About myself and legends
Stories about the Moon and the window frame out of which I should appear are all fiction. Likewise, I am not a shadow of the window created by the full moon light, but I AM THE WHITE LADY. The reason I walk around in August is because this period of time – Assumption of the Virgin – I like the most, besides I don’t have time to stroll about in every God’s given day. Do you think that a ghost has nothing else to do than to haunt around! However, during the recent years my walks to that window have become for some reason more frequent. Oh!, I really get melancholic when thinking back to those times, to the 18th and 19th centuries, when the castle’s park was in ruins and I had to spend the nights in August totally alone. Now, of course, there is this open air performance, which should come out in a new version this year. Well, my unhappy fate has triggered so many legends that I can get really confused. I have been also asked, how it all really happened, but I am not sure myself since it was so long time ago.To be absolutely sincere, I am not so miserable about this immuring story anymore. After all, I have outlived those people who did this to me by many times. Moreover, only few know the names of those men. The White Lady, on the contrary, is known to the half of the world. Consequently, I have made a good promotion (as they use to say today) to Haapsalu, which now has been my home for more than 600 years.
Ah!, I have encountered variety of them both alive and in the ghostly form, but nobody can outshine that only one I was immured in the chapel’s wall for. During my time, there were also brave men who could wield the sword and die for they loved ones. Not many of such kind you can find today. Indeed, there were exceptions in the 14th century as well. Especially double-tongued and sleazy were those who were hiding their true face behind the clergyman’s garment. Although I had to end my earthly existence in the chapel’s wall for breaking the rules of the monastery, it does not mean that I was the only women who stepped over the monastery’s threshold. Such women, were they Estonians, Germans or Swedes, were streaming in and out of the castle. If I had been more affable towards the Bishop himself, I could have died peacefully a natural death. Men today are not any better. Another year I was looking out of the window and noticed a nice couple standing hand in hand below the window and waiting for my appearance. The year after I looked out again, and what did I see – again the couple standing, the same boy but now together with a new girl. They just cannot know what true love is. Many women have been condemned because of true love, their names last through times, as does mine.
"Lääne Elu" 12.08.1995