Chapter II — What Happened to the Councillor
byChapter II takes a bewildering turn when Councillor Knap, distracted by nostalgic musings about Denmark’s past, steps into a pair of magical galoshes. In an instant, he is swept backward through centuries, landing in a version of Copenhagen that barely resembles the one he knows. The cobbled streets have turned to muck, gaslights have vanished, and the houses now lean with timber frames and straw-covered roofs. At first, he assumes he’s stumbled into some vivid reenactment, but the cold breeze and foreign stares tell him otherwise. As he wanders further, trying to orient himself, the realization dawns that he hasn’t just imagined the past—he’s been dropped right in the middle of it. Everything familiar has disappeared. Modern knowledge becomes useless when no one shares it. A growing sense of displacement starts to pull at him as he recognizes just how little he belongs in this forgotten era.
Not far from the square, a religious procession moves through the street, led by a man announced as the Bishop of Zealand. The sight, though fascinating, is equally alarming. Knap watches, unable to reconcile the grandeur of medieval garb with the mud-covered roads. Hoping to find refuge or direction, he walks toward Christianshafen but encounters a shoreline where streets should be. Ferrymen offer a ride across the dark waters, but their dialect is jarring, thick with ancient turns of phrase he struggles to grasp. He answers them with terms from his own time, which only earns confused glances. The city he once navigated with ease has become a maze of unfamiliar sounds and strange customs. Knap begins to feel like a ghost, unseen by time yet fully affected by it. His authority, status, and education have no place here. For the first time in memory, he feels helpless.
Still determined to make sense of things, he enters what looks like a modest tavern. Inside, the atmosphere is thick with smoke, rough laughter, and the scent of roasted meat. Men play dice and speak of events and rulers Knap had only read about in history books. He tries to participate, referencing modern literature, but none of the names mean anything to the crowd. His words are met with frowns or outright ridicule. He brings up steamships and railroads, only to be mistaken for a madman. It becomes clear that even his attempts to make small talk are out of sync with the world around him. These men drink to the health of a long-dead monarch and toast battles long forgotten. Everything Knap says feels like a spark in dry tinder, but instead of lighting connection, it causes only confusion. He leaves the inn feeling more lost than before.
The absurdity of his situation deepens with every passing minute. Even the stars above seem less comforting, as if their constellations had rearranged themselves with time. With no idea how to return, he starts to panic. The cold night air bites at him, and he misses the warmth of his own bed. Worse still, he begins to question whether this reality is any less valid than his own. The past, once admired from the safety of modern history books, now feels sharp and unforgiving. Knap’s identity—formed through logic, progress, and governance—crumbles in a time where none of those things matter. He is merely a stranger in outdated shoes, misunderstood and displaced. As the hours stretch on, the fear that he may never return takes root.
This comical, yet unsettling episode captures more than just a case of mistaken time. It explores the disconnection between memory and reality, between admiration and experience. Knap had romanticized the past, but living it is a much different affair. Through the lens of Andersen’s tale, nostalgia is revealed not as a warm embrace, but a trap. People often believe that earlier times were simpler, better—but Knap’s journey proves otherwise. Clean streets, common language, and the comfort of familiarity are not things to take for granted. The past may be rich with story, but it is also fraught with limitation. This experience teaches the Councillor something modernity could not: that progress, with all its messiness, still offers tools for belonging.
From a broader perspective, the chapter comments on how fragile comfort becomes when context is removed. Knap’s education and refinement serve him little in a world where they are unrecognized. It’s a reminder that understanding and adaptation matter more than facts alone. Knowledge must meet its moment to have value. For today’s reader, the message is just as clear: romanticizing the past overlooks its struggles. The story invites reflection on how far society has come—and why, despite flaws, the present may be more hospitable than any era imagined from afar. Through misadventure, Knap gains insight into his own life, one that only a bizarre, magical detour through time could provide.