell in love with him; and she believed
the handsome Loys to be indeed a peasant such as hilarion and her other village
friends. The lovers met many times, and their ecstatic happiness increased
with every meeting. Giselle danced now more than ever before, and was overjoyed
on discovering that her beloved Loys was likewise a splendid dancer. He was infinitely
more graceful than any of the village youths who had formerly been her partners. Buy
Hilarion, the game-keeper, was far from happy. He became furiously jealous whenever
he saw Giselle in the company of the stranger, Loys. He also nursed dark suspicions
of the latter, not knowing whence he came nor why he had appeared so unexpectantly
in the village. Full of mistrust, he determined to keep a close watch upon the
hated newcomer who had so quickly stolen away from him the heart of the village
belle. He believed him to be a masquerader. Another person likewise uneasy
in his mind was the squire attendant, Wilfred, who felt that the young Duke's
secret romance could not long remain hidden and that it might end disastrously. One
morning, therefore, the anxious Wilfred endeavoured to persuade Albrecht to abandon
his dangerous deception; but the latter refused to listen to his wise counsel
and angrily ordered him to return to the Castle and attend to certain urgent matters
there. And Wilfred perforce had to obey; but he departed with a heavy heart, full
of foreboding. Then Albrecht waited for Giselle to come forth from her cottage
home; and when the fair maiden presently appeared the happy lovers talked and
danced together, full of ecstasy. Meanwhile, Hilarion, who had been lurking
in the backgroung and watching them, could restrain himself no longer; and gull
of jealous envy at the sight of the happy lovers, he noe rushed forth and boldly
denounced the stranger Loys as an unknown adventurer not to be trusted. Then he
retreated his former sweetheart to have nothing to do with the newcomer, but to
accept his own deep and long-lasting love instead. But Giselle had already
given her heart to the handsome stranger and had eyes for no one else; and when
Hilarion presently began roughly to upbraid her in his own jealous disappointment,
the pretended Loys attacked him instantly and soon drove him back to the forest
paths. The disguised Duke then returned to his beloved one, and the lovers were
joyful together once more. Presently, the happy pair were joined by a lively
group of village lads and maidens carrying baskets of grapes - for it was the
vintage season; and the whole party, quickly realising how matters stood between
the newcomer and their own lovely Queen of the Village, rejoiced with them, dancing
and singing in the most hilarious manner. Presently, Berthe, the somewhat
severe mother of Giselle, disturbed by the noise, came forth from her cottage
to see what was afoot and to chide the young people for their over-exuberance.
Like Hilarion, she did not approve of the handsome stranger who had so recently
and unaccountably appeared in their midst; and she now commanded Giselle to return
to her home and to her neglected work. She scolded her roundly for thus wasting
her time - even declaring warningly that the young girl might presently be transformed
into a Wili, if she continued to dance so frequently - and extravagantly. The
merry party thus broke up and departed; and Albrecht, satisfied that his disguise
as Loys the peasant was still a safe one, wandered off into the woodlands, hoping
to see his beloved Giselle again later on. Very soon afterwards, the sound
of hunting-horns was heard; and presently a formal hunting-party arrived upon
the scene, headed by the Prince of Courland and his daughter, the Princess Bathilde.
Among the party was the Duke's squire, Wilfred, who appeared anxious and troubled
because his young master had not returned to the Castle in time to receive these
important visitors and to join in their sport. To conceal his anxiety somewhat,
Wilfred arranged for some light refreshment to be brought out from Berthe's cottage
for the enjoyment of the Princess and her royal father. This was set out upon
a rustic table; and the high-born visitors condescendingly sat down to refresh
themselves. When Giselle presently appeared, curtseying shyly, the great
lady talked to her with pleasant interest- totally unaware that the somewhat awed
maiden was her rival in the affections of the young Duke, her betrothed; and presently,
she graciously slipped her own jewelled necklace around the neck of the pretty
peasant girl, to the latter's great delight. The aristocratic guests now
accepted Berthe's respectful invitation to rest a short time in her humble abode;
and when they had retired into the cottage and the huntsman had strolled off into
the forest, Giselle returned alone to look for her beloved Loys. She soon saw
him approaching eagerly towards her; and the reunited lovers once more danced
with the youthful peasants, who had likewise returned. But tragedy was already
in their midst. The jealous and suspicious Hilarion had, meanwhile, found an opportunity
for making his way, unobserved, into the stranger youth's cottage; and he now
rushed forth therefrom in a furious rage, and stopped the dancing. He then flung
down before Giselle and her lover the latter's rich garments as a Duke, together
with his bejewelled sword, declaring that he had found these suspicious objects
in the cottage of the stranger, proving that the latter was no peasant but a nobleman
of high degree. Next, he blew a loud blast upon a hunting-horn, which quickly
brought back the strolling huntsmen, and likewise caused the Prince of Courland
and his daughter to come forth from the cottage in haste. Thus the young
Duke's masquerade came to end, since he was instantly recognised by the amazed
Bathilde and all the royal party as her betrothed, despite the peasant garb he
was wearing; and an angry scene followed. But soon anger changed to dismay.
The beautiful Giselle was so overcome by grief and shame as she realised her deception
by the young Duke and now learned also that the Princess Bathilde was, in truth,
his betrothed future wife, that she snatched the jewelled chain from her neck
and flung it away as she sank to the ground in a paroxysm of sobs. Then,
before the now remorseful Albrecht could reach her side, she sprang up once more
and began to fling herself about and to dash hither and thither in a dance of
such utter madness that the alarmed company quickly realised that the terrible
shock she had received had disturbed the balance of her mind and that she had,
indeed, lost her reason. As though living in the recent past, she enacted some
of the scenes of her tragic deception - to the frantic grief of Albrecht, who
vainly implored her forgiveness and endeavoured to calm her. But the distraught
girl broke away from his restraining arms almost in horror; and snatching up his
sword she plunged the point of it into her breast. Then, with her last remaining
strength, she continued her wild dance. Nobody could stop her uncontrolled but
beautifully rhythmic movements; and all the sympathetic spectators could do was
to gaze upon the distracted girl in awe-struck horror - in particular, her once
severe but now unhappy mother, Berthe, who wrung her hands in the deepest distress,
but was powerless to prevent the sad fate she had only so recently predicted for
her beautiful and beloved daughter. Then came the tragic climax. Even as
the horror-struck company gazed upon the madly-whirling girl, Giselle suddenly
stopped and wavered uncertainly for a moment or two; then, uttering a soft sigh,
she fell back, dead, into the arms of her weeping mother. *
* * * * A short time after this sad tragedy, another hunting party was in
progress one moonlit night; and the huntsmen, led by the game-keeper, Hilarion,
were so eager about their sport that they lingered in the forest much later than
usual and lost their way. Presently, they all trooped into a deep mysterious
glade, at one side of which stood a newly-made grave on a little mound in a sheltered
spot. A small cross had been placed at the head of the grave; and upon this holy
symbol appeared the one word, "Giselle." The huntsmen, however,
did not notice the newly made grave of the unhappy Giselle; but feeling that this
was a somewhat eerie spot into which they had wandered, they began to shiver slightly.
Their uneasiness increased presently when Hilarion informed them that this part
of the forest was believed to be haunted by those strange unearthly beings, the
Wills - those dangerously transformed maidens who had been unlucky in love and
had died before their wedding-days had dawned, and who were doomed by a magic
enchantment to lure mortal young men to a last fatal dance with them. The
huntsmen were now thoroughly alarmed, for midnight was fast approaching, the hour
when the Wilis were due to appear; and, in haste, they hurried away, followed
by Hilarion, all hoping to escape in time. Scarcely had the young men departed
than the chimes of midnight sounded faintly from the distant village; and instantly,
the haunted glade became filled with the floating ethereal sylph-like forms of
the Wills, gliding in noiselessly from every side like will-o'-the-wisps. 
Carlotta
Grisi: Giselle as a Willi, floating above her own grave | They
were led by Myrta, Queen of the Wilis, who bade them follow her to the newly-made
grave of the beautiful Giselle, their new companion, whom she now proceeded to
call forth, waving her magic wand as she did so. Almost immediately, the
ghostly form of Giselle appeared in their midst - an airy-fairy sprite now clad
in misty, filmy draperies and having small white wings between her shoulders.
She was already a Willi; and she felt light as air as she joined her newly-found
sister-Wilis in their wonderful dances. They were all fated to dance continuously
until four o'clock, when they would vanish once more, until midnight came again.
As the Wills presently danced away down the glade, the young Duke Albrecht
came into it from the other side, attended by his faithful squire, Wilfred. |
He
was now very contrite and sorrowful, for he had truly loved the gentle Giselle,
and was full of sincere remorse for having been the cause of her tragic end. Having
learned that her simple grave was in this forest glade, he had now come to lay
a wreath of lilies at the foot of the little white cross. He had also lost his
way, and so had arrived thus late in the glade. Wilfred, knowing that his
beloved master was in danger in this haunted spot now that midnight had chimed,
begged him to leave the glade quickly; but Albrecht refused to do so. Instead,
he commanded Wilfred to return to the Castle immediately, and to leave him alone
with his dead beloved one; and the young squire had no choice but to obey. When
Wilfred had reluctantly departed, the unhappy Duke moved forward and laid his
wreath of lilies upon the little white cross at the head of Giselle's grave; and
he remained standing there for a short time, his head bowed with grief. Then,
looking up, he suddenly beheld his beloved one, more beautiful than ever in her
Wili form; and he was instantly full of joy once more. The glade was now
filled with the sylph-like figures of her companion Wills, all dancing and holding
high revels; but Albrecht had eyes for none but his lovely Giselle, whom he chased
hither and thither - for she kept teasingly vanishing and then appearing again. At
last, however, she took pity upon him and allowed him to join her in a wonderful
fairy-like dance-having first made sure that her sylph companions had danced away
to the other end of the glade and that she was alone with her former lover. The
other Wilis, indeed, were fully occupied. They had found and surrounded the young
game-keeper, Hilarion, who, over-venturesome, had returned to the glade alone
to look for the grave of Giselle; and, seizing him in triumph as their lawful
prize, they compelled him to dance with them until he fell, dying from exhaustion.
Then they tossed him laughingly into a dark pool nearby - it being their dreadful
fate and duty as Wilis thus to lure young men to their doom. Presently.
they returned with their Queen to deal with the other mortal youth they already
knew to be in their haunted glade. Seeing them coming, and knowing their
terrible intention, Giselle frantically bade Albrecht cling to the little cross
on her grave, this being a symbol of Sanctuary, while she herself stood over him
and tried to save him from destruction. The Queen of the Wilis now became
furious, since her magic wand had no power over one who clung to the cross; but
she still had power over each and all of her subject Wilis. Therefore, she sternly
bade the trembling Giselle to lure the Duke away from the cross by means of her
own unearthly beauty and exquisite dancing. Unable to disobey this absolute
command of her Queen, since she was herself now an avenging Will, the unhappy
sprite was thus compelled to lure her mortal lover away from the cross to his
doom by revealing to him the irresistible grace of her movements in sylph form.
Her agonised pleas for mercy having been scornfully rejected, and under the cold
stony glances of the implacable Myrta, she found herself forced to dance in a
most seductive and exciting manner which the young Duke was powerless to resist;
and, all too soon, he joined her, even with eagerness. Never before had
such marvellous dancing been seen in the haunted glade as that of Giselle and
Albrecht; and the revel became madder than ever as the other Wilis surrounded
the whirling pair and enticed them on to faster and wilder movements. This
exciting and most enthralling dance continued for a very long time; but at last
Albrecht began to falter and realised that his waning strength was ebbing fast.
And still the unhappy Giselle was compelled by renewed commands of the vengeful
Will Queen, Myrta, to continue her alluring movements, ever faster and more furious,
even though she knew her beloved one was gradually failing and that his mortal
strength was already almost exhausted. Then, at last, she saw that the
first pale flicker of early dawn was beginning to enter the haunted glade; and
the chimes of four o'clock were now faintly heard striking from the distant village
church clock. Would the sinister design of the Will Queen now be frustrated? Instantly,
with the coming of dawn, the power of the Wills left them, and they had to return
to their graves until the following midnight. Gradually, the haunted glade
was deserted; and as the Wilis, still dancing, vanished from sight, Albrecht fell
to the ground. Giselle longed to remain with him and help him to recover; but
she found herself powerless to do so, since she was now a Wili and must return
to her grave. Compelled against her will, and powerless to resist the magic spell,
she moved, slowly and reluctantly, away from her lover's side. The prostrate
Albrecht made a last despairing effort to keep her with him. He even managed to
struggle painfully to his feet once more and follow her; then, sorrowfully realising
that they could not fight against the magic of the Wills, he resigned himself
to their sad parting. As the lovely sylph form of Giselle vanished from
sight behind the little white cross on her grave - around which sweet-scented
flowers were already blossoming - her exhausted mortal lover again fell prostrate
to the ground above. NOTE :-When the ballet, "Giselle," was
first performed in Paris, at the Theatre de l'Academie Royale du Musique, 28th
June, 1841, the final scene was given exactly in accordance with the original
"book" by MM. de Saint-George, Theophile Gautier and Jean Coralli (choreographer).
In this original version, Albrecht was shown as reconciled to the Princess Bathilde,
who appeared on the scene just as Giselle was about to vanish into her grave. The
latter had seen the Princess coming and indicated to her despairing lover that
it was her wish he should return to his betrothed - which he did, staggering towards
Bathilde with his hands outstretched entreating forgiveness, and then falling
back exhausted into the arms of the attendants, as the curtain descended. In
modern versions, however, Bathilde does not appear again; and Albrecht either
actually falls dead as Giselle vanishes from sight, or he becomes unconscious
from sheer exhaustion-or he falls, shaken with sobs, as the curtain descends. The
final scene, as related in the story above, is one of the more usual present-day
versions. |