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                 What Every Child Should Know LIBRARY



                                TALES

                              OF WONDER


                       EVERY CHILD SHOULD KNOW




                              Edited by

                         KATE DOUGLAS WIGGIN

                       and NORA ARCHIBALD SMITH






            Published by DOUBLEDAY, DORAN & CO., INC., for

                     THE PARENTS' INSTITUTE, INC.

                Publishers of "THE PARENTS' MAGAZINE"

                   _52 Vanderbilt Avenue, New York_




            COPYRIGHT, 1909, BY DOUBLEDAY, PAGE & COMPANY

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PUBLISHER'S NOTE


_Doubleday, Page & Company wish to make acknowledgment of their
indebtedness to the following publishers_:

_G. P. Putnam's Sons, New York and London, for permission to use "The
Five Queer Brothers," "The Two Melons" and "What the Birds Said," from
"Chinese Nights' Entertainment," by Adele M. Fielde; "The Lac of
Rupees," from "Indian Fairy Tales," by Joseph Jacobs; "The
Sea-maiden," from "Celtic Fairy Tales," by Joseph Jacobs; "The Black
Horse" and "The Farmer of Liddesdale," from "More Celtic Fairy Tales,"
by Joseph Jacobs; and "The Buried Moon," from "More English Fairy
Tales," by Joseph Jacobs._

_T. Y. Crowell & Company, New York, for permission to use "The
Grateful Crane" from "The Fire-fly's Lovers," by William Elliot
Griffis._

_Joseph McDonough, Albany, for permission to use "Little Surya Bai,"
"The Jackal, the Barber and the Brahmin," "Truth's Triumph," "The
Raksha's Palace," and "Panch-Phul Ranee," from "Old Deccan Days," by
M. Frere._

_Charles Scribner's Sons, New York, for permission to use "The
Deserter," "Steelpacha" and "The Watch-tower Between Earth and
Heaven," from "The Russian Grandmother's Wonder Tales," by L. S.
Houghton._

_Macmillan & Company, London, for permission to use "The Grateful
Foxes" and "The Badger's Money," from "Tales of Old Japan," by A. B.
Mitford._

_The Review of Reviews Company, London, for permission to use "The
Feast of Lanterns" and "The Lake of Gems," from "Books for the
Bairns," edited by W. T. Stead._

_We also wish to express our appreciation to Mr. Seumas MacManus for
the use of his stories, "The Amadan of the Dough," "Hookedy-Crookedy,"
"Billy Beg and the Bull," and "The Queen of the Golden Mines," from
"Donegal Fairy Stories," and "In Chimney Corners," published by us._

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CONTENTS


INTRODUCTION

I WONDER (_Scandinavian_)

WHAT THE BIRDS SAID (_Chinese_)

THE SMITH AND THE FAIRIES (_Gaelic_)

THE GRATEFUL CRANE (_Japanese_)

LITTLE SURYA BAI (_Southern Indian_)

THE STORKS AND THE NIGHT OWL (_Persian_)

THE FIVE QUEER BROTHERS (_Chinese_)

THE LAC OF RUPEES (_Southern Indian_)

THE EMPEROR'S NIGHTINGALE. H. C. ANDERSEN

HOOKEDY-CROOKEDY. SEUMAS MACMANUS (_Celtic_)

ARNDT'S NIGHT UNDERGROUND. D. M. MULOCK

THE UNICORN (_German_)

DESTINY. E. LABOULAYE (_Dalmatian_)

THE QUEEN OF THE GOLDEN MINES. SEUMAS MACMANUS (_Celtic_)

THE DESERTER (_Russian_)

THE TWO MELONS (_Chinese_)

THE IRON CASKET (_Persian_)

THE KNIGHTS OF THE FISH. FERNAN CABALLERO (_Spanish_)

DAPPLEGRIM (_Scandinavian_)

THE HERMIT. VOLTAIRE (_French_)

THE WATCH-TOWER BETWEEN EARTH AND HEAVEN (_Russian_)

THE LUCKY COIN. FRANCOSO (_Portuguese_)

THE JACKAL, THE BARBER AND THE BRAHMIN (_Southern Indian_)

THE BIRD OF TRUTH. CABALLERO (_Spanish_)

THE TWO GENIES. VOLTAIRE (_French_)

STEELPACHA (_Russian_)

THE BURIED MOON (_English_)

THE FARMER OF LIDDESDALE (_English_)

THE BADGER'S MONEY (_Japanese_)

THE GRATEFUL FOXES (_Japanese_)

THE BLACK HORSE (_Celtic_)

TRUTH'S TRIUMPH (_Southern Indian_)

THE FEAST OF THE LANTERNS (_Chinese_)

THE LAKE OF GEMS (_Chinese_)

THE SEA-MAIDEN (_Celtic_)

THE ENCHANTED WATERFALL (_Japanese_)

THE AMADAN OF THE DOUGH. SEUMAS MACMANUS (_Celtic_)

THE RAKSHAS'S PALACE (_Southern Indian_)

BILLY BEG AND THE BULL. SEUMAS MACMANUS (_Celtic_)

THE PRINCES FIRE-FLASH AND FIRE-FADE (_Japanese_)

PANCH-PHUL RANEE (_Southern Indian_)

SCHIPPEITARO (_Japanese_)

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I WONDER!


    I wonder if in Samarcand
    Grave camels kneel in golden sand,
    Still lading bales of magic spells
    And charms a lover's wisdom tells,
    To fare across the desert main
    And bring the Princess home again--
            I wonder!

    I wonder in Japan to-day
    If grateful beasts find out the way
    To those who succoured them in pain,
    And bring their blessings back again;
    If cranes and sparrows take the shape
    And all the ways of mortals ape--
            I wonder!

    In Bagdad, may there still be found
    That potent powder, finely ground,
    Which changes all who on it feast,
    Monarch or slave, to bird or beast?
    Do Caliphs taste and unafraid,
    Turn storks, and weeping night-owls aid?
            I wonder!

    I wonder if in far Cathay
    The nightingale still trills her lay
    Beside the Porcelain Palace door,
    And courtiers praise her as before I
    If emperors dream of bygone things
    And musing, weep the while she sings--
            I wonder!

    Such things have never chanced to me.
    I wonder if to eyes that see
    These magic visions still appear
    In daily living, now and here;
    If every flower is touched with glory,
    If e'en the grass-blades tell a story--
            I wonder
                                         N. A. S.

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_INTRODUCTION_


There is a Chinese tale, known as "The Singing Prisoner," in which a
friendless man is bound hand and foot and thrown into a dungeon, where
he lies on the cold stones unfed and untended.

He has no hope of freedom and as complaint will avail him nothing, he
begins to while away the hours by reciting poems and stories that he
had learned in youth. So happily does he vary the tones of the
speakers, feigning in turn the voices of kings and courtiers, lovers
and princesses, birds and beasts, that he speedily draws all his
fellow-prisoners around him, beguiling them by the spell of his
genius.

Those who have food, eagerly press it upon him that his strength may
be replenished; the jailer, who has been drawn into the charmed
circle, loosens his bonds that he may move more freely, and finally
grants him better quarters that the stories may be heard to greater
advantage. Next the petty officers hear of the prisoner's marvellous
gifts and report them everywhere with such effect that the higher
authorities at last become interested and grant him a pardon.

Tales like these, that draw children from play and old men from the
chimney-corner; that gain the freedom of a Singing Prisoner, and
enable a Scheherazade to postpone from night to night her hour of
death, are one and all pervaded by the same eternal magic. Pain,
grief, terror, care, and bondage are all forgotten for a time when
lakes of gems and enchanted waterfalls shimmer in the sunlight, when
Rakshas's palaces rise, full-built, before our very eyes, or when
Caballero's Knights of the Fish prance away on their magic chargers.
"I wonder when!" "I wonder how!" "I wonder where!" we say as we follow
them into the land of mystery. So Youngling said when he heard the
sound of the mysterious axe in the forest and asked himself who could
be chopping there.

"I wonder!" he cried again when he listened to the faerie spade
digging and delving at the top of the rocks.

"I wonder!" he questioned a third time when he drank from the
streamlet and sought its source, finding it at last in the enchanted
walnut. Axe and spade and walnut each gladly welcomed him, you
remember, saying, "It's long I've been looking for you, my lad!" for
the new world is always awaiting its Columbus.

No such divine curiosity as that of Youngling's stirred the dull minds
of his elder brothers and to them came no such reward. They jeered at
the wanderer, reproaching him that he forever strayed from the beaten
path, but when Youngling issues from the forest with the magic axe,
the marvellous spade, and the miraculous nut to conquer his little
world, we begin to ask ourselves which of the roads in the wood are
indeed best worth following.

"Childish wonder is the first step in human wisdom," said the greatest
of the world's showmen, but there are no wonders to the eyes that lack
real vision. In the story of "What the Birds Said," for instance, the
stolid jailer flatly denies that the feathered creatures have any
message of import to convey; it is the poor captive who by sympathy
and insight divines the meaning of their chatter and thus saves the
city and his own life.

The tales in this book are of many kinds of wonder; of black magic,
white magic and gray; ranging from the recital of strange and
supernatural deeds and experiences to those that fore-shadow modern
conquests of nature and those that utilize the marvellous to teach a
moral lesson. Choose among them as you will, for as the Spaniards
might say, "The book is at your feet; whatever you admire is yours!"

"Tales of Wonder" is the fourth and last of our Fairy Series in the
Children's Classics, so this preface is in the nature of an epilogue.
"The Fairy Ring," "Magic Casements," "Tales of Laughter"--each had its
separate message for its little public, and "Tales of Wonder" rings
down the curtain.

There was once a little brown nightingale that sang melodious strains
in the river-thickets of the Emperor's garden, but when she was
transported to the Porcelain Palace the courtiers soon tired of her
wild-wood notes and supplanted her with a wonderful bird-automaton,
fashioned of gold and jewels.

Time went on, but the Emperor, wisest of the court, began at last to
languish, and to long unceasingly for the fresh, free note of the
little brown nightingale. It was sweeter by far than the machine-made
trills and roulades of the artificial songster, and he felt
instinctively that only by its return could death be charmed away.

The old, yet ever new, tales in these four books are like the wild
notes of the nightingale in the river-thicket, and many are the
emperors to whom they have sung.

Whenever we tire of what is trivial and paltry in the machine-made
fairy tale of to-day, let us open one of these crimson volumes and
hear again the note of the little brown bird in the thicket.

KATE DOUGLAS WIGGIN.

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_Tales of Wonder_

_I Wonder_


Once on a time there was a man who had three sons--Peter, Paul, and
the least of all, whom they called Youngling. I can't say the man had
anything more than these three sons, for he hadn't one penny to rub
against another; and he told the lads, over and over again, that they
must go out into the world and try to earn their bread, for at home
there was nothing to be looked for but starving to death.

Now near by the man's cottage was the King's palace, and, you must
know, just against the windows a great oak had sprung up, which was so
stout and tall that it took away all the light. The King had said he
would give untold treasure to the man who could fell the oak, but no
one was man enough for that, for as soon as one chip of the oak's
trunk flew off, two grew in its stead.

A well, too, the King desired, which was to hold water for the whole
year; for all his neighbours had wells, but he hadn't any, and that he
thought a shame. So the King said he would give both money and goods
to anyone who could dig him such a well as would hold water for a
whole year round, but no one could do it, for the palace lay high,
high up on a hill, and they could only dig a few inches before they
came upon the living rock.

But, as the King had set his heart on having these two things done, he
had it given out far and wide, in all the churches of his dominion,
that he who could fell the big oak in the King's courtyard, and get
him a well that would hold water the whole year round, should have the
Princess and half the kingdom.

Well! you may easily know there was many a man who came to try his
luck; but all their hacking and hewing, all their digging and delving,
were of no avail. The oak grew taller and stouter at every stroke, and
the rock grew no softer.

So one day the three brothers thought they'd set off and try, too, and
their father hadn't a word against it; for, even if they didn't get
the Princess and half the kingdom, it might happen that they would get
a place somewhere with a good master, and that was all he wanted. So
when the brothers said they thought of going to the palace, their
father said "Yes" at once, and Peter, Paul, and Youngling went off
from their home.

They had not gone far before they came to a fir-wood, and up along one
side of it rose a steep hillside, and as they went they heard
something hewing and hacking away up on the hill among the trees.

"I wonder now what it is that is hewing away up yonder?" said
Youngling.

"You are always so clever with your wonderings," said Peter and Paul,
both at once. "What wonder is it, pray, that a wood-cutter should
stand and hack up on a hillside?"

"Still, I'd like to see what it is, after all," said Youngling, and up
he went.

"Oh, if you're such a child, 't will do you good to go and take a
lesson," cried out his brothers after him.

But Youngling didn't care for what they said; he climbed the steep
hillside toward where the noise came, and when he reached the place,
what do you think he saw?

Why, an axe that stood there hacking and hewing, all of itself, at the
trunk of a fir.

"Good day," said Youngling. "So you stand here all alone and hew, do
you?"

"Yes, here I've stood and hewed and hacked a long, long time, waiting
for you, my lad," said the Axe.

"Well, here I am at last," said Youngling, as he took the Axe, pulled
it off its haft, and stuffed both head and haft into his wallet.

So when he climbed down again to his brothers, they began to jeer and
laugh at him.

"And now, what funny thing was it you saw up yonder on the hillside?"
they said.

"Oh, it was only an axe we heard," said Youngling.

When they had gone a bit farther, they came under a steep spur of
rock, and up above they heard something digging and shovelling.

"I wonder, now," said Youngling, "what it is digging and shovelling up
yonder at the top of the rock?"

"Ah, you're always so clever with your wonderings," said Peter and
Paul again; "as if you'd never heard a woodpecker hacking and pecking
at a hollow tree."

"Well, well," said Youngling, "I think it would be a piece of fun just
to see what it really is."

And so off he set to climb the rock, while the others laughed and made
game of him. But he didn't care a bit for that; up he clambered, and
when he got near the top, what do you think he saw? Why, a spade that
stood there digging and delving.

"Good day," said Youngling. "So you stand here all alone, and dig and
delve?"

"Yes, that's what I do," said the Spade, "and that's what I've done
this many a long day, waiting for you, my lad."

"Well, here I am," said Youngling again, as he took the Spade and
knocked off its handle, and put it into his wallet; and then he
climbed down again to his brothers.

"Well, what was it, so strange and rare," said Peter and Paul, "that
you saw up there at the top of the rock?"

"Oh," said Youngling, "nothing more than a spade; that was what we
heard."

So they went on again a good bit, till they came to a brook. They were
thirsty all three, after their long walk, and so they lay down beside
the brook to have a drink.

"I have a great fancy to see where this brook comes from," said
Youngling.

So up alongside the brook he went, in spite of all that his brothers
shouted after him. Nothing could stop him. On he went. And as he went
up and up, the brook grew smaller and smaller, and at last, a little
way farther on, what do you think he saw? Why, a great walnut, and out
of that the water trickled.

"Good day," said Youngling again. "So you lie here and trickle, and
run down all alone?"

"Yes, I do," said the Walnut "and here have I trickled and run this
many a long day, waiting for you, my lad."

"Well, here I am," said Youngling, as he took a lump of moss and
plugged up the hole, so that the water mightn't run out. Then he put
the Walnut into his wallet, and ran down to his brothers.

"Well, now," said Peter and Paul, "have you found out where the water
comes from? A rare sight it must have been!"

"Oh, after all, it was only a hole it ran out of," said Youngling, and
the others laughed and made game of him again, but Youngling didn't
mind that a bit.

So when they had gone a little farther, they came to the King's
palace; but as every man in the kingdom had heard that he might win
the Princess and half the realm, if he could only fell the big oak and
dig the King's well, so many had come to try their luck that the oak
was now twice as stout and big as it had been at first, for you will
remember that two chips grew for every one they hewed out with their
axes.

So the King had now laid it down as a punishment that if anyone tried
and couldn't fell the oak, he should be put on a barren island, and
both his ears were to be clipped off. But the two brothers didn't let
themselves be frightened by this threat; they were quite sure they
could fell the oak, and Peter, as he was the eldest, was to try his
hand first; but it went with him as with all the rest who had hewn at
the oak: for every chip he cut two grew in its place. So the King's
men seized him, and clipped off both his ears, and put him out on the
island.

Now Paul was to try his luck, but he fared just the same! When he had
hewn two or three strokes, they began to see the oak grow, and so the
King's men seized him, too, and clipped his ears, and put him out on
the island; and his ears they clipped closer, because they said he
ought to have taken a lesson from his brother.

So now Youngling was to try.

"If you want to look like a marked sheep, we're quite ready to clip
your ears at once, and then you'll save yourself some trouble," said
the King, for he was angry with him for his brothers' sake.

"Well, I'd just like to try first," said Youngling, and so he got
leave. Then he took his Axe out of his wallet and fitted it to its
handle.

"Hew away!" said he to his Axe, and away it hewed, making the chips
fly again, so that it wasn't long before down came the oak.

When that was done, Youngling pulled out his Spade and fitted it to
its handle.

"Dig away!" said he to his Spade, and so the Spade began to dig and
delve till the earth and rock flew out in splinters, and he soon had
the well deep enough, you may believe.

And when he had got it as big and deep as he chose, Youngling took out
his Walnut and laid it in one corner of the well, and pulled the plug
of moss out.

"Trickle and run," said Youngling, and so the Nut trickled and ran
till the water gushed out of the hole in a stream, and in a short time
the well was brimful.

So as Youngling had felled the oak which shaded the King's palace, and
dug a well in the palace-yard, he got the Princess and half the
kingdom, as the King had said; but it was lucky for Peter and Paul
that they had lost their ears, else they might have grown tired of
hearing how everyone said each hour of the day:

"Well, after all, Youngling wasn't so much out of his mind when he
took to wondering."




_What the Birds Said_


A lad named Kong Hia Chiang, who lived with his parents among the
mountains, understood the language of the birds. One twilight, as he
sat at his books, a flock of birds alighted on a tree before his
window and sang:

    "Kong Hia Chiang, on the southern plain
      A sheep awaits you by a heap of stones,--
    A fine fat wether, that the dogs have slain;
      You eat the flesh and we will pick the bones!"

Kong Hia Chiang went and brought in the torn sheep and cooked it
during the night. The next morning a shepherd came and said that one
of his sheep was missing; he had found blood on the meadow, had
followed the trail, and it had brought him to that house. Kong Hia
Chiang acknowledged that he had brought in the sheep, but declared
that the dogs had killed it, and that its death and the place where it
might be found had been made known to him by birds. His story was
considered to be an impudent fabrication, and he was haled away to
prison.

While he was awaiting his trial before the magistrate, a bird, flying
eastward, perched on the wall, saw him, and piped:

    "Foes approach the western border,
    Banners, bows, and spears in order,
    While the gate lacks watch or warder."

Kong Hia Chiang thereupon so vehemently besought his jailer to inform
the magistrate of the imminent danger of invasion through the
unprotected Western Pass, that the jailer, though wholly incredulous,
decided to test his power of comprehending the utterances of birds. He
took some rice, soaked a part of it in sweetened water, and a part in
brine, and then spread the whole on the roof of a shed into which he
brought Kong Hia Chiang, and asked him if he knew why so many birds
were chirruping overhead. Kong Hia Chiang at once replied that those
on the roof were hailing those that were flying past, and saying:

    "Call a halt; call a halt;
      Here is rice fresh and white;
    Half is sweet, half is salt;
      Stop a bit; take a bite."

The jailer was at once convinced that the prisoner understood the
speech of birds, and therefore hastened to the magistrate to report
the warning and the test. The magistrate sent a swift courier to
notify the military officers, and a scout was sent out to the west. He
soon confirmed the message of Kong Hia Chiang, and troops were
dispatched to strengthen the garrison at the pass, the invaders
thereby being successfully repelled. The great service rendered to the
country by Kong Hia Chiang was acknowledged by his sovereign, who
afterward made use of his remarkable talent, invited him to study with
the princes, and eventually raised him to a high rank among the nobles
of the empire.




_The Smith and the Fairies_


Years ago there lived in Crossbrig a smith of the name of MacEachern.
This man had an only child, a boy of about thirteen or fourteen years
of age, cheerful, strong, and healthy. All of a sudden he fell ill;
took to his bed and moped whole days away. No one could tell what was
the matter with him, and the boy himself could not, or would not, tell
how he felt. He was wasting away fast; getting thin, old, and yellow;
and his father and all his friends were afraid that he would die.

At last one day, after the boy had been lying in this condition for a
long time, getting neither better nor worse, always confined to bed,
but with an extraordinary appetite--one day, while sadly revolving
these things, and standing idly at his forge, with no heart to work,
the smith was agreeably surprised to see an old man, well known for
his sagacity and knowledge of out-of-the-way things, walk into his
workshop. Forthwith he told him the occurrence which had clouded his
life.

The old man looked grave as he listened; and after sitting a long time
pondering over all he had heard, gave his opinion thus: "It is not
your son you have got. The boy has been carried away by the '_Daione
Sith_,' and they have left a _Sibhreach_ in his place."

"Alas! and what then am I to do?" said the smith. "How am I ever to
see my own son again?"

"I will tell you how," answered the old man. "But, first, to make sure
that it is not your own son you have got, take as many empty
egg-shells as you can get, go into his room, spread them out carefully
before his sight, then proceed to draw water with them, carrying them
two and two in your hands as if they were a great weight, and arrange
them when full, with every sort of earnestness around the fire."

The smith accordingly gathered as many broken egg-shells as he could
get, went into the room, and proceeded to carry out all his
instructions.

He had not been long at work before there arose from the bed a shout
of laughter, and the voice of the seeming sick boy exclaimed, "I am
eight hundred years of age, and I have never seen the like of that
before." The smith returned and told the old man.

"Well, now," said the sage to him, "did I not tell you that it was not
your son you had: your son is in Borracheill in a digh there (that is,
a round green hill frequented by fairies). Get rid as soon as possible
of this intruder, and I think I may promise you your son. You must
light a very large and bright fire before the bed on which this
stranger is lying. He will ask you, 'What is the use of such a fire as
that?' Answer him at once, 'You will see that presently!' and then
seize him, and throw him into the middle of it. If it is your own son
you have got, he will call out to you to save him; but if not, the
thing will fly through the roof."

The smith again followed the old man's advice: kindled a large fire,
answered the question put to him as he had been directed to do, and
seizing the child flung him in without hesitation. The _Sibhreach_
gave an awful yell, and sprang through the roof, where a hole had been
left to let the smoke out.

On a certain night the old man told him the green round hill, where
the fairies kept the boy, would be open, and on that date the smith,
having provided himself with a Bible, a dirk, and a crowing cock, was
to proceed to the hill. He would hear singing and dancing, and much
merriment going on, he had been told, but he was to advance boldly;
the Bible he carried would be a certain safeguard to him against any
danger from the fairies. On entering the hill he was to stick the dirk
in the threshold, to prevent the hill from closing upon him; "and
then," continued the old man, "on entering you will see a spacious
apartment before you, beautifully clean, and there, standing far
within, working at a forge, you will also see your own son. When you
are questioned, say you come to seek him, and will not go without
him."

Not long after this, the time came round, and the smith sallied forth,
prepared as instructed. Sure enough as he approached the hill, there
was a light where light was seldom seen before. Soon after, a sound of
piping, dancing, and joyous merriment reached the anxious father on
the night wind.

Overcoming every impulse to fear, the smith approached the threshold
steadily, stuck the dirk into it as directed, and entered. Protected
by the Bible he carried on his breast, the fairies could not touch
him; but they asked him, with a good deal of displeasure, what he
wanted there. He answered, "I want my son, whom I see down there, and
I will not go without him."

Upon hearing this the whole company before him gave a loud laugh,
which wakened up the cock he carried dozing in his arms, who at once
leaped up on his shoulders, clapped his wings lustily, and crowed loud
and long.

The fairies, incensed, seized the smith and his son, and throwing them
out of the hill, flung the dirk after them, and in an instant all was
dark.

For a year and a day the boy never did a turn of work, and hardly ever
spoke a word; but at last one day, sitting by his father and watching
him finishing a sword he was making for some chief, and which he was
very particular about, he suddenly exclaimed, "That is not the way to
do it;" and taking the tools from his father's hands he set to work
himself in his place, and soon fashioned a sword, the like of which
was never seen in the country before.

From that day the young man wrought constantly with his father, and
became the inventor of a peculiarly fine and well-tempered weapon, the
making of which kept the two smiths, father and son, in constant
employment, spread their fame far and wide, and gave them the means in
abundance, as they before had the disposition, to live content with
all the world and very happily with each other.




_The Grateful Crane_[1]


"Fighting sparrows fear not man," as the old proverb says. Yet it was
not a sparrow but a crane that fell down out of the air. Near the feet
of Musai, the farmer's boy, it lay, as he waded in the ooze of his
rice field, working from daybreak to sundown.

[Footnote 1: From "The Fire-fly's Lovers," by William Elliot Griffis,
copyright, 1008, by T. Y. Crowell & Co.]

The farmer's boy was used to cranes, for in the plough's furrow on the
dry land these long-legged birds walked close behind, not the least
afraid in the Mikado's dominions. For who would hurt the
white-breasted creature, that every one called the Honourable Lord
Crane? The graceful birds seemed to love to be near man, when he
worked in the wet or paddy fields, where under four inches of water
the seeds were planted and the rice plants grew. So graceful in all
its movements is the crane that many a dainty little maid who acts
politely hears herself spoken of as the "bird that rises from the
water without muddying the stream."

Musai hurried to the grassy bank at the edge of the paddy field as
fast as he could wade through the liquid mud, to see what was the
matter with the crane. Throwing down his hoe, and looking in the
grass, he saw that an arrow was sticking in the crane's back, and that
red drops of blood dappled its white plumage. Instead of seeming
frightened when the man came near, the bird bent down its neck, as if
to submit to whatever the farmer's boy should do.

Gently Musai plucked out the arrow and helped the bird to rise,
pushing back the undergrowth so that its broad white pinions could
have free play. After a few feeble attempts to fly it spread its
wings, rose up from the earth, and after circling several times round
its benefactor as though to thank him, it flew off to the mountain.

Musai went back to his work, hoping that in season his labor would
yield a good crop. He had his widowed mother to support and must needs
toil every day. His one delight was to come home, weary after the long
hours of labour in the muddy rice field, and have a hot bath. This his
mother always had ready for him. Then, clean and with a fresh kimono,
and a little rest before supper-time, he was ready for a quiet evening
with the neighbours.

So in routine the days passed by until autumn was near at hand. One
day, returning before the sun was fully set, he found seated beside
his mother a lovely girl. In spite of his contemptible appearance
after a day's toil, working barelegged in the mire, she welcomed him
with the grace of a princess.

Not thinking of returning the salute in his unwashed condition, he
took off his head-kerchief, drew in his breath, and bowing to his
mother asked.

"Who is the honourable That Side, and how comes she into this
miserable hut?"

"My son," replied his mother, "though you are a man, you have as yet
no wife. Your virtues of obedience, filial reverence, fidelity, and
politeness have made you well known. Hence this fair damsel is not
unwilling to become your wife. But, without your consent, I could not
answer her proposal. What do you think about it?"

The young farmer, though highly complimented, at first said little,
but he thought hard. "Daintily reared, and perhaps of noble birth is
she, but should I gratify her desire, how can she bear the poverty to
which we are accustomed? Will she be patient, when she has to suffer
hunger? Or, shall we be separated, and that which promises love and
happiness last only a little while, to pass away, leaving gloom and
sorrow behind?"

But as the days slipped along, and when he saw how kind she was to her
new mother, ever patient and self-denying in loving reverence, all his
fears were driven away like clouds before the wind. So the young man
and woman were married.

But when the full autumn-time came for the rice ears to fill and round
out, nothing was found but husk and shell. The crop was a total
failure. With heavy taxes unpaid and no food in the house, starvation
loomed before them. By winter, all were in dire distress.

Then the patient wife revealed new powers and cheered her husband,
saying,

"I can spin such cloth as was never made in this province, if you will
build me a separate room. I cannot weave here, or make the fine
pattern of red and white except when alone and in perfect silence.
Build me a room, and the money you need will flow in."

The old mother was doubtful as to her daughter-in-law's project and
even Musai was but half-hearted. Yet he went to work diligently. With
beam, and wattle, and thatch, floor of mats and window of latticed
paper, with walls made tight because well daubed with clay, he built
the room apart. There alone, day by day, secluded from all, the sweet
wife toiled unseen. The mother and husband patiently waited, until
after a week, the little woman rejoined the family circle. In her
hands she bore a roll of woven stuff, white and shining, as lustrous
and pure as fresh fallen snow. Yet here and there, a crimson thread in
the stuff did but intensify the purity of the otherwise unflecked
whiteness. Pure red and pure white were the only colours of this
wonderful fabric.

"What shall we call it?" inquired the amazed husband.

"It has no name, for there is none other in the world like it," said
the fair weaver.

"But I must have a name. I shall take it to the Daimio. He will not
buy, if he does not know how it is called."

"Then," said the wife, "tell him its name is 'White Crane's-down
cloth.'"

Quickly passed the snowy fabric into the hands of the lord of the
castle, who sent it as a present to the Empress in Kioto. All were
amazed by it, and the Empress commanded the donor to be richly
rewarded. The farmer husband, bearing a thousand pieces of coin in his
bag, hastened home to spread the shining silver at his mother's feet
and to thank the wife who had brought him fortune. A feast followed,
and for many weeks the family lived easily on the money thus gained.
Then, when again on the edge of need, Musai asked his wife if she were
willing to weave another web of the wonderful Crane's-down cloth.

Cheerfully she agreed, cautioning him to leave her in privacy, and not
to look upon her until she came forth with the cloth.

But alas for the spirit of prying impertinence and wicked curiosity!
Not satisfied with having been delivered from starvation by a wife
that served him like a slave, Musai stealthily crept up to the paper
partition, touched his tongue to the latticed pane, and poked his
finger noiselessly through, thus making a round hole to which he glued
his eye and looked in.

What a sight! There was no woman at work, but a noble white crane--the
same that he had seen in the field, and from whose back he had
extracted the hunter's arrow. Bending over the spinning wheel, the
bird pulled from her own breast the silky down, and by twining and
twisting made it into the finest thread which mortals ever beheld.
From time to time, she pressed from her heart's blood red drops with
which to dye some strands, and thus the weaving went on. The web of
the cloth was nearly finished.

Musai astounded looked on without moving, until suddenly called by his
mother, he cried out in response, "Yes, I'm coming."

The startled crane turned and saw the eye in the wall. Throwing down
thread and web she moved angrily to the door, gave a shrill scream and
flew out under the sky. Like a white speck against the blue hills, she
appeared for a little while and then was lost to sight.

Son and mother once more faced poverty and loneliness, and Musai again
splashed barelegged in the rice field.




_Little Surya Bai_


A poor Milkwoman was once going into the town with cans full of milk
to sell. She took with her her little daughter (a baby of about a year
old), having no one in whose charge to leave her at home. Being tired,
she sat down by the roadside, placing the child and the cans full of
milk beside her; when, on a sudden, two large eagles flew overhead;
and one, swooping down, seized the child, and flew away with her out
of the mother's sight.

Very far, far away the eagles carried the little baby, even beyond the
borders of her native land, until they reached their home in a lofty
tree. There the old eagles had built a great nest; it was made of iron
and wood, and was as big as a little house; there was iron all round,
and to get in and out you had to go through seven iron doors.

In this stronghold they placed the little baby, and because she was
like a young eaglet they called her Surya Bai (the Sun Lady). The
eagles both loved the child; and daily they flew into distant
countries to bring her rich and precious things--clothes that had been
made for princesses, precious jewels, wonderful playthings, all that
was most costly and rare.

One day, when Surya Bai was twelve years old, the old husband Eagle
said to his wife, "Wife, our daughter has no diamond ring on her
little finger, such as princesses wear; let us go and fetch her one."
"Yes," said the other old Eagle; "but to fetch it we must go very
far." "True," rejoined he, "such a ring is not to be got nearer than
the Red Sea, and that is a twelve-month's journey from here;
nevertheless we will go." So the Eagles started off, leaving Surya Bai
in the strong nest, with twelve months' provisions (that she might not
be hungry whilst they were away), and a little dog and cat to take
care of her.

Not long after they were gone, one day the naughty little cat stole
some food from the store, for doing which Surya Bai punished her. The
cat did not like being whipped, and she was still more annoyed at
having been caught stealing; so, in revenge, she ran to the fireplace
(they were obliged to keep a fire always burning in the Eagle's nest,
as Surya never went down from the tree, and would not otherwise have
been able to cook her dinner), and put out the fire. When the little
girl saw this she was much vexed, for the cat had eaten their last
cooked provisions, and she did not know what they were to do for food.
For three whole days Surya Bai puzzled over the difficulty, and for
three whole days she and the dog and the cat had nothing to eat. At
last she thought she would climb to the edge of the nest, and see if
she could see any fire in the country below; and, if so, she would go
down and ask the people who lighted it to give her a little with which
to cook her dinner. So she climbed to the edge of the nest. Then, very
far away on the horizon, she saw a thin curl of blue smoke. So she let
herself down from the tree, and all day long she walked in the
direction whence the smoke came. Toward evening she reached the place,
and found it rose from a small hut in which sat an old woman warming
her hands over a fire. Now, though Surya Bai did not know it, she had
reached the Rakshas's country, and this old woman was none other than
a wicked old Rakshas, who lived with her son in the little hut. The
young Rakshas, however, had gone out for the day. When the old Rakshas
saw Surya Bai, she was much astonished, for the girl was beautiful as
the sun, and her rich dress resplendent with jewels; and she said to
herself, "How lovely this child is; what a dainty morsel she would be!
Oh, if my son were only here we would kill her, and boil her, and eat
her. I will try and detain her till his return."

Then, turning to Surya Bai, she said, "Who are you, and what do you
want?"

Surya Bai answered, "I am the daughter of the great Eagles, but they
have gone a far journey, to fetch me a diamond ring, and the fire has
died out in the nest. Give me, I pray you, a little from your
hearth."

The Rakshas replied, "You shall certainly have some, only first pound
this rice for me, for I am old, and have no daughter to help me."

Then Surya Bai pounded the rice, but the young Rakshas had not
returned by the time she had finished; so the old Rakshas said to her,
"If you are kind, grind this corn for me, for it is hard work for my
old hands."

Then she ground the corn, but still the young Rakshas came not; and
the old Rakshas said to her, "Sweep the house for me first, and then I
will give you the fire."

So Surya Bai swept the house; but still the young Rakshas did not
come.

Then his mother said to Surya Bai, "Why should you be in such a hurry
to go home? Fetch me some water from the well, and then you shall have
the fire."

And she fetched the water. When she had done so, Surya Bai said, "I
have done all your bidding, now give me the fire, or I will go
elsewhere and seek it."

The old Rakshas was grieved because her son had not returned home; but
she saw she could detain Surya Bai no longer, so she said, "Take the
fire and go in peace; take also some parched corn, and scatter it
along the road as you go, so as to make a pretty little pathway from
our house to yours"--and so saying, she gave Surya Bai several
handfuls of parched corn. The girl took them, fearing no evil, and as
she went she scattered the grains on the road. Then she climbed back
into the nest and shut the seven iron doors, and lighted the fire, and
cooked the food, and gave the dog and the cat some dinner, and took
some herself, and went to sleep.

No sooner had Surya Bai left the Rakshas's hut, than the young Rakshas
returned, and his mother said to him, "Alas, alas, my son, why did not
you come sooner? Such a sweet little lamb has been here, and now we
have lost her." Then she told him all about Surya Bai.

"Which way did she go?" asked the young Rakshas; "only tell me that,
and I'll have her before morning."

His mother told him how she had given Surya Bai the parched corn to
scatter on the road; and when he heard that, he followed up the track,
and ran, and ran, and ran, till he came to the foot of the tree.

There, looking up, he saw the nest high in the branches above them.

Quick as thought, up he climbed, and reached the great outer door; and
he shook it, and shook it, but he could not get in, for Surya Bai had
bolted it. Then he said, "Let me in, my child, let me in; I'm the
great Eagle, and I have come from very far, and brought you many
beautiful jewels; and here is a splendid diamond ring to fit your
little finger." But Surya Bai did not hear him--she was fast asleep.

He next tried to force open the door again, but it was too strong for
him. In his efforts, however, he had broken off one of his finger
nails (now the nail of a Rakshas is most poisonous), which he left
sticking in the crack of the door when he went away.

Next morning Surya Bai opened all the doors, in order to look down on
the world below; but when she came to the seventh door a sharp thing,
which was sticking in it, ran into her hand, and immediately she fell
down dead.

At that same moment the two poor Eagles returned from their long,
wearisome journey, bringing a beautiful diamond ring, which they had
fetched for their little favourite from the Red Sea.

There she lay on the threshold of the nest, beautiful as ever but cold
and dead.

The Eagles could not bear the sight; so they placed the ring on her
finger, and then, with loud cries, flew off to return no more.

But a little while after there chanced to come by a great Rajah, who
was out on a hunting expedition. He came with hawks, and hounds, and
attendants, and horses, and pitched his camp under the tree in which
the Eagles' nest was built. Then looking up, he saw, amongst the
topmost branches, what appeared like a queer little house; and he sent
some of his attendants to see what it was. They soon returned, and
told the Rajah that up in the tree was a curious thing like a cage,
having seven iron doors, and that on the threshold of the first door
lay a fair maiden, richly dressed; that she was dead, and that beside
her stood a little dog and a little cat.

At this the Rajah commanded that they should be fetched down, and when
he saw Surya Bai he felt very sad to think that she was dead. And he
took her hand to feel if it were already stiff; but all her limbs were
supple, nor had she become cold, as the dead are cold; and, looking
again at her hand, the Rajah saw that a sharp thing, like a long
thorn, had run into the tender palm, almost far enough to pierce
through to the back of her hand.

He pulled it out, and no sooner had he done so than Surya Bai opened
her eyes, and stood up, crying, "Where am I? and who are you? Is it a
dream, or true?"

The Rajah answered, "It is all true, beautiful lady. I am the Rajah of
a neighbouring land; pray tell me who are you."

She replied, "I am the Eagles' child."

But he laughed. "Nay," he said, "that cannot be; you are some great
Princess."

"No," she answered, "I am no royal lady; what I say is true. I have
lived all my life in this tree. I am only the Eagles' child."

Then the Rajah said, "If you are not a Princess born, I will make you
one; say only you will be my Queen."

Surya Bai consented, and the Rajah took her to his kingdom and made
her his Queen. But Surya Bai was not his only wife, and the first
Ranee, his other wife, was both envious and jealous of her.

The Rajah gave Surya Bai many trustworthy attendants to guard her and
be with her; and one old woman loved Surya Bai more than all the rest,
and used to say to her, "Don't be too intimate with the first Ranee,
dear lady, for she wishes you no good, and she has power to do you
harm. Some day she may poison or otherwise injure you." But Surya Bai
would answer her, "Nonsense! what is there to be alarmed about? Why
cannot we both live happily together like two sisters?" Then the old
woman would rejoin, "Ah, dear lady, may you never live to rue your
confidence! I pray my fears may prove folly." So Surya Bai went often
to see the first Ranee, and the first Ranee also came often to see
her.

One day they were standing in the palace courtyard, near a tank, where
the Rajah's people used to bathe, and the first Ranee said to Surya
Bai, "What pretty jewels you have, sister; let me try them on for a
minute, and see how I look in them."

The old woman was standing beside Surya Bai, and she whispered to her,
"Do not lend her your jewels."

"Hush, you silly old woman," answered she. "What harm will it do?" and
she gave the Ranee her jewels.

Then the Ranee said, "How pretty all your things are! Do you not think
they look well even on me! Let us come down to the tank; it is as
clear as glass, and we can see ourselves reflected in it, and how
these jewels will shine in the clear water!"

The old woman, hearing this, was much alarmed, and begged Surya Bai
not to venture near the tank, but she said, "I bid you be silent; I
will not distrust my sister." And she went down to the tank. Then,
when no one was near, and they were both leaning over, looking at
their reflections in the water, the first Ranee pushed Surya Bai into
the tank, who, sinking under the water, was drowned; and from the
place where her body fell there sprang up a bright golden sunflower.

The Rajah shortly afterward inquired where Surya Bai was, but nowhere
could she be found. Then, very angry, he came to the first Ranee and
said, "Tell me where the child is. You have made away with her."

But she answered, "You do me wrong; I know nothing of her. Doubtless
that old woman whom you allowed to be always with her, has done her
some harm." So the Rajah ordered the poor old woman to be thrown into
prison.

He tried to forget Surya Bai and all her pretty ways, but it was no
good. Wherever he went he saw her face. Whatever he heard, he still
listened for her voice. Every day he grew more miserable; he would not
eat or drink; and as for the other Ranee, he could not bear to speak
to her. All his people said, "He will surely die."

When matters were in this state, the Rajah one day wandered to the
edge of the tank, and bending over the parapet, looked into the water.
Then he was surprised to see, growing out of the tank close beside him
a stately golden flower; and as he watched it, the sunflower gently
bent its head and leaned down toward him. The Rajah's heart was
softened, and he kissed its leaves and murmured, "This flower reminds
me of my lost wife. I love it, it is fair and gentle as she used to
be." And every day he would go down to the tank and sit and watch the
flower. When the Ranee heard this, she ordered her servants to go and
dig the sunflower up, and to take it far into the jungle and burn it.
Next time the Rajah went to the tank he found his flower gone, and he
was much grieved, but none dared say who had done it.

Then, in the jungle, from the place where the ashes of the sunflower
had been thrown, there sprang up a young mango tree, tall and
straight, that grew so quickly, and became such a beautiful tree, that
it was the wonder of all the country round. At last, on its topmost
bough, came one fair blossom; and the blossom fell, and the little
mango grew rosier and rosier, and larger and larger, till so wonderful
was it both for size and shape that people flocked from far and near
only to look at it.

But none ventured to gather it, for it was to be kept for the Rajah
himself.

Now one day, the poor Milkwoman, Surya Bai's mother, was returning
homeward after her day's work with the empty milk cans, and being very
tired with her long walk to the bazaar, she lay down under the mango
tree and fell asleep. Then, right into her largest milk can, fell the
wonderful mango! When the poor woman awoke and saw what had happened,
she was dreadfully frightened, and thought to herself, "If any one
sees me with this wonderful fruit, that all the Rajah's people have
been watching for so many, many weeks, they will never believe that I
did not steal it, and I shall be put in prison. Yet it is no good
leaving it here; besides, it fell off of itself into my milk can. I
will therefore take it home as secretly as possible, and share it with
my children."

So the Milkwoman covered up the can in which the mango was, and took
it quickly to her home, where she placed it in the corner of the room,
and put over it a dozen other milk cans, piled one above another.
Then, as soon as it was dark, she called her husband and eldest son
(for she had six or seven children), and said to them, "What good
fortune do you think has befallen me to-day?"

"We cannot guess," they said. "Nothing less," she went on, "than the
wonderful, wonderful mango falling into one of my milk cans while I
slept! I have brought it home with me; it is in that lowest can. Go,
husband, call all the children to have a slice; and you, my son, take
down that pile of cans and fetch me the mango." "Mother," he said,
when he got to the lowest can, "you were joking, I suppose, when you
told us there was a mango here."

"No, not at all," she answered; "there is a mango there. I put it
there myself an hour ago."

"Well, there's something quite different now," replied the son. "Come
and see."

The Milkwoman ran to the place, and there, in the lowest can, she saw,
not the mango, but a little tiny wee lady, richly dressed in red and
gold, and no bigger than a mango! On her head shone a bright jewel
like a little sun.

"This is very odd," said the mother. "I never heard of such a thing in
my life! But since she has been sent to us, I will take care of her,
as if she were my own child."

Every day the little lady grew taller and taller, until she was the
size of an ordinary woman; she was gentle and lovable, but always sad
and quiet, and she said her name was "Surya Bai."

The children were all very curious to know her history, but the
Milkwoman and her husband would not let her be teased to tell who she
was, and said to the children, "Let us wait. By and by, when she knows
us better, she will most likely tell us her story of her own accord."

Now it came to pass that once, when Surya Bai was taking water from
the well for the old Milkwoman, the Rajah rode by, and as he saw her
walking along, he cried, "That is my wife," and rode after her as
fast as possible. Surya Bai hearing a great clatter of horses' hoofs,
was frightened, and ran home as fast as possible, and hid herself; and
when the Rajah reached the place there was only the old Milkwoman to
be seen standing at the door of her hut.

Then the Rajah said to her, "Give her up, old woman, you have no right
to keep her; she is mine, she is mine!"

But the old woman answered, "Are you mad? I don't know what you mean."

The Rajah replied, "Do not attempt to deceive me. I saw my wife go in
at your door; she must be in the house."

"Your wife?" screamed the old woman--"your wife? you mean my daughter,
who lately returned from the well! Do you think I am going to give my
child up at your command? You are Rajah in your palace, but I am Rajah
in my own house; and I won't give up my little daughter for any
bidding of yours. Be off with you, or I'll pull out your beard." And
so saying, she seized a long stick and attacked the Rajah, calling out
loudly to her husband and sons, who came running to her aid.

The Rajah, seeing matters were against him, and having outridden his
attendants (and not being quite certain moreover whether he had seen
Surya Bai, or whether she might not have been really the poor
Milkwoman's daughter), rode off and returned to his palace.

However, he determined to sift the matter. As a first step he went to
see Surya Bai's old attendant, who was still in prison. From her he
learned enough to make him believe she was not only entirely innocent
of Surya Bai's death, but gravely to suspect the first Ranee of having
caused it. He therefore ordered the old woman to be set at liberty,
still keeping a watchful eye on her, and bade her prove her devotion
to her long-lost mistress by going to the Milkwoman's house, and
bringing him as much information as possible about the family, and
more particularly about the girl he had seen returning from the well.

So the attendant went to the Milkwoman's house, and made friends with
her, and bought some milk, and afterward she stayed and talked to
her.

After a few days the Milkwoman ceased to be suspicious of her, and
became quite cordial.

Surya Bai's attendant then told how she had been the late Ranee's
waiting-woman, and how the Rajah had thrown her into prison on her
mistress's death; in return for which intelligence the old Milkwoman
imparted to her how the wonderful mango had tumbled into her can as
she slept under the tree, and how it had miraculously changed in the
course of an hour into a beautiful little lady. "I wonder why she
should have chosen my poor house to live in, instead of any one
else's," said the old woman.

Then Surya Bai's attendant said, "Have you ever asked her her history?
Perhaps she would not mind telling it to you now."

So the Milkwoman called the girl, and as soon as the old attendant saw
her, she knew it was none other than Surya Bai, and her heart jumped
for joy; but she remained silent, wondering much, for she knew her
mistress had been drowned in the tank.

The old Milkwoman turned to Surya Bai and said, "My child, you have
lived long with us, and been a good daughter to me; but I have never
asked you your history, because I thought it must be a sad one; but if
you do not fear to tell it to me now, I should like to hear it."

Surya Bai answered, "Mother, you speak true; my story is sad. I
believe my real mother was a poor Milkwoman like you, and that she
took me with her one day when I was quite a little baby, as she was
going to sell milk in the bazaar. But being tired with the long walk,
she sat down to rest, and placed me also on the ground, when suddenly
a great Eagle flew down and carried me away. But all the father and
mother I ever knew were the two great Eagles."

"Ah, my child! my child!" cried the Milkwoman, "I was that poor woman;
the Eagles flew away with my eldest girl when she was only a year old.
Have I found you after these many years?"

And she ran and called all her children, and her husband, to tell them
the wonderful news.

And there was great rejoicing among them all.

When they were a little calmer, her mother said to Surya Bai, "Tell
us, dear daughter, how your life has been spent since first we lost
you." And Surya Bai went on:

"The old Eagles took me away to their home, and there I lived happily
many years. They loved to bring me all the beautiful things they could
find, and at last one day they both went to fetch me a diamond ring
from the Red Sea; but while they were gone the fire went out in the
nest: so I went to an old woman's hut, and got her to give me some
fire; and next day (I don't know how it was), as I was opening the
outer door of the cage, a sharp thing, that was sticking in it, ran
into my hand and I fell down senseless.

"I don't know how long I lay there, but when I came to myself, I found
the Eagles must have come back, and thought me dead, and gone away,
for the diamond ring was on my little finger; a great many people were
watching over me, and amongst them was a Rajah, who asked me to go
home with him and be his wife, and he brought me to this place, and I
was his Ranee.

"But his other wife, the first Ranee, hated me (for she was jealous),
and desired to kill me; and one day she accomplished her purpose by
pushing me into the tank, for I was young and foolish, and disregarded
the warnings of my faithful old attendant, who begged me not to go
near the place. Ah! if I had only listened to her words I might have
been happy still."

At these words the old attendant, who had been sitting in the
background, rushed forward and kissed Surya Bai's feet, crying; "Ah,
my lady! my lady! have I found you at last!" and, without staying to
hear more, she ran back to the palace to tell the Rajah the glad news.

Then Surya Bai told her parents how she had not wholly died in the
tank, but become a sunflower; and how the first Ranee; seeing how fond
the Rajah was of the plant, had caused it to be thrown away; and then
how she had risen from the ashes of the sunflower, in the form of a
mango tree; and how when the tree blossomed all her spirit went into
the little mango flower, and she ended by saying: "And when the flower
became fruit, I know not by what irresistible impulse I was induced
to throw myself into your milk can. Mother--it was my destiny, and as
soon as you took me into your house, I began to recover my human
form."

"Why, then," asked her brothers and sisters, "why do you not tell the
Rajah that you are living, and that you are the Ranee Surya Bai?"

"Alas," she answered, "I could not do that. Who knows but that he may
be influenced by the first Ranee, and also desire my death. Let me
rather be poor like you, but safe from danger."

Then her mother cried, "Oh, what a stupid woman I am! The Rajah one
day came seeking you here, but I and your father and brothers drove
him away, for we did not know you were indeed the lost Ranee."

As she spoke these words a sound of horses' hoofs was heard in the
distance, and the Rajah himself appeared, having heard the good news
of Surya Bai's return from her old attendant.

It is impossible to tell the joy of the Rajah at finding his long-lost
wife, but it was not greater than Surya Bai's at being restored to her
husband.

Then the Rajah turned to the old Milkwoman, and said "Old woman, you
did not tell me true, for it was indeed my wife who was in your hut."

"Yes, Protector of the Poor," answered the old Milkwoman, "but it was
also my daughter." Then they told him how Surya Bai was the
Milkwoman's child.

At hearing this the Rajah commanded them all to return with him to the
palace. He gave Surya Bai's father a village and, ennobled the family;
and he said to Surya Bai's old attendant, "For the good service you
have done you shall be palace housekeeper," and he gave her great
riches; adding, "I can never repay the debt I owe you, nor make you
sufficient recompense for having caused you to be unjustly cast into
prison." But she replied, "Sire, even in your anger you were
temperate; if you had caused me to be put to death, as some would have
done, none of this good might have come upon you; it is yourself you
have to thank."

The wicked first Ranee was cast, for the rest of her life, into the
prison in which the old attendant had been thrown; but Surya Bai lived
happily with her husband the rest of her days; and in memory of her
adventures, he planted round their palace a hedge of sunflowers and a
grove of mango trees.




_The Storks and the Night Owl_


Chasid, Caliph of Bagdad, which, by the way, is on the river Tigris,
and was long, long ago the capital of the ancient Saracen Empire, was
comfortably seated upon his sofa one beautiful afternoon. He had slept
a little, for it was a very hot day, and he seemed cheerful after his
nap.

He smoked from a long pipe made of rosewood; sipped now and then a
little coffee, which a slave poured out for him, and stroked his beard
very contentedly. So it was very plain that the Caliph was in a good
humour. This was generally the case at this hour, as it was the custom
of his Grand Vizier Manzor to visit him every day about this time. He
came this afternoon, but he seemed very thoughtful. The Caliph looked
at him, and said: "Grand Vizier, why is thy countenance so sad?"

The Grand Vizier crossed his arms over his breast, bowed himself
before his lord, and said: "My lord, I am sad because in the court
below there is a merchant who has such fine wares that I am troubled
because I have so little money to spare to purchase them."

The Caliph, who had for a long time past desired to confer a favour
upon his Grand Vizier, sent his black slave to bring up the merchant.
The slave soon returned with him. The merchant was a short stout man,
with a dark brown face, and in ragged attire. He carried a chest, in
which he had various kinds of wares, pearls and rings, richly inlaid
pistols, goblets and combs. The Caliph and his Vizier looked at them,
and the former purchased some beautiful pistols for himself and
Manzor. As the merchant was about to pack up his chest the Caliph saw
a small drawer, and asked what it contained. The merchant drew out the
drawer, and showed therein a box filled with blackish powder and a
paper with strange writing upon it, which neither the Caliph nor
Manzor could read. "I received these things from a merchant who found
them in the streets of Mecca," said he. "I know not what they contain.
They are at your service for a trifling price, for I can do nothing
with them."

The Caliph, who was a great collector of old manuscripts for his
library, even if he could not read them, purchased box and writings,
and dismissed the merchant. But it occurred to the Caliph that he
would like to know the meaning of the writing, and he asked the Vizier
whether he knew anyone who could read it.

"Most worthy lord and master," replied the Vizier, "near the great
Mosque there dwells a man who understands all languages; he is called
'Selim the Wise.' Send for him; perhaps he may be able to interpret
the writing."

The learned Selim was soon brought. "Selim," said the Caliph, "they
say thou art very learned; peep now into this writing, and see if thou
canst read it. If thou canst, thou shalt have a rich new garment; if
thou canst not, thou shalt be beaten with five-and-twenty strokes upon
the soles of thy feet, for in that case thou art without the right to
be called 'Selim the Wise.'"

Selim bowed himself and said: "Thy will be done, my lord." For a long
time he examined the writing, then suddenly exclaimed, "This is Latin,
my lord."

"Say what it means," commanded the Caliph, "if it be Latin."

Selim commenced to translate the documents. "Oh man, thou who findest
this, praise Allah for His great goodness to thee. Whoever snuffs of
the powder contained in this box, and says thereupon 'Mutabor,' will
have the power to change himself into any animal he may choose, and
will be able to understand the language of that animal and all others.
Should he wish to return to his human form he must bow himself three
times to the East, and in the direction of our holy Mecca, and repeat
the same word. But beware, when thou art transformed that thou
laughest not, otherwise the magic word will disappear completely from
thy memory and thou wilt remain a beast."

When Selim the Wise had read this, the Caliph was delighted beyond
measure. He bound over the sage that he would disclose the secret to
no one, presented him with the promised rich garment, and dismissed
him. But to his Grand Vizier he said: "That I call a good purchase,
Manzor. I can scarcely restrain my delight until I am a beast. Early
to-morrow morning come thou hither; we will go together into the
field, snuff a little out of the box, and then listen to what is said
in the air, and in the water, in the wood, and in the field."

On the following morning the Caliph had scarcely breakfasted when the
Grand Vizier appeared to accompany him upon his walk, as he had
commanded him. The Caliph placed the box with the magic powder in his
girdle, and, having directed his train to remain behind, he set out
alone with his Grand Vizier. They went through the spacious gardens of
the Caliph, and looked around, but in vain, for some living thing,
that they might try their trick. The Vizier at length proposed that
they should go further on, to a pond where he had often seen many of
those beautiful creatures called Storks, which, by their grave
appearance and their continual clacking, had always excited his
attention.

The Caliph approved the proposal of the Vizier, and they went together
to the pond. When they had arrived they saw a stork walking gravely up
and down looking for frogs, and now and then clacking something to
himself. At the same time they saw also, far above in the air, another
stork hovering over the pond.

"I am pretty sure," said the Grand Vizier, "that these two long-legged
fellows are carrying on a fine conversation with each other. What if
we should become storks?"

"Well said!" replied the Caliph. "But first let us consider, once
more, how we are to become men again. True! three times must we bend
toward the East and in the direction of Mecca, and say 'Mutabor,' then
I am Caliph again and thou Vizier. But we must take care whatever we
do, not to laugh, or we are lost."

While the Caliph was thus speaking he saw the other stork hover over
their heads and slowly descend toward the earth. He drew the box
quickly from his girdle, took a good pinch, offered it to the Grand
Vizier, who also snuffed it, and both cried out "Mutabor!"

At once their legs began to shrivel up, and soon became thin and red.
The beautiful yellow slippers of the Caliph and of his companion were
changed into the strange-shaped feet of the stork; their arms were
changed to wings; their necks were lengthened out from their shoulders
and became a yard long; their beards had disappeared, and their bodies
were covered with feathers which were soft, fine and graceful.

"You have a beautiful beak," said the Caliph after a long pause of
astonishment. "By the beard of the Prophet, I have never seen anything
like it in my life."

"I thank you most humbly," replied the Grand Vizier, while he made his
obeisance. "But if it were permitted I might say that your Highness
looks even more handsome as a stork than as a Caliph. But come, if it
please you, let us listen to our comrades yonder, and find out whether
we really understand the language of the storks."

In the meanwhile the other stork had reached the ground. He trimmed
his feet with his beak, put his feathers in order, and advanced to his
companion. The two new storks hastened to get near them, and to their
great surprise heard the following conversation:--

"Good morning, Lady Longlegs, already so early in the meadow."

"Thank you, dear Clatterbeak, I have had only a slight breakfast."

"Would you like, perhaps, a piece of a duck or the leg of a frog?"

"Much obliged, but I have no appetite to-day. I have come into the
meadow for a very different purpose. I am to dance to-day before some
guests of my father's, and I wish to practise here a little quietly by
myself."

The young stork immediately jumped about the field with singular
motions. The Caliph and Manzor looked on with wonder; but as she stood
in a picturesque attitude upon one foot, and fluttered her wings
gracefully, they could no longer contain themselves--an irresistible
laughter burst forth from their beaks, from which they could not
recover themselves for a long time. The Caliph first collected
himself. "That was a joke now," he exclaimed, "that is not to be
purchased with gold. Pity that the foolish creatures have been
frightened away by our laughter, otherwise perhaps they might even
have sung!"

But it now occurred to the Grand Vizier that laughter had been
specially forbidden them during their transformation. He told his
anxiety to the Caliph. "Dear me, dear me, it would indeed be a
sorrowful joke if I must remain a stork. Pray bethink thyself of the
magic word. For the life of me I can't remember it."

"Three times must we bow to the East and to Mecca, and then say, 'Mu,
mu, mu.'"

They turned toward the East, and bowed and bowed, so that their beaks
almost touched the earth. But alas! alas! the magic word would not
come. However often the Caliph bowed himself and however anxiously the
Vizier called out "Mu, mu," all recollection of it had vanished, and
the poor Caliph and Vizier remained storks.

Very mournfully did the enchanted ones wander through the fields. They
knew not what to do in their great distress. They could not rid
themselves of their storks' skin and feathers; they could not return
to the city to make themselves known, for who would have believed a
stork, if he had said he was the Caliph? And even if they should
believe it, the inhabitants of Bagdad would not have a stork for their
Caliph. Thus they wandered about for several days, and nourished
themselves with the fruits of the field, which they could not eat very
conveniently on account of their long beaks. For ducks and frogs they
had no appetite; they were afraid that with such food they might
fatally disorder their stomachs. It was their only pleasure in this
sad condition that they could fly, and so they often flew upon the
roofs of Bagdad to see what passed in the city.

During the first days they observed great disorder and mourning in the
streets, but about the fourth day after their transformation, as they
stood upon the Caliph's palace, they saw in the street a splendid
procession. Drums and fifes sounded; a man in a scarlet mantle,
embroidered with gold, rode a richly caparisoned steed, surrounded by
a brilliant train of attendants.

Half Bagdad leaped to meet him, and all cried: "Hail, Mirza, Lord of
Bagdad!" The two storks upon the roof of the palace looked at each
other, and the Caliph said: "Canst thou now divine, Grand Vizier, why
I am enchanted? This Mirza is the son of my deadly enemy, the mighty
magician Cachnur, who, in an evil hour, swore revenge upon me. But
still I will not give up hope. Come with me, thou true companion of my
misfortune! We will wander to the grave of the Prophet. Perhaps on
that holy spot this spell will vanish;" and they at once soared from
the roof of the palace and flew toward Mecca.

But flying was no easy matter to them, for the two storks had as yet
but little practice. "Oh, my lord," sighed the Grand Vizier, after a
few hours, "with your permission I must stop, for I can bear it no
longer; you fly altogether too fast. Besides it is now evening, and we
should do well to seek a shelter for the night." Chasid at once
yielded to the prayer of the Vizier, and, as they at this moment
perceived a ruin in the valley below, they flew thither. The place in
which they had taken refuge for the night seemed formerly to have been
a castle. Beautiful columns overtopped the ruins, and several
chambers, which were still in a fair state of preservation, gave
evidence of the former splendour of the building. Chasid and his
companion wandered through the passages to find a dry spot for
themselves. Suddenly the stork Manzor stopped. "My Lord and master,"
he whispered softly, "if it were not folly in a Grand Vizier, and
still more in a stork, to be afraid of spirits, I should feel much
alarmed, for something near by us sighed and groaned very plainly."

The Caliph also stood still, and heard very distinctly a low weeping
that seemed rather to come from a human being than from an animal.

Full of expectation, he was about to advance toward the place from
whence came the sounds of weeping and sighing, when the Vizier seized
him by the wing with his beak and begged him very earnestly not to
plunge into new and unknown dangers But in vain! The Caliph, who bore
a brave heart under his stork's wing, tore himself loose, with the
loss of some of his feathers, and hastened into a dark passage-way. He
soon arrived at a door which seemed to be partly open, and through
which he overheard distinct sighs, with a slight moaning. In the
ruined chamber, which was but dimly lighted by a small grated window,
he saw a large night owl upon the floor. Big tears rolled from her
large round eyes, and with a hoarse voice she sent forth her cries
from her curved beak. As soon, however, as she saw the Caliph and
Vizier she gave a loud scream of joy. Gracefully she wiped the tears
from her eyes with her brown-spotted wing, and to the great
astonishment of both she exclaimed, in good plain Arabic, "Welcome, ye
storks! Ye are a good sign of my rescue, for it has been told me that
by a stork I shall attain to great happiness."

When the Caliph had recovered from his astonishment he bowed with his
long neck, brought his thin feet into a handsome position, and said:

"Night owl, from thy words I think that thou art a companion in
suffering. But alas! the hope that thou wilt be rescued by us is vain.
Thou wilt see our helplessness when we have told thee our history."

The night owl begged him to relate it. The Caliph commenced, and
repeated what we already know.

When the Caliph had told the owl his history she thanked him and said:

"Hear also my story, and you will see that I am not less unhappy than
you. My father is King of India; I, his only daughter, am called Lusa.
That magician Cachnur, who has enchanted you, has also plunged me into
this misery. He came one day to my father, and desired me for a wife
to his son. But my father, who is a quick-tempered man, ordered him to
be pushed down the stairs. The bad man contrived to meet me under
another form; and once, when taking refreshments in my garden, he
brought me, in the person of a slave, a draught in a cup, which
changed me into this frightful shape. Powerless from fright, he
brought me hither and cried in my ear: 'Here shalt thou remain, hated
and despised, even by the beasts, until thy death, or until someone,
with free will, shall desire thee for his wife, even in this horrible
shape. In this way I revenge myself upon thee and thy proud father!'

"Since then many months have passed. Solitary and disconsolate, I
dwell within these walls, scorned by the world, a horror even to the
beasts. Beautiful nature is locked up from me, for, like all owls, I
am blind by day, and only when the moon pours her pale light over
these ruins does the veil fall from my eyes."

The owl stopped speaking and wiped the tears again from her eyes, for
the telling of her sorrows had drawn them forth anew.

During the story of the Princess, the Caliph appeared deep in thought.
"If everything does not deceive me," he said, "there is a secret
connection between our fates; but where can I find the key to this
riddle?"

The owl replied: "Oh, my lord, I also have such a thought, for it was
once told me when I was a very little girl that a stork would one day
bring me great happiness, and I may know perhaps how we may be
rescued."

The Caliph was much astonished, and asked her in what way she meant.

"The magician who has made us both miserable," said she, "comes once
in every month to these ruins. Not far from this chamber is a hall.
There he is accustomed to feast with many of his companions. I have
often listened there already. They tell one another their histories,
and what they have been doing since last they met. Perhaps on the next
occasion they may talk over your story, and let fall the magic word
that you have forgotten."

"Oh, dearest Princess," exclaimed the Caliph, "tell me when does he
come and where is the hall?"

The owl was silent for a moment and then spoke. "Take it not
ungraciously, but only upon one condition can your wish be granted."

"Speak out! speak out!" cried the Caliph. "Command, and whatever it is
I will obey?"

"It is this: I also would gladly be free, and this can only happen if
one of you offer me his hand." The storks seemed somewhat confused at
this proposition, and the Caliph made a sign to his follower to
withdraw for a moment with him.

They talked together for a long time, the Caliph urging the Vizier to
consent; but he said it was not possible, as he was already an old
man, "whilst you, my lord and master, are but young in years." The
Caliph at last saw that the Vizier would rather remain a stork than
accept the owl, so he resolved to fulfil the condition himself. The
owl was overjoyed, and she said they could not have come at a better
time, for the magicians would most likely meet that very night.

She then left the chamber in company with the storks, in order to lead
them to the hall. They walked for a long time through a dark
passage-way, when at last a bright light shone upon them from an
opening in a ruined wall. When they had arrived thither the owl
advised them to keep perfectly quiet. From the opening near where they
stood they had a good view of the hall. It had many pillars, and the
whole apartment was richly decorated. In the middle was a round table
covered with rich food of various kinds; round the table were placed
seats, upon which sat eight men. In one of these men the storks
recognized the merchant who had sold them the magic powder. The one
who sat next him desired him to relate his history and what had been
done during the last few days. He did so, and among the other things
he told the story of his visit to the Caliph and Grand Vizier of
Bagdad.

"What kind of a word hast thou given them," asked the other magician.

"A very hard Latin one; it is Mutabor."

As the storks heard this from their place of concealment they became
almost beside themselves for joy. They ran so quickly with their long
legs to the door of the ruin that the owl could scarcely follow them.
There, the Caliph addressed the owl with much emotion.

"Saviour of my life, and the life of my friend, as an eternal thanks
for what thou hast done for us, accept me as thy husband"; then he
turned himself toward the east and toward Mecca. Three times the
storks bent their long necks toward the sun, which, by this time, was
rising above the distant hills: "Mutabor!" they exclaimed. In a
twinkling they were changed, and in the delight of newly restored
life, master and servant were laughing and weeping in each other's
arms. But who can describe their astonishment as they looked about
them?

A beautiful maiden in a splendid dress stood before them. She held out
her hand to the Caliph saying: "Do you no longer recognize your night
owl?"

Yes, it was indeed that bird. The Caliph looked with wonder at her
beauty and grace, and said: "It is my greatest happiness that I have
been a stork."

The three now started to travel together for the city of Bagdad. The
Caliph found in his clothes not only the box with the magic powder,
but also his purse of gold. By this means he purchased at the nearest
village all that was necessary for their journey, so that they very
soon arrived at the gates of Bagdad. The arrival of the Caliph excited
the greatest wonder. They had supposed him dead, but the people were
overjoyed to have their beloved lord again.

Their hatred was intense against the deceiver Mirza. They entered the
palace and took the old magician and his son prisoners. The Caliph
took the old man to that same chamber in which the Princess had lived
so long as an owl, and ordered him to be hung up there. But to the
son, who did not understand the wicked arts of his father, he offered
the choice of either to die or take snuff.

He chose the latter when the Grand Vizier offered the box. A good
pinch, and the magic word of the Caliph changed him into a stork. The
Caliph then directed that he should be put into a cage and placed in
his garden.

Long and happily the Caliph Chasid lived with his wife, the Princess.
His happiest hours were when the Grand Vizier visited him in the
afternoon. They never tired of talking about their storks' adventure,
and when the Caliph was more than usually merry he would imitate the
Grand Vizier, and show how he looked when he was a stork. He walked
gravely up and down the chamber with slow and solemn steps, made a
clacking noise, flapped his arms like wings, and showed how he, to no
purpose, bowed himself to the east and called out: "Mu--Mu--Mu." This
was always a great delight to the Princess and the children, which
were afterward born to her, until they also took delight in calling
out to one another: "Mu--Mu--Mu."

So for very many years happiness reigned in the palace, and not only
in the palace, but throughout the city of Bagdad, the capital of the
ancient Saracen Empire.




_The Five Queer Brothers_


An old woman had five grown-up sons that looked just alike. The eldest
could gulp up the ocean at a mouthful; the second was hard enough to
nick steel; the third had extensible legs; the fourth was unaffected
by fire; the fifth lived without breathing. They all concealed their
peculiar traits, and their neighbours did not even guess that they
were queer.

The eldest supported the family by fishing, going alone to the sea,
and bringing back loads of spoil. The neighbours often besought him to
teach their sons how to fish, and he at last let all their boys go
with him, one day, to learn his art. On reaching the shore, he sucked
the sea into his mouth, and directed the boys to the dry bottom, to
collect the fish. When he was tired of holding the water, he beckoned
to the boys to return, but they were playing amongst strange objects,
and paid no heed to him. When he could contain the sea no longer, he
had to let it flow back into its former basin, and all the boys were
drowned.

As he went homeward, he passed the doors of the parents, who inquired
how many fish their sons had caught, and how long they would be in
coming back. He told them the facts, yet they would not excuse him,
and they dragged him before the magistrate to account for the loss of
their children. He defended himself by saying that he had not invited
the boys to go with him, and had consented to their going only when
the parents had repeatedly urged him; that, after the boys were on the
ocean-bed, he had done his utmost to induce them to come ashore; that
he had held the water as long as he could, and had then thrown it in
the sea-basin solely because nothing else would contain it.
Notwithstanding this defence, the judge decided that, since he took
the boys away and did not bring them back, he was guilty of murder,
and sentenced him to decapitation. He entreated leave to pay one visit
to his aged mother before his execution, and this was granted. He went
alone and told his brothers of his doom, and the second brother
returned in his stead to the judge, thanked him for having given him
permission to perform a duty required by filial piety, and said he was
then ready to die. He knelt with bowed head, and the headsman brought
the knife down across the back of his neck, but the knife was nicked
and the neck was left unscathed. A second knife, and a third of finer
steel, were brought and tried by headsmen who were accustomed to sever
heads clean off at one stroke. Having spoiled their best blades
without marring his neck, they took him back to prison and informed
the judge that the sentence could not be executed.

The judge then decreed that he should be dropped into the sea which
covered his victims. When he heard this decision, he said that he had
taken leave of his mother supposing that his head was to be cut off,
and that, if he was to be drowned, he must go to her and make known
his fate, and get her blessing anew. Permission being given, he went
and told his brothers what had happened, and the third brother took
the place of the second, and presented himself before the judge as the
criminal that was to be sunk in the sea. He was carried far from shore
and thrown overboard, but he stretched his legs till his feet touched
bottom and he stood with his head in the air. They hauled him aboard
and took him farther from land, but still his extensible legs
supported him above the waters. Then they sailed to mid-ocean, and
cast him into its greatest depths, but his legs still lengthened so
that he was not drowned. They brought him back to the judge, reported
what had been done, and said that some other method of destroying him
must be followed.

He was then condemned to death by being boiled in oil; and while the
caldron was being heated, he begged and obtained leave to go and tell
his mother of his late survival, and, of the manner in which he was
soon to be taken off. His brothers having heard the latest judgment,
the fourth one went to bear the penalty of the law, and was lowered
into the kettle of boiling oil, where he disported himself as if in a
tepid bath, and even asked the executioners to stir up the fire a
little to increase the warmth. Finding that he could not be fried, he
was remanded to prison.

Then the populace, the bereaved parents, and the magistrate joined in
effort to invent a sure method of putting him to death. Water, fire
and sword all having failed, they finally fixed upon smothering him in
a vast cream-cake. The whole country round made contributions of flour
for the tough pastry, sugar for the viscid filling, and bricks for a
huge oven; and it was made and baked on a plain outside the city
walls. Meanwhile the prisoner was allowed to go and bid his mother
farewell, and the fifth brother secretly became his substitute. When
the cake was done, a multitude of people, with oxen, horses, and
ropes, dragged it to the execution ground, and within it the culprit
was interred. As he was able to exist without air, he rested
peacefully till the next midnight. Then he safely crawled forth, and
returned to his home, where he dwelt happily for many years with his
remarkable brothers.




_The Lac of Rupees_


A poor blind Brahman and his wife were dependent on their son for
their subsistence. Every day the young fellow used to go out and get
what he could by begging. This continued for some time, till at last
he became quite tired of such a wretched life, and determined to go
and try his luck in another country. He informed his wife of his
intention, and ordered her to manage somehow or other for the old
people during the few months that he would be absent. He begged her to
be industrious, lest his parents should be angry and curse him.

One morning he started with some food in a bundle, and walked on day
after day, till he reached the chief city of the neighbouring country.
Here he went and sat down by a merchant's shop and asked alms. The
merchant inquired whence he had come, why he had come, and what was
his caste; to which he replied that he was a Brahman, and was
wandering hither and thither begging a livelihood for himself, his
wife and parents. Moved with pity for the man, the merchant advised
him to visit the kind and generous king of that country, and offered
to accompany him to the court. Now, at that time it happened that the
king was seeking for a Brahman to look after a golden temple which he
had just had built. His Majesty was very glad, therefore, when he saw
the Brahman and heard that he was good and honest. He at once deputed
him to the charge of this temple, and ordered fifty kharwars of rice
and one hundred rupees to be paid to him every year as wages.

Two months after this, the Brahman's wife, not having heard any news
of her husband, left the house and went in quest of him. By a happy
fate she arrived at the very place that he had reached, where she
heard that every morning at the golden temple a golden rupee was given
in the king's name to any beggar who chose to go for it. Accordingly,
on the following morning she went to the place and met her husband.

"Why have you come here?" he asked. "Why have you left my parents?
Care you not whether they curse me and I die? Go back immediately, and
await my return."

"No, no," said the woman. "I cannot go back to starve and see your old
father and mother die. There is not a grain of rice left in the
house."

"O Bhagawant!" exclaimed the Brahman. "Here, take this," he continued,
scribbling a few lines on some paper, and then handing it to her, "and
give it to the king. You will see that he will give you a lac of
rupees for it." Thus saying he dismissed her, and the woman left.

On this scrap of paper were written three pieces of advice--First, If
a person is travelling and reaches any strange place at night, let him
be careful where he puts up, and not close his eyes in sleep, lest he
close them in death. Secondly, If a man has a married sister, and
visits her in great pomp, she will receive him for the sake of what
she can obtain from him; but if he comes to her in poverty, she will
frown on him and disown him. Thirdly, If a man has to do any work, he
must do it himself, and do it with might and without fear.

On reaching her home the Brahmani told her parents of her meeting with
her husband, and what a valuable piece of paper he had given her; but
not liking to go before the king herself, she sent one of her
relations. The king read the paper, and ordering the man to be
flogged, dismissed him. The next morning the Brahmani took the paper,
and while she was going along the road to the darbar reading it, the
king's son met her, and asked what she was reading, whereupon she
replied that she held in her hands a paper containing certain bits of
advice, for which she wanted a lac of rupees. The prince asked her to
show it to him, and when he had read it gave her a parwana for the
amount, and rode on. The poor Brahmani was very thankful. That day she
laid in a great store of provisions, sufficient to last them all for a
long time.

In the evening the prince related to his father the meeting with the
woman, and the purchase of the piece of paper. He thought his father
would applaud the act. But it was not so. The king was more angry than
before, and banished his son from the country.

So the prince bade adieu to his mother and relations and friends, and
rode off on his horse, whither he did not know. At nightfall he
arrived at some place, where a man met him, and invited him to lodge
at his house. The prince accepted the invitation, and was treated like
a prince. Matting was spread for him to squat on, and the best
provisions set before him.

"Ah!" thought he, as he lay down to rest, "here is a case for the
first piece of advice that the Brahmani gave me. I will not sleep
to-night."

It was well that he thus resolved, for in the middle of the night the
man rose up, and taking a sword in his hand, rushed to the prince with
the intention of killing him. But the prince arose and spoke.

"Do not slay me," he said. "What profit would you get from my death?
If you killed me you would be sorry afterward like that man who killed
his dog."

"What man? What dog?" he asked.

"I will tell you," said the prince, "if you will give me that sword."

So he gave him the sword, and the prince began his story:

"Once upon a time there lived a wealthy merchant who had a pet dog. He
was suddenly reduced to poverty, and had to part with his dog. He got
a loan of five thousand rupees from a brother merchant, leaving the
dog as a pledge, and with the money began business again. Not long
after this the other merchant's shop was broken into by thieves and
completely sacked. There was hardly ten rupees' worth left in the
place. The faithful dog, however, knew what was going on, and went and
followed the thieves, and saw where they deposited the things, and
then returned.

"In the morning there was great weeping and lamentation in the
merchant's house when it was known what had happened. The merchant
himself nearly went mad. Meanwhile the dog kept on running to the
door, and pulling at his master's shirt and pajamas, as though wishing
him to go outside. At last a friend suggested that, perhaps, the dog
knew something of the whereabouts of the things, and advised the
merchant to follow its leadings. The merchant consented, and went
after the dog right up to the very place where the thieves had hidden
the goods. Here the animal scraped and barked, and showed in various
ways that the things were underneath. So the merchant and his friends
dug about the place, and soon came upon all the stolen property.
Nothing was missing. There were all the articles just as the thieves
had taken them.

"The merchant was very glad. On returning to his house, he at once
sent the dog back to its old master with a letter rolled under the
collar, wherein he had written about the sagacity of the beast, and
begged his friend to forget the loan and to accept another five
thousand rupees as a present. When this merchant saw his dog coming
back again, he thought, 'Alas! my friend is wanting the money. How can
I pay him? I have not had sufficient time to recover myself from my
recent losses. I will slay the dog ere he reaches the threshold, and
say that another must have slain it. Thus there will be an end of my
debt. No dog, no loan.' Accordingly he ran out and killed the poor
dog, when the letter fell out of its collar. The merchant picked it up
and read it. How great was his grief and disappointment when he knew
the facts of the case!

"Beware," continued the prince, "lest you do that which afterward you
would give your life not to have done."

By the time the prince had concluded this story it was nearly morning,
and he went away, after rewarding the man.

The prince then visited the country belonging to his brother-in-law.
He disguised himself as a jogi, and sitting down by a tree near the
palace, pretended to be absorbed in worship. News of the man and of
his wonderful piety reached the ears of the king. He felt interested
in him, as his wife was very ill; and he had sought for hakims to cure
her, but in vain. He thought that, perhaps, this holy man could do
something for her. So he sent to him. But the jogi refused to tread
the halls of a king, saying that his dwelling was the open air, and
that if his Majesty wished to see him he must come himself and bring
his wife to the place. Then the king took his wife and brought her to
the jogi. The holy man bade her prostrate herself before him, and when
she had remained in this position for about three hours, he told her
to rise and go, for she was cured.

In the evening there was great consternation in the palace, because
the queen had lost her pearl rosary, and nobody knew anything about
it. At length some one went to the jogi, and found it on the ground by
the place where the queen had prostrated herself. When the king heard
this he was very angry and ordered the jogi to be executed. This stern
order, however, was not carried out, as the prince bribed the men and
escaped from the country. But he knew that the second bit of advice
was true.

Clad in his own clothes, the prince was walking along one day when he
saw a potter crying and laughing, alternately, with his wife and
children. "O fool," said he, "what is the matter? If you laugh, why do
you weep? If you weep, why do you laugh?"

"Do not bother me," said the potter. "What does it matter to you?"

"Pardon me," said the prince, "but I should like to know the reason."

"The reason is this, then," said the potter. "The king of this country
has a daughter whom he is obliged to marry every day, because all her
husbands die the first night of their stay with her. Nearly all the
young men of the place have thus perished, and our son will be called
on soon. We laugh at the absurdity of the thing--a potter's son
marrying a princess, and we cry at the terrible consequence of the
marriage. What can we do?"

"Truly a matter for laughing and weeping. But weep no more," said the
prince. "I will exchange places with your son, and will be married to
the princess instead of him. Only give me suitable garments, and
prepare me for the occasion."

So the potter gave him beautiful raiment and ornaments, and the prince
went to the palace. At night he was conducted to the apartment of the
princess. "Dread hour!" thought he; "am I to die like the scores of
young men before me?" He clenched his sword with firm grip, and lay
down on his bed, intending to keep awake all the night and see what
would happen. In the middle of the night he saw two Shahmars come out
from the nostrils of the princess. They stole over toward him,
intending to kill him, like the others who had been before him; but he
was ready for them. He laid hold of his sword, and when the snakes
reached his bed he struck at them and killed them. In the morning the
king came as usual to inquire, and was surprised to hear his daughter
and the prince talking gaily together. "Surely," said he, "this man
must be her husband, as he only can live with her."

"Where do you come from? Who are you?" asked the king, entering the
room.

"Oh king!" replied the prince, "I am the son of a king who rules over
such-and-such a country."

When he heard this the king was very glad, and bade the prince to
abide in his palace, and appointed him his successor to the throne.
The prince remained at the palace for more than a year, and then asked
permission to visit his own country, which was granted. The king gave
him elephants, horses, jewels, and abundance of money for the expenses
of the way and as presents for his father, and the prince started.

On the way he had to pass through the country belonging to his
brother-in-law, whom we have already mentioned. Report of his arrival
reached the ears of the king, who came with rope-tied hands and
haltered neck to do him homage. He most humbly begged him to stay at
his palace, and to accept what little hospitality could be provided.
While the prince was staying at the palace he saw his sister, who
greeted him with smiles and kisses. On leaving he told her how she and
her husband had treated him at his first visit, and how he escaped;
and then gave them two elephants, two beautiful horses, fifteen
soldiers, and ten lacs of rupees' worth of jewels.

Afterward he went to his own home, and informed his mother and father
of his arrival. Alas! his parents had both become blind from weeping
about the loss of their son. "Let him come in," said the king, "and
put his hands upon our eyes, and we shall see again." So the prince
entered, and was most affectionately greeted by his old parents; and
he laid his hands on their eyes, and they saw again.

Then the prince told his father all that had happened to him, and how
he had been saved several times by attending to the advice that he had
purchased from the Brahmani. Whereupon the king expressed his sorrow
for having sent him away, and all was joy and peace again.




_The Emperor's Nightingale_


China, as you know, is ruled over by an Emperor, who is a Chinaman,
and all his courtiers are Chinamen, too. Now, this little story that I
am going to tell you happened ever so long ago, and that is why you
ought to hear it now, before it is forgotten, for it is well worth
hearing.

The Emperor lived in the most beautiful palace in the world and it was
a very costly one, for it was made of the finest porcelain, and was so
brittle that you had to be very careful if you touched it. It was
surrounded by such a large garden that the gardener himself did not
quite know where it ended. Lovely flowers grew in luxuriance, and,
lest people should pass the most beautiful without noticing them,
peals of silver bells were tied to their stems.

Truly, everything was carefully planned in the Emperor's garden. If
you kept on far enough, you came to a mighty forest which stretched
down so close to the margin of the sea that the poor fishermen in
their boats could sail under the overhanging branches.

In one of these boughs a nightingale lived, and so beautiful was its
song that the rough sailors would stop to listen on their way out to
spread their nets.

"Ah, what beautiful music!" they would exclaim, and then they had to
sail on, for they had their work to do. And again, when nightfall
came, and the bird sang, and the boats came drifting home on the tide,
they would say:

"Heavens! how gloriously that bird sings!"

Travellers came from all over the world to see the Emperor's city and
his palace and garden; but when they heard the Nightingale, they would
say:

"That is most beautiful of all."

And when the travellers reached their homes again, they told all their
friends of the wonderful things they had seen and heard; and wise
people wrote books, in which they did not forget to tell of the
Nightingale, which was pronounced the loveliest among many lovely
things. Even the poets wrote verses about this Nightingale that lived
in the wood by the sea.

And then, one by one, the books travelled over the world, until some
at last reached the hands of the Emperor, who sat in his golden chair
and read them, nodding his head with pleasure; for he was charmed with
the beautiful descriptions of his city and castle and garden. Then he
read the words:

"The Nightingale is the most lovely thing of all!"

"What is this?" he said. "The Nightingale! I have never heard of such
a bird, yet there seems to be one in my empire--and in my own garden!
Imagine learning of such a thing for the first time from a book!"

Thereupon he summoned his Chamberlain, who was a very important
person, and who never replied more than "Paugh!" to any inferior who
dared to ask him anything. This, of course, was no answer at all.

"This book tells of a very remarkable bird called a Nightingale," said
the Emperor. "They say it is the finest thing in my empire. Why has no
one told me about it before?"

"I have never heard anyone mention it before, myself," replied the
Chamberlain. "I don't remember that it has ever been presented at
Court."

"I command it to appear at Court and sing before me to-night," said
the Emperor. "All the world knows what I possess, it appears, except
myself."

"I have never heard of such a thing before," answered the Chamberlain
again, "but I will search until it is found."

But where was it? The Chamberlain searched up and down the palace,
through corridors and up staircases, but he could not find anyone who
had even heard of a nightingale. Then he hastened back to the Emperor
to say that it must certainly be an invention of the man who had
written the book.

"Your Imperial Majesty will scarcely credit the sort of things these
people will write," he said. "It is all fiction and something called
Black Art."

"But the great and mighty Mikado of Japan has sent me this book!"
shouted the Emperor, very much annoyed, "and, therefore, there cannot
be anything that is false in it. I must and shall hear the
Nightingale, and I command it to be present this evening. It has my
especial Royal favour, and if it is not here, the whole Court shall be
trampled upon by camels after supper."

"Tching Pe!" exclaimed the Chamberlain, very much alarmed, and raced
up and down stairs and through all the corridors again, accompanied
now by half the Court, who were not at all anxious to be trampled
upon, even after supper. It was a great search after this wonderful
Nightingale, of which all the world had heard, except the Emperor and
his courtiers.

At length they came to the kitchen, where a poor little scullery-maid
at once exclaimed:

"Why, yes, I know it well; and it sings beautifully! Every evening I
have permission to take the kitchen scraps to my sick mother, who
lives down on the sea-shore, and often, as I come back, I rest in the
wood and listen to the Nightingale, Its song makes my eyes fill with
tears, and I seem to be able to feel my mother's kisses."

"Little girl," the Chamberlain said, "if you will take us straight to
where the Nightingale lives you shall receive a high appointment in
the Royal kitchen, and be allowed to see the Emperor dine every night.
His Majesty has commanded it to sing before him this evening."

So the girl led the Chamberlain and all the Court to the wood where
the Nightingale sang. When they were half-way there a cow began to
low.

"Hark!" said all the courtiers. "What a beautiful note, and how
powerful for such a tiny creature! I have certainly heard it before."

"No," said the maid, "that is only the lowing of a cow. We have a long
way to go yet."

"Oh, how exquisite!" murmured the Chinese Court-chaplain, as he heard
the frogs croaking in a marsh. "Now I can hear it; why, it resembles
the chime of silver bells."

"No, those are only the marsh frogs," said the little maid. "But we
shall soon be able to hear it now." And then, just as she spoke, the
Nightingale commenced to sing.

"Ah, now!" said the girl. "Listen, listen! There it sits up in the
branches," and she pointed to a tiny gray bird clinging to a spray of
thorn.

"I should never have believed it would look like that," exclaimed the
Chamberlain. "It looks so simple and so pale; it must be frightened at
the sight of so many grand people."

"Dear Nightingale," called the little girl, "our most noble Emperor
desires you to sing to him."

"Oh, certainly, with pleasure," replied the Nightingale; and it sang
so beautifully it was a treat to hear it.

"It is like the sound of running water; and see how its tiny throat
quivers, too," the Chamberlain said. "How strange that we have never
heard it talked about before! It will be an immense success at Court."

"Would the Emperor like to hear another song?" asked the bird, for it
thought the Emperor had been listening all the time.

"Most worthy Nightingale," the Chamberlain replied, "it is with great
pleasure I command you to appear before his Majesty at a Court
reception to-night, when you will charm his Majesty with your
delightful singing."

"It sounds so much more beautiful out in the wood," said the bird; but
still it promised willingly when it heard it was the Emperor's royal
desire.

The palace was very elegant in its decorations. The porcelain walls
and floors glittered and shone with the reflection from many lamps.
Beautiful flowers, shaking their silvery bells, were banked in rich
profusion on each side of the great staircase. Indeed, what with the
passing of many feet and the great draught, the bells tinkled so
loudly you could hardly hear yourself speak.

The Emperor sat on a jewelled throne in the centre of the great hall,
and close beside him stood a golden perch for the Nightingale. All
the courtiers were assembled, and the little scullery-maid, now raised
to the rank of a real Court cook, had received permission to listen
behind the door. Everyone stood dressed in his very best and gazed on
the little gray bird, to whom the mighty Emperor had just nodded his
head.

Then the Nightingale began to sing, and sang so gloriously that the
Emperor's eyes so filled with tears that they overflowed and ran down
his cheeks. And the bird sang on and on, till it reached one's very
heart. The Emperor was so delighted that he said the Nightingale
should wear his own golden slipper around its neck. But the
Nightingale thanked him very politely and said it had already received
sufficient reward.

"For," it said, "I have caused the Emperor's eyes to fill with tears,
and an Emperor's tears have a mighty power. Heaven knows I have been
sufficiently repaid." And again it burst into its beautiful song.

"Oh, what charming coquetry!" said the Court ladies, and each tried to
keep their mouths full of water so that they might gurgle like the
Nightingale when they spoke to anyone. Even the footmen and the
ladies' maids expressed their perfect satisfaction, and that was a
great deal, for they are generally the hardest to please. In short,
the Nightingale had scored a great success.

It was so arranged that in future it should live at Court, in its own
cage, with permission to fly out twice a day, and once during the
night.

On these trips it was accompanied by twelve servants, each of whom
held a silken cord attached to its leg, so that really there could not
be the slightest pleasure for it in such a flight. As for the city,
wherever you went, you met people talking of the wonderful bird. One
had only to say the word "Nightin" when the other would answer "gale,"
and each would give a sigh and feel they perfectly understood each
other. Eleven babies belonging to poor people were christened after
the bird, and yet not one of them could sing a note.

One day a parcel arrived at the palace, addressed to the Emperor, with
the words, "The Nightingale," written on the outside.

"Oh, this must be a fresh book about our famous bird," said the
Emperor.

But it was not a book. A wonderful work of art lay within a casket, a
clockwork nightingale, encrusted in diamonds and rubies and pearls,
and fashioned in the shape of a real bird. When it had been wound up
it sang one of the same songs that the real nightingale sang, and its
glittering tail moved up and down in time to the notes. A ribbon hung
around its neck, and on it these words were written: "The Emperor of
Japan's Nightingale is nothing compared to that of the Emperor of
China."

"How perfect!" everyone cried, and the Emperor immediately bestowed
the title of the King's-Imperial-Nightingale-Bringer on the courier
who had brought the bird.

"Now we must hear them sing a duet together. How beautiful it will
sound!" they all said. But it did not sound so well as they had
expected, for the real bird sang in a natural way, and just whatever
came into its little throat, and the artificial bird could only sing
waltzes.

"The new one sings quite correctly," said the chief Court musician.
"It keeps perfect time, and understands my own method, I can hear." So
then the new one had to sing by itself and obtained quite as much
applause as the real one had done. Besides, it looked so much
handsomer; glittering and glistening like bracelets and breast-pins.

Over and over again, for quite thirty-three times, it sang the same
tune and yet was not tired. The courtiers would have liked to hear it
again even, only the Emperor said "No, it's the real bird's turn now,
let us ask it to sing."

But where was the Nightingale? Not a soul had seen it fly out of the
open window back to its own green woods.

"Well, well! whatever has become of it?" exclaimed the Emperor. And
all the courtiers united in saying it was a most ungrateful creature.

"After all," they said, "we still have the better bird," and with that
the new one had to sing his song for the thirty-fourth time, and even
then the courtiers had not caught the tune quite correctly, for it was
very difficult and tricky. The Court musician, especially, praised
the bird, and said, not only was its plumage much more handsome, but
its inside was better made, too.

"For your Imperial Highness, and you, my noble lords and ladies, must
see," he went on, "that with a real Nightingale you can never tell
what is coming next, but with an imitation one everything is settled.
One can open it and see exactly how it works, where the waltz comes
from, and why the notes follow one after the other."

The courtiers all agreed with the Court musician, and the Emperor
commanded him to show it to the people on the following Saturday, and
let them hear it sing. This he did, and the Chinese people felt so
pleased and happy they all nodded their heads and shook their
forefingers and said "Ah!" Only the fishermen, who had heard the real
bird sing, shook their heads and said it all sounded very nice, and
very much alike, too; but somehow--they didn't quite know
how--something seemed lacking.

And so the real Nightingale was sent into exile, and the imitation one
slept on a satin cushion close to the Emperor's bed. All the jewels
and precious stones that had been showered on it as presents were
arranged around the edge of the cushion, and it was given the title of
the Emperor's Own Court Singer and advanced to the very highest rank,
that of First on the Left; for the left was thought to be the highest
station, as the Emperor wore his heart on that side, just like
ordinary people.

The Court musician wrote twenty-five volumes on the imitation bird.
The work was very tedious and dull, and full of the longest Chinese
words you can imagine; and people always said they had read it and
pretended to have enjoyed it, or else they would have been thought
stupid and have had their bodies trampled upon.

A whole year passed by in this fashion, and at last the Emperor and
his Court and all the Chinese people knew every turn and trill of the
Nightingale's song by heart, and this pleased them more than ever.
They often sang with it, and the street-urchins, even, could sing
"Tchoochoohuh juggjugg jugg," and the Emperor just the same. It was
really delightful.

One evening the Emperor lay in his bed listening to the bird which was
singing its very best. Suddenly it stopped with a jerk, and bang!
something had snapped in its inside, and all its wheels ran down with
a whirr, and then there was a dead silence.

The Emperor sprang out of bed and sent for the Court physician, but he
could do nothing. Then a watchmaker was fetched in, and after he had
talked a lot, and poked and examined the inside a great deal, he
managed to put it in something like working order again.

"You must not use it too much," he said, "it is nearly worn out, and
one can never put in fresh works again and be sure of the music being
as good as before."

At this there was great mourning all over the country, for the
imitation bird must only be allowed to sing once a year in future, and
even that might prove too much for it.

And when these performances were given the Court musician made a short
speech, full of very long words, proving that it sang as beautifully
as ever, and so the Court thought it did and were very well content.

After five years had passed the Emperor fell very ill. All the people
felt sad, for they were really extremely fond of him, and now it was
said he could not possibly live. Already the new Emperor was selected,
and the people stood about in the streets and begged to know from the
Chamberlain how the old Emperor was.

But "Paugh!" was all he would say as he nodded his head.

White and cold the old Emperor lay in his great tall bed, and all the
courtiers thought he was dead, and ran away to greet their new King.
In the antechamber the pages gossiped with the maids-in-waiting as
they ate a splendid tea. The palace was wrapped in silence, for
carpets had been laid down in the hall and corridor, so that the noise
of footsteps might be deadened. It was very, very still and solemn.
And the Emperor, still alive, lay all cold and pale on the magnificent
bed, with its heavy velvet draperies and gorgeous golden tassels.
High up, through the open window, the moon shone in upon him and the
imitation nightingale lying in its casket by the bed.

The poor old Emperor lay panting for breath; a terrible weight seemed
pressing on his chest, and he opened his eyes at last to see Death
sitting there, with the Emperor's crown upon his head and his sword
and jewelled sceptre in his hands.

The Emperor's gaze travelled round, and he saw faces--some ugly and
some smiling and gentle--peeping at him from among the velvet folds of
the curtains; these were the Emperor's good and bad deeds looking down
at him as Death pressed on his heart.

"Don't you remember this?" and "Can you recall that?" they all seemed
to be whispering. And the cold sweat broke out on the Emperor's brow,
at the recollections they brought to his mind.

"I do not remember--I cannot!" gasped the Emperor, then cried, "Music!
music! Bring the great Chinese drum, that I may not hear what they
say."

But still they whispered together, and Death nodded his head, like a
Chinese mandarin, at all they said.

"Music, music, I say!" shrieked the old Emperor. "Oh precious jewelled
bird, sing! I heaped upon you gold and precious stones, and even hung
my golden slippers around your neck. Ah, heavens! sing! I say, sing!"

But the imitation bird was still and silent, for until someone wound
it up, it could not sing, and there was no one by to do it. And Death
still sat gazing at him with hollow, hungry eyes, and all around was
terribly still.

Suddenly a silvery note floated in at the open window. It was the
voice of the real Nightingale as it sat upon a bough outside. It had
heard the Emperor was ill, and had come back to comfort him and fill
him with hope.

And as its song gained strength and rose and fell in delicious trills,
the ghostly faces faded away and the warm life blood began to flow
anew in the Emperor's veins. Even Death raised his head and said, "Go
on, go on, little Nightingale."

"Ah, but you will give me the Emperor's royal crown and his sword and
jewelled sceptre, if I do?" asked the bird.

And Death exchanged each of these treasures for a song, and the
Nightingale went on singing--of a peaceful churchyard, heavy with the
scent of roses and elder blossom, where the grass lay thick with the
dew of many tears shed by mortals over dear ones lying sleeping there.
Then Death was filled with a yearning to be in his own garden, and
passed like a gray mist out of the open window.

"Deep, deep thanks I give you," said the Emperor. "Merciful little
bird! I know you again. It was you I banished from my presence and my
kingdom. And yet, you have charmed the evil spectres from my bed and
Death from my heart. How can I ever repay you?"

"I am already rewarded in that I drew tears from your eyes when first
I sang to you. Those tears were jewels to crown the heart of any
singer, and I shall never forget them. I will sing you to sleep now, a
sleep from which you will awake fresh and strong again."

And the Emperor fell into a sweet, refreshing slumber, so deep and
peaceful that he awoke strong and well in the warm sunlight. None of
the courtiers were by him, for all believed he was dead, only the
Nightingale was still singing a gentle, sweet song.

"You must never leave me," the Emperor said; "you shall only sing when
you desire, and I will break the artificial bird into a million
pieces."

"No, spare it," said the Nightingale. "It did its best as long as it
was able, so keep it as before. I cannot build my nest within the
castle, but I will often come to you at evening and sing, on the bough
outside the window, songs that will make you glad, and at the same
time sweetly melancholy. I will sing of happiness and sorrow, of the
goodness and wickedness that lie close around you. The singing bird
loves the fisherman's hut, the peasant's cot, and all that is far
removed from palace and court. But I love your soul more than your
crown. I will fly to you and sing my songs, but you must promise me
one thing."

The Emperor stood in his royal robes, which he had put on with his own
hands, and he pressed his sword-hilt to his breast as he said:

"Anything that I can, I will grant."

"I only ask of you this one thing. Do not let anyone know that you
have a little bird that tells you all; it will be for the best."

So saying the Nightingale flew away.

Then the servants entered to attend to their dead Emperor, and when
they saw him standing there strong and well, they started back aghast.

But the Emperor only said:

"Good morning!"




_Hookedy-Crookedy_


Once on a time there was a King and Queen in Ireland, and they had one
son named Jack, and when Jack grew up to be man big, he rose up one
day and said to his father and mother that he would go off and push
his fortune.

All his father and mother could say to Jack, they could not keep him
from going. So with his staff in his hand and his father's and
mother's blessing on his head, off he started, and he travelled away
far, farther than I could tell you, and twice as far as you could tell
me. At length one day, coming up to a big wood, he met a gray-haired
old man. The old man asked him, "Jack, where are you going?"

He says, "I am going to push my fortune."

"Well," says the old man, says he, "If 't is looking for service you
are, there is a Giant who lives at the other side of that wood that
they call the Giant of the Hundred Hills, and I believe he wants a
fine strong, able, clever young fellow like you."

"Very well," says Jack, "I will push on to him."

Push on Jack did, away through the wood, until he got to the other
side, and then he saw a big castle, and going up he knocked at the
door, and a big Giant came out.

"Welcome, Jack," says he, "the King of Ireland's Son! Where are you
going and what do you want?"

"I come," says Jack, "to push my fortune, and am looking for honest
service. I have been told," he says to the Giant of the Hundred Hills,
"that you wanted a clean, clever boy like me."

"Well," says the Giant, "I am the Giant of the Hundred Hills, and do
want such a fine fellow as you. I have to go away every day," he says,
"to battle with another giant at the other end of the world, and when
I am away I want somebody to look after my house and place. If you
will be of good, faithful service to me, and do everything I tell you,
I will give you a bag of gold at the end of the time." Jack promised
he would do all that. The Giant then gave him a hearty supper and a
good bed, and well he slept that night. In the morning the Giant had
him called up before the first lark was in the sky.

"Jack, my brave boy," says he, "I have got to be off to the other end
of the world to-day to fight the Giant of the Four Winds, and it is
time you were up and looking after your business. You have got to put
this house in order, and look after everything in it until I come back
to-night. To every room in the house and to every place about the
house you can go, except the stable. My stable door is closed, and on
the peril of your life, don't open it or go into the stable. Keep that
in mind."

Jack said he certainly would. Then the Giant visited the stable, and
started off; and as soon as he was gone, Jack went fixing and
arranging the house and setting everything in order. And a wonderful
house it was to Jack, so big and so great; and after that he went to
the castle yard and into every house and building there, except the
stable: and when he had visited all the rest of them, he stood before
the stable and looked at it a long time. "And I wonder," says Jack,
says he, "I wonder what can be in there, and what is the reason he
wants me on the peril of my life not to go into it? I would like to go
and peep in, and there certainly would be no harm."

Every door in and about the Giant's place was opened by a little ring
turning on a pivot in the middle of the door. Forward to the stable
door Jack then steps, turns the little ring, and the door flew open.
Inside what does Jack see but a mare and a bear standing by the
manger, and neither of them eating. There was hay before the bear and
meat before the mare.

"Well," says Jack, "it is no wonder, poor creatures, you are not
eatin'. That was a nice blunder of the Giant," and he stepped in and
changed their food, putting hay before the mare and meat before the
bear, and at once both of them fell to it and Jack went out and closed
the stable door. As he did so his finger stuck in the ring, and he
pulled and struggled to get it away, but he could not.

That was a fix for poor Jack, "And by this and by that," says he, "the
Giant will be back and find me stuck here;" so he whips out his knife,
and cuts off his finger, and leaves it there.

And when the Giant came home that night, says he to Jack, "Well, Jack,
what sort of a day have you had this day, and how did you get along?"

"I had a fine day," says Jack, "and got along very well indeed."

"Jack," says he, "show me your two hands;" and when Jack held out his
two hands, the Giant saw one of his fingers gone. He got black in the
face with rage when he saw this, and he said, "Jack, did I not warn
you on the peril of your life not to go into that stable?"

Poor Jack pleaded all he could, and said he did not mean to, but
curiosity got the best of him, and he thought he would open the door
and peep in.

Says the Giant, "No man before ever opened that stable door and lived
to tell it, and you, too, would be a dead man this minute only for one
thing. Your father's father did my father a great service once. I am
the man who never forgets a good thing, and for that service," says
he, "I give you your life and pardon this time; but if you ever do the
like again, you won't live."

Jack, he promised that surely and surely he would never do the like
again. His supper he got that night, and to bed. And at early morning
again the Giant had him up, and, "Jack," says he, "I must be off to
the other end of the world again and fight the Giant of the Four
Winds. You know your duty is to look after this house and place and
set everything in order about it, and go everywhere you like, only
don't open the stable door or go into the stable, on the peril of your
life."

"I will mind all that," says Jack.

Then that morning again the Giant visited the stable before he went
away. And after he had gone, to his work went Jack, wandering through
the house, cleaning and setting everything in order about it, and out
into the yard he went, and fixed and arranged everything out there,
except the stable. He stood before the stable door a good while this
day, and says he to himself, "I wonder how the bear and the mare are
doing, and what the Giant did when he went in to see them? I would
give a great deal to know," says he. "I will take a peep in."

Into the ring of the door he put his finger, and turned it, and looked
in, and there he saw the mare and the bear standing as on the day
before and neither of them eating. In Jack steps. "And no wonder, poor
creatures," says he, "you don't eat, when that is the way the Giant
blundered," he says, after he saw the meat before the mare and the hay
before the bear this time also.

Jack then changed the food, putting the hay before the mare and the
meat before the bear, as it should be, and very soon both the mare and
the bear were eating heartily; and then Jack went out. He closed the
door, and when he did so, his finger stuck in the ring; and pull and
struggle though Jack did, he could not get it out.

"Och, och, och," says Jack, says he, "I am a dead man to-day surely."

He whips out his knife, and cuts off his finger, and leaves it there,
and 't was there when the Giant came home that night.

"Well, Jack, my fine boy," says he, "how have you got on to-day?"

"Oh, finely, finely," says Jack, says he, holding his hands behind his
back all the same.

"Show me your hands, Jack," says the Giant, "till I see if you wash
them and keep them clean always." And when Jack showed his hands, the
Giant got black in the face with rage, and says he, "Didn't I forgive
you your life yesterday for going into that stable, and you promised
never to do it again, and here I find you out, once more?"

The Giant ranted and raged for a long time, and then says he, "Because
your father's father did my father such a good turn, I suppose I will
have to spare your life this second time; but, Jack," says he, "if you
should live for a hundred years, and spend them all in my service,
and if you should then again open that door and put your foot into my
stable that day," says he, "you will be a dead man as sure as there is
a head on you. Mind that!"

Jack, he thanked the Giant very much for sparing his life, and
promised that he never, never would again disobey him.

The next morning the Giant had Jack up early, and told him he was
going off this day to fight the Giant at the other end of the world,
and gave Jack his directions, and warned him just as on the other
days. Then he went into the stable before he went away. And when he
was gone, Jack went through all the house, and through the whole yard,
setting everything in order, and when everything was done, he stood
before the stable door.

"I wonder," says Jack, "how the poor mare and the poor bear are
getting along and what the Giant of the Hundred Hills was doing here
to-day? I should very much like," says he, "to take one wee, wee peep
in," and he opened the door.

Jack peeped in, and there the mare and the bear stood looking at each
other again, and neither of them taking a morsel. And there was the
meat before the mare and the hay before the bear, just as on the other
days.

"Poor creatures," says Jack, "it is no wonder you are not eating, and
hungry and hungry you must be." And forward he steps, and changes the
food, putting it as it should be, the hay before the mare and the meat
before the bear, and to it both of them fell.

And when he had done this, up speaks the mare, and "Poor Jack," says
she, "I am sorry for you. This night you will be killed surely; and
sorry for us, too, I am, for we will be killed as well as you."

"Oh, oh, oh!" says Jack, says he, "that is terrible. Is there nothing
we can do?"

"Only one thing," says the mare.

"What is that?" says Jack.

"It's this," says the mare; "put that saddle and bridle on me, and let
us start off and be away, far, far from this country, when the Giant
comes back." And soon Jack had the saddle and bridle on the mare, and
on her back he got to start off.

"Oh!" says the bear, speaking up, "both of you are going away to leave
me in for all the trouble."

"No," says the mare, "we will not do that. Jack," says she, "take the
chains and tie me to the bear."

Jack tied the mare to the bear with chains that were hanging by, and
then the three of them, the mare and the bear and Jack, started, and
on and on they went, as fast as they could gallop.

After a long time, says the mare: "Jack, look behind you, and see what
you can see."

Jack looked behind him, and "Oh!" says he, "I see the Giant of the
Hundred Hills coming like a raging storm. Very soon he will be on us,
and we will all three be murdered."

Says the mare, says she, "We have a chance yet. Look in my left ear,
and see what you can see;" and in her left ear Jack looked, and saw a
little chestnut.

"Throw it over your left shoulder," says the mare.

Jack threw it over his left shoulder, and that minute there arose
behind them a chestnut wood ten miles wide. On and on they went that
day and that night; and till the middle of the next day, "Jack," says
the mare, "look behind you, and see what you can see."

Jack looked behind him, and "Oh!" says he, "I see the Giant of the
Hundred Hills coming tearing after us like a harvest hurricane."

"Do you see anything strange about him, Jack?" says the mare.

"Yes," says Jack, says he, "there are as many bushes on the top of his
head, and as much fowl stuck about his feet and legs as will keep him
in firewood and flesh for years to come. We are done for this time,
entirely," says poor Jack.

"Not yet," says the mare; "there is another chance. Look into my right
ear, and see what you can see."

In the mare's right ear Jack looked, and found a drop of water.

"Throw it over your left shoulder, Jack," says the mare, "and see what
will happen."

Over his left shoulder Jack threw it, and all at once a lough sprung
up between them and the Giant that was one hundred miles wide every
way and one hundred miles deep.

"Now," says the mare, "he cannot reach us until he drinks his way
through the lough, and very likely he will drink until he bursts, and
then we shall be rid of him altogether."

Jack thanked God, and on he went. It was not long now until he reached
the borders of Scotland, and there he saw a great wood.

"Now," says the mare and the bear, "this wood must be our
hiding-place."

"And what about me?" says Jack.

"For you, Jack," says the mare, "you must push on and look for
employment. The castle of the King of Scotland is near by, and I think
you will be likely to get employment there; but first I must change
you into an ugly little hookedy-crookedy fellow, because the King of
Scotland has three beautiful daughters, and he won't take into his
service a handsome fellow like you, for fear his daughters would fall
in love with you."

Then the mare put her nostrils to Jack's breast and blew her breath
over him, and Jack was turned into an ugly little hookedy-crookedy
fellow.

"Jack," says the mare, "before you go, look into my left ear, and take
what you see there."

Out of the mare's left ear Jack took a little cap.

"Jack," says she, "that is a wishing-cap, and every time you put it on
and wish to have anything done, it will be done. Whenever you are in
any trouble," the mare says, "come back to me, and I will do what I
can for you, and now good-bye."

So Jack said good-bye to the mare and to the bear, and set off. When
he got out of the wood, he soon saw a castle, and walked up to it and
went in by the kitchen. A servant was busy scouring knives. He told
her he wanted employment. She said the King of Scotland would employ
no man in his house, so he might as well push on. But Jack insisted
that the King would give him work, and at length the girl consented to
go and let the King know.

When the girl had gone away, Jack put on his wishing-cap and wished
the knives and forks scoured, and all at once the knives and forks,
that were piled in a stack ten yards high, were scoured as brightly as
new pins; and though the King of Scotland did not want to employ him,
when he found how quickly Jack had scoured all the big stack of knives
and forks, he agreed to keep him. But first he brought down his three
daughters to see Jack, so that he could observe what impression Jack
made upon them. When they came into the kitchen and saw the ugly
little fellow, every one of the three fainted and had to be carried
out.

"It is all right," says the King; "we will surely keep you," and Jack
was employed, and sent out into the garden to work there.

Now at this time the King of the East declared war on the King of
Scotland. The King of the East had a mighty army entirely, and he
threatened to wipe the King of Scotland off the face of the earth.

The King of Scotland was very much troubled, and he consulted with his
Grand Adviser what was best to be done, and his Grand Adviser
counselled that he should at once give his three daughters in marriage
to sons of kings, and in that way get great help for the war. The King
said this was a grand idea.

So he sent out messengers to all parts of the world to say that his
three beautiful daughters were ready for marriage. In a very short
time the son of the King of Spain came and married the eldest
daughter, and the son of the King of France came and married the
second, and a whole lot of princes came looking for the youngest, who
was the most beautiful of the three and whose name was Yellow Rose;
but she would not take one of them, and for this the King ordered her
never to come into his sight, nor into company, again.

Yellow Rose got very downhearted, and spent almost all her time now
wandering in the garden, where the Hookedy-Crookedy lad was looking
after the flowers, and she used to come around again and again,
chatting to Hookedy-Crookedy. And so it was not long until he saw that
the Yellow Rose was in love with him, and he got just as deeply in
love with her, for she was a beautiful and charming girl.

The next thing the Grand Adviser counselled the King was that he
should send his two new sons-in-law, the Prince of Spain and the
Prince of France, to the Well of the World's End for bottles of
Ioca[2] to take to battle with them, that they might cure the wounded
and dead men. So the King ordered his sons-in-law to go to the Well of
the World's End and bring him back two bottles of Ioca.

[Footnote 2: Ioca was a liquid that cured all wounds and restored the
dead to life.]

The Yellow Rose told Hookedy-Crookedy this, and when he had turned it
over in his mind, he said to himself, "I will go and have a chat with
the mare and the bear about this."

So off to the woods he went, and right glad the mare and the bear were
to see him. He told them all that had happened, and then he told them
how the King's two sons-in-law were to start to the Well of the
World's End the next day, and asked the mare's advice about it.

"Well, Jack," says the mare, "I want you to go with them. Take an old
hunter in the King's stable, an old bony, skinny animal that is past
all work, and put an old straw saddle on him, and dress yourself in
the most ragged dress you can get, and join the two men on the road,
and say that you are going with them. They will be heartily ashamed of
you, Jack, and your old horse, and they will do everything to get rid
of you. When you come to the crossroads, one of them will propose to
go in and have a drink; and while you are chatting over your drink,
they will propose that the three of you separate and every one take a
road by himself to go to the Well of the World's End, and that all
three shall meet at the crossroads again, and whoever is back first
with the bottle of water is to be the greatest hero of them all. You
agree to this. When they start on their roads, they will not go many
miles till they fill their bottles from spring wells by the roadside
and hurry back to the meeting-place, and then continue on home to the
King of Scotland and give him these bottles as bottles of Ioca from
the Well of the World's End. But you will be before them. After you
have set out on the road, and when you have gone around the first
bend, put on your wishing-cap and wish for two bottles of Ioca from
the Well of the World's End, and at once you will have them." And then
the mare directed Jack fully all that he was to do after.

Jack thanked the mare, and bade good-bye to her, and went away.

The next day, when the King's two sons-in-law set out on their grand
steeds to go to the Well of the World's End, they had not gone far
when Jack, in a ragged old suit and sitting on a straw saddle on an
old white skinny horse, joined them and told them he too was going
with them for a bottle of Ioca. Right heartily ashamed were they of
Jack and ready to do anything to get rid of him.

By and by, when they came to where the road divided into three, they
proposed to have a drink, and as they set off to drink they proposed
that each take a road for himself, and whoever got back first with a
bottle of Ioca would be the greatest hero. All agreed, and each chose
his own road and set out.

When Jack had got around the first bend, he put on his wishing-cap and
wished for two bottles of Ioca from the Well of the World's End, and
no sooner had he wished than he had them; and back again he came, and
when the other two came riding up, surprised they were to find Jack
there before them. They said that Jack had not been to the Well of the
World's End and it was no Ioca he had with him, but some water from
the roadside.

Said Jack, "Take care that is not your own story. Just test them; when
the servant comes in, you cut off his head and then cure him with
water from your bottles."

But both refused to do this, for they knew the water in their bottles
could not cure anything, and they defied Jack to do it.

"Very soon I will do it," said Jack.

So when the servant came in with the bottles of Ioca, Jack drew his
sword and whipped his head off him, and in a minute's time, with two
drops from one of his bottles, he had the head on again.

Says they to Hookedy-Crookedy, "What will you take for your two
bottles?"

Says Jack, "I will take the golden balls of your marriage pledge, and
also you shall allow me to write something on your backs."

And they agreed to this. They handed over to Jack the two golden balls
that were their marriage tokens, and they let Jack write on their bare
backs; and what Jack wrote on each of them was, "This is an unlawfully
married man." Then he gave them the bottles of Ioca, and they brought
them to the King, and Jack returned to his garden again.

He did not tell the Yellow Rose where he had been and what doing, only
said he was away on a message for her father. As soon as the King got
the bottles of Ioca, he gave orders that his army should move to
battle the next day.

The next morning early Jack was over to the wood to consult the mare.
He told her what was going to happen that day. Says the mare, "Look in
my left ear, Jack, and see what you will see."

Jack looked in the mare's left ear, and took out of it a grand
soldier's dress. The mare told him to put it on and get on her back.
On he put the dress, and at once Hookedy-Crookedy was transformed into
a very handsome, dashing young fellow, and off went Jack and the mare
and the bear, the three of them, away to the war. Every one saw them,
and they admired Jack very much, he was such a handsome,
clever-looking fellow, and the word was passed on to the King about
the great Prince who was riding to the war--himself, the mare, and the
bear. The King came to see him, too, and asked him on which side he
was going to fight.

"I will strike no stroke this day," says Jack, "except on the side of
the King of Scotland."

The King thanked him very heartily, and said he was sure they would
win. So they went into the battle with Jack at their head, and Jack
struck east and west and in all directions and at every blow of his
sword the wind of his stroke tossed houses on the other side of the
world, and in a very short time the King of the East ran off, with
all his soldiers that were still left alive. Then the King of Scotland
invited Jack to come home with him, as he was going to give a great
feast in his honor, but Jack said no, he could not go.

"They don't know at home," said Jack, "where I am at all"--and neither
they did--"so I must be off to them as quickly as possible."

"Then," says the King, "the least I can do is to give you a present.
Here is a tablecloth," says he, "and every time you spread it out you
will have it covered with eating and drinking of all sorts."

Jack took it, and thanked him, and rode away. He left the mare and the
bear in their own wood, and became Hookedy-Crookedy again, and ran
back to his garden. The Yellow Rose told him of the brave soldier that
had won her father's battle that day.

"Well, well," says Jack, says he, "he must have been a grand fellow
entirely. It is a pity I was not there, but I had to go on a message
for the King."

"Poor Hookedy-Crookedy," says she, "what could you do if you were
there yourself?"

Jack went to the wood again next morning, and consulted with the mare.

"Jack," said the mare, "look in the inside of my left ear, and see
what you will see," and Jack took out of her left ear a soldier's
suit, done off with silver, the grandest ever seen, and at the mare's
advice he put the suit on, and mounted on her back, and the three of
them went off to the battle. Every one was admiring the beautiful,
dashing fellow that was riding to the battle this day, and word came
to the King, and the King came to speak to him and welcomed him
heartily.

He said, "Your brother came with us the last day we went into the
battle. Your brother is a very handsome, fine-looking fellow. What
side are you going to fight on?"

Says Jack, "I will strike no stroke on any side but yours this day."

The King thanked him very heartily, and into the battle they went
with Jack at their head, and Jack struck east and west and in all
directions, and the wind of the strokes blew down forests in the other
end of the world, and very soon the King of the East, with all his
soldiers that were still alive, drew off from the battle.

Then the King thanked Jack and invited him to his castle; where he
would give a feast in his honor. But Jack said he could not go, for
they did not know at home where he was, and they would be uneasy about
him until he reached home again.

"Then," says the King, "the least I can do for you is to give you a
present. Here is a purse, and no matter how often and how much you pay
out of it, it will never be empty."

Jack took it, and thanked him, and rode away. In the wood he left the
mare and the bear, and was again changed into Hookedy-Crookedy, and
went home to his garden. The Yellow Rose came out, and told him about
the great victory a brave and beautiful soldier, brother to the fine
fellow of the day before, had won for her father.

"Well, well," says Jack, says he, "that was very wonderful entirely. I
am sorry I was not there, but I had to be away on a message for your
father."

"But, my poor Hookedy-Crookedy," says she, "it was better so, for what
could you do?"

Three days after that the King of the East took courage to come to
battle again. The morning of the battle Jack went to the wood to
consult the mare.

"Look into my left ear, Jack, and see what you will see," and from the
mare's left ear Jack drew out a most gorgeous soldier's suit, done off
with gold braiding and ornaments of every sort. By the mare's advice
he put it on, and himself, the mare, and the bear went off to the war.

The King soon heard of the wonderfully grand fellow that was riding to
the war to-day with the mare and the bear, and he came to Jack and
welcomed him and told him how his two brothers had won the last two
victories for him. He asked Jack on what side he was going to fight.

"I will strike no stroke this day," says Jack, "only on the King of
Scotland's side."

The King thanked him heartily, and said, "We will surely win the
victory," and then into the battle they rode with Jack at their head,
and Jack struck east and west and in all directions, and the wind of
the strokes tumbled mountains at the other end of the world, and very
soon the King of the East with all his soldiers that were left alive
took to their heels and never stopped running until they went as far
as the world would let them.

Then the King came to Jack and thanked him over and over again, and
said he would never be able to repay him. He then invited him to come
to his castle, where he would give a little feast in his honour, but
Jack said they didn't know at home where he was and they would be
uneasy about him, and so he could not go with the King.

"But," says he, "I and my brothers will come to the feast with you at
any other time."

"What day will the three of you come?" said the King.

"Only one of us can leave home in one day," said Jack. "I will come to
feast with you to-morrow, and my second brother the day after, and my
third brother the day after that."

The King agreed to this and thanked him. "And now," said the King,
"let me give you a present," and he gave him a comb, such that every
time he combed his hair with it he would comb out of it bushels of
gold and silver, and it would transform the ugliest man that ever was
into the nicest and handsomest. Jack took it and thanked the King and
rode away.

On this day, as on the other two days after the battle, they cured the
dead and the wounded with the bottles of Ioca, and all were well
again. When Jack went to the wood, he left the mare and the bear in it
and became Hookedy-Crookedy again, and went home and to his garden.
The Yellow Rose came to him and had wonderful news for him this day
about the terrible grand fellow entirely, who had won the battle for
her father that day; brother to the two brave fellows who had won the
battles on the other two days.

"Well," says Jack, says he, "those must be wonderful chaps. I wish I
had been there; but I had to be away on a message for your father all
day."

"Oh, my poor Hookedy-Crookedy," says she, "it was better so, for what
could you do?"

The next day, when it was near dinner time, he went off to the wood to
the mare and the bear and got on the suit he had worn the day before
in the battle, and mounted the mare and rode for the castle, and when
he came there all the gates happened to be closed, but he put the mare
at the walls, which were nine miles high, and leaped them.

The King scolded the gate-keepers, but Jack said a trifle like that
didn't harm him or his mare. After dinner the King asked him what he
thought of his two daughters and their husbands. Jack said they were
very good and asked him if he had any more daughters in his family.

The King said he used to have another, the youngest, but she would not
consent to marry as he wished, and he had banished her out of his
sight.

Jack said he would like to see her.

The King said he never wished to let her enter company again, but he
could not refuse Jack; so the Yellow Rose was sent for.

Jack fell a-chatting with her and used all his arts to win her; and of
course, in this handsome Jack she did not recognize ugly little
Hookedy-Crookedy. He told her he had heard that she had the very bad
taste to fall in love with an ugly, crooked, wee fellow in her
father's garden.

"I am a handsome fellow, and a rich prince," says Jack, "and I will
give you myself and all I possess if you will only say you will accept
me."

She was highly insulted, and she showed him that very quickly. She
said, "I won't sit here and hear the man I love abused," and she got
up to leave.

"Well," says Jack, "I admire your spirit; but before you go," says he,
"let me make you a little present," and he handed her a tablecloth.
"There," says he, "if you marry Hookedy-Crookedy, as long as you have
this tablecloth, you will never want eating and drinking of the
best."

The other two sisters grabbed to get the tablecloth from her but Jack
put out his hands and pushed them back.

At dinner time the next day Jack came in the dress in which he had
gone into the second battle, and with the mare he cleared the walls as
on the day before.

The King was enraged at the gate-keepers and began to scold them, but
Jack laughed at them and said a trifle like that was nothing to him or
his mare.

After dinner was over the King asked what he thought of his two
daughters and their husbands.

Jack said they were very good, and asked him if he had any more
daughters in his family.

The King said, "I have no more except one who won't do as I wish and
who has fallen in love with an ugly, crooked, wee fellow in my garden,
and I ordered her never to come into my sight."

But Jack said he would very much like to see her.

The King said that on Jack's account he would break his vow and let
her come in. So the Yellow Rose was brought in, and Jack fell to
chatting with her. He did all he could to make her fall in love with
him, and told her of all his great wealth and possessions and offered
himself to her, and said if she only would marry him she should live
in ease and luxury and happiness all the days of her life, as she
never could do with Hookedy-Crookedy.

But Yellow Rose got very angry, and said: "I won't sit here and listen
to such things," and she got up to leave the room.

"Well," says Jack, "I admire your spirit, and before you go let me
make you a little present."

So he handed her a purse. "Here," says he, "is a purse, and all the
days yourself and Hookedy-Crookedy live you will never want for money,
for that purse will never be empty."

Her sisters made a grab to snatch it from her, but Jack shoved them
back, and went out. And Jack rode away with the mare after dinner and
left her in the wood.

When he came back to his garden he always came in the
Hookedy-Crookedy shape and always pretended he had been off on a
message for the King.

The third day he went to the wood again. He dressed in the suit in
which he had gone to the first battle, and when he came back he went
to the castle and cleared the walls, and when the King scolded the
gate-keepers Jack told him never to mind, as that was a small trifle
to him and his mare.

A very grand dinner indeed Jack had this day, and when they chatted
after dinner the King asked him how he liked his two daughters and
their husbands.

He said he liked them very well, and asked him if he had any more
daughters in his family.

The King said no, except one foolish one who wouldn't do as he wished,
and who had fallen in love with an ugly, crooked, wee fellow in his
garden, and she was never to come within his sight again.

Says Jack, "I would like to see that girl."

The King said he could not refuse Jack any request he made; so he sent
for the Yellow Rose. When she came in, Jack fell into chat with her,
and did his very, very best to make her fall in love with him. But it
was of no use. He told her of all his wealth and all his grand
possessions, and said if she would marry him she should own all these,
and all the days she should live she should be the happiest woman in
the wide world, but if she married Hookedy-Crookedy, he said, she
would never be free from want and hardships, besides having an ugly
husband.

If the Yellow Rose was in a rage on the two days before, she was in a
far greater rage now. She said she wouldn't sit there to listen. She
told Jack that Hookedy-Crookedy was in her eyes a far more handsome
and beautiful man than he or than any king's son she had ever seen.
She said to Jack, that if he were ten times as handsome and a hundred
times as wealthy, she wouldn't give Hookedy-Crookedy's little finger
for himself or for all his wealth and possessions, and then she got up
to leave the room.

"Well," says Jack, says he, "I admire your spirit very much and," says
he, "I would like to make you a little present. Here is a comb," he
said, "and it will comb out of your hair a bushel of gold and a bushel
of silver every time you comb with it, and, besides," says he, "it
will make handsome the ugliest man that ever was."

When the other sisters heard this they rushed to snatch the comb from
her, but Jack threw them backwards so very roughly that their husbands
sprang at him. With a back switch of his two hands Jack knocked the
husbands down senseless. The King flew into a rage, and said, "How
dare you do that to the two finest and bravest men of this world?"

"Fine and brave, indeed!" said Jack. "One and the other are worthless
creatures, and not even your lawful sons-in-law."

"How dare you say that?" says the King.

"Strip their backs where they lie and see for yourself." And there the
King saw written, "An unlawfully married man."

"What is the meaning of this?" says the King. "They were lawfully
married to my two daughters, and they have the golden tokens of the
marriage."

Jack drew out from his pocket the golden balls and handed them to the
King, and said, "It is I who have the tokens."

The Yellow Rose had gone off to the garden in the middle of all this.
Jack made the King sit down, and told him all his story, and how he
came by the golden balls. He told him how he was Hookedy-Crookedy, and
that it reflected a great deal of honour on his youngest daughter that
she whom the King thought so worthless should refuse to give up
Hookedy-Crookedy for the one she thought a wealthy prince. The King,
you may be sure, was now highly delighted to grant him all he desired.
A couple of drops of Ioca brought the King's two sons-in-law to their
senses again, and at Jack's request, they were ordered to go and live
elsewhere. Jack went off, left his mare in the wood, and came into the
garden as Hookedy-Crookedy. He told the Yellow Rose he had been
gathering bilberries.

"Oh," says she, "I have something grand for you. Let me comb your hair
with this comb."

Hookedy-Crookedy put his head in her lap, and she combed out a bushel
of gold and silver; and when he stood up again, she saw
Hookedy-Crookedy no more, but instead the beautiful prince that had
been trying to win her in her father's drawing-room for the last three
days; and then and there to her Jack told his whole story, and it's
Yellow Rose who was the delighted girl.

With little delay they were married. The wedding lasted a year and a
day, and there were five hundred fiddlers, five hundred fluters and a
thousand fifers at it, and the last day was better than the first.

Shortly after the marriage, Jack and his bride were out walking one
day. A beautiful young woman crossed their path. Jack addressed her,
but she gave him a very curt reply.

"Your manners are not so handsome as your looks," said Jack to her.

"And bad as they are, they are better than your memory,
Hookedy-Crookedy," says she.

"What do you mean?" says Jack.

She led Jack aside, and she told him, "I am the mare who was so good
to you. I was condemned to that shape for a number of years, and now
my enchantment is over. I had a brother who was enchanted into a bear,
and whose enchantment is over now also. I had hopes," she says, "that
some day you would be my husband, but I see," she says, "that you
quickly forgot all about me. No matter now," she says; "I couldn't
wish you a better and handsomer wife than you have got. Go home to
your castle, and be happy and live prosperous. I shall never see you,
and you will never see me again."




_Arndt's Night Underground_


It was on a dreary winter's night, just such a one as it may be
now--only you cannot see it for your closed shutters and
curtains--that two children were coming home from their daily work,
for their parents were poor, and Arndt and Reutha had already to use
their little hands in labour. They were very tired, and as they came
across the moor the wind blew in their faces, and the distant roaring
of the Baltic sea, on whose shore they lived, sounded gloomy and
terrible.

"Dear Arndt, let me sit down and rest for a minute, I can go no
farther," said Reutha, as she sank down on a little mound that seemed
to rise up invitingly, with its shelter of bushes, from the midst of
the desolate moor.

The elder brother tried to encourage his little sister, as all kind
brothers should do; he even tried to carry her a little way; but she
was too heavy for him, and they went back to the mound. Just then the
moon came out, and the little hillock looked such a nice
resting-place, that Reutha longed more than ever to stay. It was not a
cold night, so Arndt was not afraid; and at last he wrapped his sister
up in her woollen cloak, and she sat down.

"I will just run a little farther and try if I can see the light in
father's window," said Arndt. "You will not be afraid, Reutha?"

"Oh, no! I am never afraid."

"And you will not go to sleep?"

"Not I," said Reutha; and all the while she rubbed her eyes to keep
them open, and leaned her head against a branch which seemed to her as
soft and inviting as a pillow.

Arndt went a little way, until he saw the light which his father
always placed so as to guide the children over the moor. Then he felt
quite safe and at home, and went back cheerfully to his sister.

Reutha was not there! Beside the little mound and among the bushes did
poor Arndt search in terror, but he could not find his sister. He
called her name loudly--there was no answer. Not a single trace of her
could be found; and yet he had not been five minutes away.

"Oh! what shall I do?" sobbed the boy; "I dare not go home without
Reutha!" And there for a long time did Arndt sit by the hillock,
wringing his hands and vainly expecting that his sister would hear him
and come back. At last there passed by an old man, who travelled about
the country selling ribbons and cloths.

"How you are grown since I saw you last, my little fellow!" said the
man. "And where is your sister Reutha?"

Arndt burst into tears, and told his friend of all that had happened
that night. The peddler's face grew graver and graver as the boy told
him it was on this very spot that he lost his little sister.

"Arndt," whispered he, "did you ever hear of the Hill-men? It is they
who have carried little Reutha away."

And then the old man told how in his young days he had heard strange
tales of this same moor; for that the little mound was a fairy-hill,
where the underground dwarfs lived, and where they often carried off
young children to be their servants, taking them under the hill, and
only leaving behind their shoes. "For," said the peddler, "the
Hill-people are very particular, and will make all their servants wear
beautiful glass shoes instead of clumsy leather."

So he and Arndt searched about the hill, and there, sure enough, they
found Reutha's tiny shoes hidden under the long grass. At this her
brother's tears burst forth afresh.

"Oh! what shall I do to bring back my poor sister? The Hill-men and
women will kill her!"

"No," said the old man, "they are very good little people, and they
live in a beautiful palace underground. Truly, you will never see
Reutha again, for they will keep her with them a hundred years; and
when she comes back you will be dead and buried, while she is still a
beautiful child."

And then, to comfort the boy, the peddler told him wonderful stories
of the riches and splendour of the Hill-people, how that sometimes
they had been seen dancing at night on the mounds, and how they wore
green caps, which, if any mortal man could get possession of, the
dwarfs were obliged to serve him and obey him in everything. All this
Arndt drank in with eager ears; and when the peddler went away he sat
a long time thinking.

"I will do it," at last he said aloud. "I will try to get my dear
Reutha safe back again."

And the boy stole noiselessly to the mound which the Hill-men were
supposed to inhabit. He hid himself among the surrounding bushes, and
there he lay in the silence and darkness, his young heart beating
wildly, and only stilled by one thought that lay ever there, that of
the lost Reutha. At last a sudden brightness flashed upon the boy's
eyes; it could not be the moon, for she had long set. No; but it was a
sight more glorious than Arndt had ever dreamed of.

The grassy hill opened, and through this aperture the boy saw a palace
underground, glittering with gold and gems. The Hill-men danced about
within it, dressed like tiny men and women. Arndt thought how
beautiful they were, though they seemed no bigger than his own baby
sister of six months old. One by one they rose out of the opening, and
gambolled on the snow-covered mound; but wherever they trod flowers
sprang up, and the air grew light and warm as summer. After a while
they ceased dancing and began ball-playing, tossing their little green
caps about in great glee. And lo and behold! one of these wonderful
caps, being tossed farther than usual, lighted on the very forehead of
the peeping boy!

In a moment he snatched it and held it fast, with a cry of triumph.
The light faded--the scene vanished--only Arndt heard a small weak
voice whispering, humbly and beseechingly in his ear.

"Please, noble gentleman, give me my cap again."

"No, no, good Hill-man," answered the courageous boy; "you have got
my little sister, and I have got your cap, which I shall keep."

"I will give you a better cap for it--all gold and jewels--oh, so
beautiful!" said the Hill-man, persuasively.

"I will not have it. What good would it do me? No, no, I am your
master, good dwarf, as you very well know, and I command you to take
me down in the hill with you, for I want to see Reutha."

There shone a dim light on the grass, like a glowworm, and then Arndt
saw the elfin mound open again; but this time the palace looked like a
dim, gloomy staircase. On the top stair stood the little Hill-man,
holding the glowworm lamp, and making many low bows to his new master.
Arndt glanced rather fearfully down the staircase; but then he thought
of Reutha, and his love for her made him grow bold. He took upon
himself a lordly air, and bade his little servant lead the way.

The Hill-man took him through beautiful galleries, and halls, and
gardens, until the boy's senses were intoxicated with these lovely
things. Every now and then he stopped, and asked for Reutha: but then
there was always some new chamber to be seen, or some dainty banquet
to be tasted; until, by degrees, Arndt's memory of his little sister
grew dimmer, and he revelled in the delights of the fairy palace hour
after hour. When night came--if so it could be called in that lovely
place, where night was only day shadowed over and made more
delicious--the boy felt himself lulled by sweet music to a soft
dreaminess, which was all the sleep that was needed in that fairy
paradise.

Thus, day after day passed in all gay delights, the elfin people were
the merriest in the world, and they did all their little master
desired. And Arndt knew not that while they surrounded him with
delights it was only to make him forget his errand. But one day, when
the boy lay on a green dell in the lovely fairy-garden, he heard a
low, wailing song, and saw a troop of little mortal children at work
in the distance. Some were digging ore, and others making jewellery,
while a few stood in the stream that ran by, beating linen, as it
seemed. And among these poor little maidens, who worked so hard and
sang so mournfully, was his own sister Reutha.

"No one cares for me," she murmured; and her song had in it a
plaintive sweetness, very different from the way in which the little
Danish maiden spoke on earth. "Reutha is alone--her hands are sore
with toil--her feet bleed--but no one pities her. Arndt sleeps in
gorgeous clothes, while Reutha toils in rags. Arndt is the
master--Reutha is the slave! Poor Reutha is quite alone!"

Even amidst the spells of fairyland that voice went to the brother's
heart. He called the Hill-people, and bade them bring Reutha to him.
Then he kissed her, and wept over her, and dressed her in his own
beautiful robes, while the Hill-men dared not interfere. Arndt took
his sister by the hand, and said--

"Now, let us go; we have stayed long enough. Good Hill-man, you shall
have your cap again when you have brought Reutha and me to our own
father's door."

But the Hill-man shook his tiny head, and made his most obsequious
bow. "Noble master, anything but this! This little maid we found
asleep on our hill, and she is ours for a hundred years."

Here Arndt got into a passion; for, convinced of the power the little
green cap gave him over the dwarfs, he had long lost all fear of them.
He stamped with his foot until the little man leaped up a yard high,
and begged his master to be more patient.

"How dare you keep my sister? you ugly little creatures!" cried the
boy, his former pleasant companion becoming at once hateful to him.
But the Hill-people only gave him gentle answers; until at last he
grew ashamed of being so angry with such tiny creatures. They led him
to a palace, more beautiful than any he had yet seen, and showed him
pearls and diamonds heaped up in basketfuls.

"You shall take all these away with you, noble sir!" said his little
servant. "They will make you a rich man all the days of your life, and
you will live in a palace as fine as ours. Is not that far better than
having a poor helpless sister to work for?"

But Arndt caught a glimpse of Reutha, as she sat outside; weeping--she
dared not enter with him--and he kicked the baskets over, and
scattered the jewels like so many pebbles.

"Keep all your treasures, and give me my sister!" cried he.

Then the Hill-man tried him with something else. Arndt was a very
handsome boy and everybody had told him so, until he was rather vain.
Many a time, when he worked in the field, he used to look at himself
in a clear, still pool, and think how golden his hair was, and how
lithe and graceful his figure. Now the Hill-man knew all this; and so
he led the boy to a crystal mirror and showed him his own beautiful
form, set off with every advantage of rich dress. And then, by fairy
spells, Arndt saw beside it the image of the little peasant as he was
when he entered the hill.

"Think how different!" whispered the dwarf. He breathed on the mirror,
and the boy saw himself as he would be when he grew up--a
hard-working, labouring man; and opposite, the semblance of a young,
graceful nobleman, whose face was the same which the stream had often
told him was his own.

"We can make thee always thus handsome. Choose which thou wilt be,"
murmured the tempting voice.

The boy hesitated; but the same moment came that melancholy voice--"My
brother is rich, and I am poor; he is clad in silk, and I in rags.
Alas, for me!"

"It shall not be!" cried the noble boy. "I will go out of this place
as poor as I came; but I will take Reutha with me. I will work all the
days of my life; but Reutha shall not stay here. Hill-people! I want
none of your treasures; but I command you to give me my sister, and
let us go!"

Arndt folded his arms around Reutha, and walked with her through all
the gorgeous rooms, the Hill-men and women following behind, and
luring him with their sweetest songs and most bewitching smiles. But
Reutha's voice and Reutha's smile had greatest power of all over her
brother's heart.

They climbed the gloomy staircase, and stood at the opening in the
hillock. Then the little Hill-man appealed once more to his master--

"Noble gentleman! remember, a life of labour with Reutha or one of
continual pleasure alone! Think again!"

"No, not for a moment," said Arndt, as he felt the breezes of earth
playing on his cheek. How sweet they were, even after the fragrant
airs of elfin-land!

"At least, kind master, give me my cap!" piteously implored the
Hill-man.

"Take it; and good-bye for evermore!" cried Arndt, as he clasped his
sister in his arms and leaped out. The chasm closed, and the two
children found themselves lying in a snow-drift, with the gray dawn of
a winter's morning just breaking over them.

"Where have you been all night, my children?" cried the anxious
mother, as they knocked at the door.

Had it, indeed, been only a single night, the months that seemed to
have passed while they were under the hill? They could not tell, for
they were now like all other children, and their wisdom learned in
fairyland had passed away. It seemed only a dream, save that the
brother and sister loved each other better than ever, and so they
continued to do as long as they lived.




_The Unicorn_


Fritz, Franz, and Hans were charcoal-burners. They lived with their
mother in the depths of a forest, where they very seldom saw the face
of another human being. Hans, the youngest, did not remember ever
having lived anywhere else, but Fritz and Franz could just call to
mind sunny meadows, in which they played as little children, plucking
the flowers and chasing the butterflies. Indeed, Fritz was able to
compare the present state of miserable poverty in which they lived
with the ease and comfort they had enjoyed in years gone by.

Once upon a time they were well off. They had enough to eat every day;
they lived in a comfortable house, surrounded by a nice garden, and
with plenty of kind neighbours around them. Then came a change. Their
father lost his money and was forced to leave this pleasant home, and
to earn bread for his family by becoming a charcoal-burner. Everything
now became different. Their house was a poor hut, composed of a few
logs of wood knocked roughly together. Dry black bread with,
occasionally, a few potatoes and lentils, and now and then, as a great
treat, a little porridge, formed their food. And to secure even this
they had to work hard from morning till night at their grimy trade.
But their father was brave and patient, and, while he was alive, the
wolf was kept some distance from the door. Besides, he could always
put some heart into the boys when they began to flag, by a joke or a
pleasant story. But he had died a year ago, owing to an accident he
met with while chopping wood for the furnace, and since his death
matters had been going from bad to worse with the family.

Fritz and Franz were, unfortunately, selfish, ill-conditioned lads,
who made the worst instead of the best of their troubles, and who
even grudged their mother and brother their share of the food. Hans,
on the other hand, was a capital fellow. He always had a cheerful
smile or word, and did all in his power to help his mother to keep in
good spirits. One day, at dinner time, they were startled by a knock
at the door. A knock at the door does not seem to us, perhaps, to be a
very startling thing, but they, as I said, so seldom saw a strange
face near their home that this knock at the door quite took away their
breath. When it came, Fritz and Franz were sitting over the fire
munching their last piece of black bread, and grumbling to each other
as was their custom, while Hans, seated on the bed beside his mother,
was telling her about what he saw and what he fancied when he was in
the forest. Fritz was the first to recover himself, and he growled
out, in his usual surly tone, "Come in." The door opened, and a
gentleman entered. From his green dress, the gun that he carried in
his hand, and the game-bag slung by his side, they saw that he was a
huntsman, who had been amusing himself with shooting the game with
which the forest abounded.

"Good morning, good friends," he said, in a cheerful tone. "Could you
provide me with a cup of water and a mouthful of something to eat? I
have forgotten to bring anything with me, and am ravenously hungry,
and far from home."

Fritz and Franz first threw a scowling glance from under their
eyebrows at the stranger by way of reply, then gave a grunt, and
continued munching at their hunks of bread. Hans, however, was more
polite. The only seats in the hut were occupied by Fritz and Franz,
and as they showed no disposition to move, Hans dragged a log of wood
from a corner and placed it before the visitor, and invited him to sit
down. Then he produced a cup, scrupulously clean indeed, but sadly
cracked and chipped, and, running outside, he filled it from a spring
of delicious, cool water, which rose near the hut. As he had been busy
talking to his mother, he had had no time to eat his share of the
black bread, and so he handed his coarse crust to the stranger, saying
he was sorry that there was nothing better to offer him.

"Thank you," said the stranger, courteously. "Hunger is the best
sauce. There is no lunch I like so well as this." And he set to work
with such a good will that, in a very short time, poor Hans's crust
had vanished, and there was nothing left before the stranger but a few
crumbs of bread on the table, and a few drops of water in the cup.
These he kneaded carelessly together into a little pellet, about the
size of a pea, while Hans told him, in answer to his questions, all
about their lonely life in the forest, and the hardships which they
had to endure.

When the stranger rose to go he said, "Well, I thank you heartily for
your hospitality--now I will give you a word of advice. One of you
lads should go and seek the sparkling golden water, which turns
everything it touches into gold."

Fritz and Franz pricked up their ears at this, and both at once
demanded where this sparkling golden water was to be found. The
stranger turned toward them, courteously, although these were the
first words they had spoken since his entrance, and replied:

"The sparkling golden water is to be found in the forest of dead
trees, on the farther side of those blue mountains, which you may see
on any clear day in the far distance. It is a three weeks' journey on
foot from here."

Then, bowing to his hosts, he stepped toward the door. Hans, however,
was there first, and opened it for him. Obeying a sign from the
stranger, Hans followed him a little way from the hut. Then the
stranger, taking from his pocket the little black bread pellet, said,
"I know, because you gave me your dinner, that you will have to go
hungry. I have no money to offer you, but here is something that will
be of far greater value to you than money. Keep this pellet carefully,
and when you seek the sparkling golden water, as I know you will,
don't forget to bring it with you. Now go back: you must follow me no
farther." So saying, the stranger waved his hand to Hans, and,
plunging into the thicket, disappeared. Hans slipped the pellet into
his pocket and re-entered the hut, where he found his brothers in loud
dispute about the sparkling golden water. They were much too
interested in the matter to pay any attention to Hans or to ask him,
as he was afraid they would, whether the stranger had given him any
money before he left. As he came in, he heard Fritz saying in a loud
voice:

"I'm the eldest, and I will go first to get the sparkling golden
water. When I've got it I will buy all the land hereabouts and become
Count. I will hunt every day, and have lots of good wine; and
sometimes, if I'm passing near here, I'll just look in to see how you
all are, and to show you my fine clothes, and horses, and dogs, and
servants." Fritz was, for him, almost gracious at the bright prospect
before him.

"I don't care whether you're the eldest or not," growled Franz,
stubbornly, "I shall go, too, to find the sparkling golden water. When
I've found it I will buy the Burgomaster's office, and live in his
house in the town yonder, and wear his fur robes and gold chain; and,
best of all, walk at the head of all the grand processions. None of
your wild hunting for me--give me ease and comfort."

At last it was decided, after a great deal of squabbling, that Fritz
as the eldest should go first in search of the sparkling golden water,
and accordingly next day he set out. Hans ventured to hint that the
first thing to be done with this sparkling golden water when it was
found should be to provide a comfortable home for their mother, but
Fritz's only answer to this was a blow, and an angry order to Hans to
mind his own business.

We cannot follow Fritz all the way on his journey. As he had no money
he was forced to beg at the doors of the cottages and farmhouses which
he passed, for food and shelter for the night. Now, this proved to be
rather hard work, because nobody very much liked his looks or his
manner; and people only gave him spare scraps now and then in order to
get him to go away as soon as possible. However, he found himself, at
last, approaching the forest of dead trees. He knew that it was the
forest, although there was nobody there to tell him so. He had not, in
fact, seen any human being for the last three days, but he felt that
he could not be mistaken. A vast forest of enormous trees lifted
leafless, sapless branches to the sky, and every breath of wind
rattled them together like the bones of a skeleton. When he was about
twenty yards from the forest a terrible sound came from it. It was as
though a thousand horses were neighing and screaming all at once.
Fritz's heart stood still. He wanted to run away, but his legs refused
to move. As he stood there, shaking and quaking, there rushed out of
the forest a huge unicorn with a spiral golden horn on his forehead.

"What seek you here?" asked the unicorn, in a voice of thunder. Fritz
stammered out that he sought the sparkling golden water.

"What want you with the sparkling golden water, which is in my
charge?" thundered the unicorn.

Fritz was almost too frightened to speak. He fell on his knees, put up
his hands, and cried: "Oh, good Mr. Unicorn, oh, kind Mr. Unicorn,
pray don't hurt me!"

The unicorn stamped furiously on the ground with his right forefoot.
"Say this instant," he cried, "what it is that you want with the
sparkling golden water!"

"I want to get money to buy land and become a Count," Fritz was just
able to gasp out. The unicorn said nothing; he simply lowered his
head, and with his golden horn tossed Fritz three hundred and
forty-five feet in the air. Up went Fritz like a sky-rocket, and down
he came like its stick, turning somersaults all the way. Fortunately
for him, his fall was broken by the branches of one of the dead trees.
If it had not been for this he would probably have been seriously
hurt. Through these branches he crashed until he reached the point
where they joined the trunk. The tree was hollow here, and Fritz
tumbled down to the bottom of the trunk and found himself a prisoner.
While he was feeling his arms and legs, to find out if any bones were
broken or not, he had the satisfaction of hearing the unicorn, as he
trotted back into the forest, muttering, loud enough for his words to
pierce the bark and wood of Fritz's prison:--

"So much for you and your Countship!"

Fritz tried to get out, but in vain. The tree was too smooth and
slippery and high for him to be able to clamber up, and he only hurt
himself every time he attempted to escape. There was nothing for it,
then, but for him to lie down and howl. He had to satisfy his hunger
as best he might, by eating the stray worms and woodlice and fungi,
which he found creeping, crawling, and growing round about the roots
of the tree. We will leave him there for the present and return to the
others.

Franz, Hans, and their mother waited and waited for Fritz to come
back. Hans and his mother could not believe it possible that, when he
had secured the sparkling golden water, he would leave them in their
poverty. Franz, on the other hand, judging Fritz by himself, thought
that nothing was more likely. And Franz was most probably right. Six
weeks was the shortest time in which Fritz could be home again.
"Unless," said Hans, "he buys a horse and rides back, as he will be
very well able to do when he has got the sparkling golden water." But
six weeks passed, and two months, and three months, and no Fritz,
either on horseback or afoot. Then Franz's patience came to an end. He
must needs go, too.

"I won't wait here starving any longer," said he; "Fritz has forgotten
all about us. I'll get the sparkling golden water and become
Burgomaster." So off he set, following the same road as Fritz, and
meeting with much the same difficulties. They were, however, rather
greater in his case than in his brother's. Folk remembered the
ill-conditioned Fritz only too well, and Franz was so like him in
looks and manner, that they shut the door in his face the moment he
appeared, and ran upstairs and called out from the top windows of
their houses, "Go away! There's nothing for you here. The big dog's
loose in the yard. Go away, charcoal-burner."

However, by dint of perseverance, in which to say the truth he was not
lacking, Franz, very hungry and sulky, reached the verge of the forest
of dead trees. Out came the unicorn and asked his business. On Franz
replying that he wanted the sparkling golden water in order to buy the
house and post of Burgomaster, the unicorn tossed him into the air,
and he tumbled into the same tree as Fritz. Then the unicorn trotted
back into the forest, muttering, for Franz's benefit: "So much for you
and your Burgomastership!"

When Fritz and Franz found themselves thus closely confined in the
same prison, they, instead of making the best of each other's company,
as sensible brothers would have done, fell to quarrelling and
fighting, until at last neither would speak to the other, and that
state of sulky silence they maintained all the time of their
captivity.

The months passed by, but no news came to Hans and his mother of Fritz
and Franz. Meanwhile Hans found that it became daily more difficult
for him to earn enough money to support two people. Moreover, he saw
that his mother was growing weaker, and he feared that she would die
unless she had proper food and nourishment. At last he said:

"Mother, if there were only some one to take care of you, I would go
in search of Fritz and Franz. You may be sure they have got the
sparkling golden water by this time. They would never refuse me a few
guldern, if I were to ask them and tell them how ill you are."

But Hans's mother did not at all like the idea of his leaving her, and
she begged and prayed him not to go. He felt obliged, therefore, to
submit, and stayed on for a little longer, until at last even his
mother saw that they must either starve or do as Hans suggested. Most
fortunately at this time there dropped in to see them another
charcoal-burner, whom Hans used to call "Uncle Stoltz," although he
was no uncle at all, but only a good-natured neighbour and an old
friend of Hans's father. Uncle Stoltz strongly urged the mother to let
her boy go in search of his brothers, adding, although he was nearly
as poor as they were themselves:

"You come and live with me and my wife. While we have a crust to
divide you shan't want."

So Hans's mother gave a reluctant consent, and went to live with Uncle
Stoltz, while Hans went out in search of his brothers. By making
inquiries he easily found the road which they had taken, but nobody
ever thought of shutting the door in his face. On the contrary, his
polite manners and cheerful looks made him a welcome guest at every
cottage and farmstead at which he stopped. At last he, too, found
himself on the verge of the forest of dead trees and face to face with
the golden-horned unicorn. But Hans was not to be frightened as his
brothers had been by the terrible voice and awe-striking appearance of
the guardian of the fountain. In reply to the usual question, given in
the usual tone of thunder: "What seek you here?" Hans replied, coolly,
"I seek my brothers, Fritz and Franz."

"They are where you will never find them," said the unicorn, "so go
home again."

"If I cannot find my brothers," said Hans, firmly, "I will not go home
without the sparkling golden water."

"What want you with the sparkling golden water, which is in my
charge?" asked the unicorn, in his terrible voice.

"I want to buy food and wine and comforts for my mother; who is very
ill," answered Hans, undaunted. But his eyes filled with tears as he
thought of his mother.

The unicorn spoke more gently.

"Have you," he asked, "the crystal ball? Because without it I cannot
allow you to pass to the sparkling golden water."

"The crystal ball!" echoed Hans. "I never heard of such a thing."

"That's a pity," said the unicorn, gravely; "I'm afraid you will have
to go home without the water; but, stay, feel in your pockets. You may
have had the ball, and put it somewhere, and have forgotten all about
it."

Hans smiled at the idea of the crystal ball lying, unknown to him, in
his pockets, but he followed the suggestion of the unicorn; and found,
as he knew he should find, nothing at all, except, indeed, the pellet
of black bread which the stranger-huntsman had given him, and which he
had not thought of from that day to this. "No," he said to the
unicorn, "I have nothing in my pocket, except this pellet," and he was
about to throw it away when the unicorn called out to him to stop.

"Let me see it," he said. "Why," he went on, "this is the crystal
ball--look!"

Hans did look, and sure enough he found in his hand a tiny globe of
crystal. He examined it with amazement. "Well," he said, "all I know
is that a second ago it was a black-bread pellet."

"That may be," said the unicorn, carelessly; "anyhow, it is a crystal
ball now, and the possession of it makes me your servant. It is my
duty to carry you to the fountain of sparkling golden water, if you
wish to go. Have you brought a flask with you?"

"No," said Hans. "Fritz took the only flask we had, and Franz an old
bottle."

"Fritz, eh? Well, follow me a little way." So saying, the unicorn led
Hans to the tree in which his brothers were imprisoned and, motioning
him to be silent, cried out:

"Ho! Master Count, throw out the flask you have with you, if you
please: it is wanted."

"'Shan't," growled Fritz's voice in reply, "unless you promise to let
me out."

"Oh, you won't, won't you?" said the unicorn; "well, we'll see."

With that he drew back a few steps, and then, running forward, thrust
his sharp horn into the side of the hollow trunk from which Fritz's
voice had issued. A loud yell came from the spot, showing that the
horn had run into some tender part of Fritz's body, and at the same
instant, the flask appeared flying out of the hole in the tree by
which Fritz and Franz had entered.

"That's right," said the unicorn, "now we shall do comfortably. Get on
my back, grasp my mane tightly, hold your breath, and shut your eyes."

"If you please," said Hans, "will you set Fritz and Franz free first?"

The unicorn looked annoyed. "They are doing very well there," he said;
"why should you disturb them? But you're my master, and I must do as
you please. Only, take my word, you will be sorry for this afterward."

With that he went to the tree and, with one or two powerful blows with
his horn, made a hole large enough for the unhappy prisoners to creep
out. Two more sheepish, miserable wretches than those half-starved
brothers of his, Hans had never seen. They fell at his feet and
thanked him again and again for delivering them. They promised never
to do anything unkind or selfish again, and each assured Hans that he
had always liked him far more than he had liked the other brother.

Their protestations of affection rather disgusted Hans, only, as he
was a good-hearted boy himself, he could not help being moved by them.
He then told his brothers in what state he had left his mother, and
how he was to be taken by the unicorn to get the sparkling golden
water.

"Oh!" cried the brothers, "can't you take us, too?"

The unicorn thought it time to interfere. "No one can be taken there,
but the owner of the crystal ball," he said. "Come, master, it is time
for you to mount."

Hans clambered nimbly into his seat on the unicorn's back. "Wait for
me here," he called out to his brothers. "I shall not be long." Then
Hans shut his eyes, held his breath, and grasped the unicorn tightly
by the mane. It was as well that he did so, for the unicorn gave a
bound that carried him over the tops of the highest trees, and would
certainly have thrown him off unless he had been very firmly seated.
Three such bounds did he take, and then he paused and said to Hans,
"Now you may open your eyes." Hans found himself in a desolate, rocky
valley, without a trace of vegetation--unless the forest of dead
trees, which clothed the valley on every side, might be taken as
vegetation. In the midst of the valley there sprang up a fountain of
water, which sparked with such intense brilliancy that Hans was unable
at first to look upon it.

"There, master," said the unicorn, turning his head, "this is the
fountain of sparkling golden water. Dismount, and fill your flask. But
take care that you do not allow your hand to touch the water. If it
does it will be turned into gold, and will never become flesh and
blood again."

Hans slipped from his seat and, flask in hand, approached the
fountain. The ground on which he walked was sand, but as he drew
nearer the fountain, he noticed that the sand kept growing brighter
until he felt that he was walking upon what he guessed rightly to be
veritable gold dust Hans thrust a handful of this dust into his
pocket, and also one or two moderate-sized stones that he found,
which, like the sand, had been changed, by the spray coming from the
fountain, into pure gold. He tried to be as careful as possible in
filling the flask; but, notwithstanding all his care, the top joint of
his little finger touched the water, and in an instant became gold.
However, he had his flask full of sparkling golden water, the flask
itself now, of course, golden, and he felt that the top joint of his
little finger was a small price to pay for all this.

"Now, master," said the unicorn when Hans got back, "do you still
intend to return to those brothers of yours? Or shall I put you out of
the forest at some other point?"

"Certainly," replied Hans; "I intend to return to them. You heard them
say how sorry they were for all the unkindness they had shown to my
mother and me. I know they mean to do better for the future. Besides,
I promised them to come back."

The unicorn said nothing, but grunted in a discouraging manner, and
motioned to Hans to get on his back. When he was seated the unicorn
said:

"Since this is your wish, you must have it. I have, however, three
pieces of advice to give you. On your way home your brothers will
offer to carry the flask--do not let them do so; also do not let them
get behind you for a moment; and thirdly, guard the crystal ball with
the utmost care. I can't go with you beyond the verge of the forest of
dead trees. One visit, and only one, is permitted to the fountain. You
therefore can never come here again. But if ever you need me sorely,
crush the crystal ball, and I will be with you. Now shut your eyes, we
must be off."

Three bounds brought them to the side of Fritz and Franz; and Hans
having thanked the unicorn warmly for his kindness, the three brothers
began to retrace their steps homeward. Now, during Hans's absence at
the fountain, Fritz and Franz had been devising how they might rob him
of the flask of sparkling golden water.

"It is disgusting," they said to one another, "that this wretched
little Hans should beat us both. He will only waste the water in
buying things for his mother, while it would make us Count and
Burgomaster."

As soon, therefore, as they were out of sight of the unicorn, Fritz
and Franz begged and prayed Hans to allow one of them to carry the
flask.

"You've had all the trouble of getting the water," they said; "we
ought at least to be allowed the honour of helping you carry it.
Besides, are we not your servants now that you are so rich? It is not
suitable for you to do all the work." But Hans remembered the
unicorn's words, and held firmly to his flask.

"No," he said, "thank you; but I'll carry it myself." Then Fritz and
Franz pretended to get sulky and tried to drop behind, but Hans would
not allow this, either. The consequence was that the three made very
slow progress homeward. Toward the evening they came to a deep stream,
which they had to re-cross. It was only fordable at one point, as they
all knew, because they had, of course, already crossed it before. Hans
stood aside to allow Fritz and Franz to go on first, but each of them
went in a little way, and ran back, saying that they were afraid of
being drowned.

"What nonsense," said Hans, who was getting a little impatient at the
delay; "it's quite shallow," and, forgetting the unicorn's warning, he
entered the stream first. Fritz and Franz did not miss the
opportunity. Each took a large stone and struck Hans violently on the
head. Then as he fell back senseless into the water, Fritz snatched
the flask from off the belt to which it was attached, and Franz thrust
with his foot Hans's body farther into the river, so that the current
should carry it away, and, laughing at their own cleverness, the two
proceeded to cross the ford.

Now, naturally enough, lads like Fritz and Franz do not care to trust
each other very far. As soon, therefore, as they reached the other
side of the stream, Franz produced his bottle, and demanded of Fritz
his share of the sparkling golden water. Fritz, who intended to keep
it all to himself, proposed that they should put off sharing it till
later. Franz would not hear of this. He knew, only too well, what
Fritz intended. This led to a wrangle, which ended in a fight between
the two, in which the sparkling golden water was spilled, partly over
Fritz's right hand, and the remainder over Franz's left foot. The
brothers first realized what had happened to them by Fritz finding
that he could not close his fist to strike, and Franz finding that he
could not raise his foot to kick. The discovery sobered them in an
instant. There they stood, one with a hand and the other with a foot
of solid gold, and the golden flask with them; but the water, the
precious sparkling golden water, lost forever. Fritz was the first to
recover himself.

"Well," he said, "thank goodness I have a couple of feet left me. I
shall be off, I can't wait for you. You must hobble on as best you
can, or stay here and starve," and he was on the point of leaving
Franz to his fate, when the latter caught him by the collar.

"If I've only one foot, I have two hands," cried he, "and I don't
intend to let you leave me behind. No, no; we must go together or not
at all."

Fritz was obliged to submit, as it was a case of two hands against
one; and he and Franz, arm in arm as though they were the most
affectionate brothers, made their way slowly to the nearest town.
There they had to submit to have hand and foot cut off. The operation
hurt them very much indeed, but they sold the gold for a good sum of
money to the goldsmith. With that, and with what they got for the
flask, Fritz was able to buy his Countship, although he could never
hunt owing to the loss of his right hand, and Franz was able to buy
his Burgomastership, although the loss of his foot prevented his
walking properly in processions. Neither of them, of course, gave a
thought to their mother.

Now we must return to poor Hans, whom we left floating down the
stream--senseless, and to all appearance dead. He was not dead,
however, although the blows which his brothers had inflicted were very
severe ones. He was only stunned, and fortunately he did not float far
enough to be drowned. His body came into a back eddy of the stream
and drifted gently on to a shelving bank of white sand. The cold water
soon had the effect of bringing him to his senses so far as to enable
him to crawl on to the land. It was, however, some hours before he was
able to recall the past events. When he remembered them he gave way to
despair. All the pains he had taken to win the sparkling golden water
were thrown away. He might not return to get more--the unicorn had
told him that. His mother would be as badly off as ever. Above all, he
had the bitter disappointment of feeling that his brothers had
deceived him. Then he bethought him of the crystal ball. Taking it
from his pocket, he placed it on a large stone, and taking another
stone struck it with all his force. A report like that of a cannon
followed, and at the same instant the unicorn stood before him.

"I warned you of what would happen," he said to Hans. "You would have
done much better if you had left your brothers in the tree. Now let me
see what can be done for you. First of all, rub that dockleaf, which
is touching your right hand, on the wound in your head." Hans did as
he was told, and his head became as sound as ever. "Now," said the
unicorn, "you must go straight home to your mother and bring her to
the city of White Towers, and stay there till you hear from me again."

"But," said Hans, with tears in his eyes, "how can I do that? My
mother is much too ill to move, and I have lost the sparkling golden
water which was to have made her well and strong."

"Did not I see you," asked the unicorn, "put some sand and stones of
pure gold into your pocket as you went to the fountain? There will be
more than enough to meet all your expenses. Do as I tell you," and the
unicorn, saying this, disappeared.

Hans, greatly cheered, set off once more, and finished his journey
home without any further adventures. The gold that he had with him,
not only enabled him to provide the comforts and necessaries which his
mother required, but he was able also to reward Uncle Stoltz for his
kindness. When his mother was strong enough to travel, Hans hired a
wagon, and they set off by easy stages for the city of White Towers,
there to await further news from the unicorn.

Now, the city of White Towers was at that time attracting from far and
wide every one who wanted to make his fortune. The Princess of the
city was the loveliest Princess in the world, and the richest and the
most powerful. She had given out that she would marry any one, whoever
it might be, king or beggar, who would tell her truly in the morning
the dream that she had dreamed in the night. But whoever should
compete and fail, was to forfeit all his fortune, be whipped through
the streets and out of the gate, and banished from the city on pain of
death. If, however, he had no fortune to forfeit, he was to be whipped
back again and sold into slavery. The terms were hard; but many tried
and failed, and many more, undeterred by the punishment which they
constantly saw being inflicted on the others, were waiting their turn
to compete. Among these latter were Count Fritz and Burgomaster Franz.
These two met very often in the streets of the city, but they could
never forget their quarrel over the sparkling golden water and when
they met they always looked in opposite directions. Now, Fritz and
Franz had made themselves hated by all with whom they had to deal;
Fritz by his tyranny over the poor in the district in which his
property lay, and Franz by his injustice as Burgomaster. The former
used to grind down his people so as to extract the last penny from
them; the latter used to make his judgments depend on the amount of
bribe he received from the suitors. Everybody, therefore, hoped that
both Fritz and Franz would fail to tell the Princess her dreams, and
would have to pay the penalty.

Hans and his mother arrived at the city of White Towers on the evening
before the day on which Fritz was to try his fortune. They heard on
all sides that the "One-armed Count," as he was called, was to be the
next competitor; but, of course, they had no idea that this "One-armed
Count" was Fritz. The consequence was that, when they found themselves
next day in the great square, where the whole population of the city
assembled to see the trial, they were amazed beyond measure to see
Fritz, marching jauntily along, quite confident of success, dressed in
his very smartest clothes, to the platform on which the Princess and
her ladies and her courtiers were assembled, Fritz felt sure that he
would win, for this reason: There was an old woman living in a cottage
near his castle, who was said to be a witch. Fritz had ordered her to
be seized and put to the most cruel tortures, in order to force her to
say what the Princess was going to dream on the night before the day
fixed for his trial. This was very silly of him, as the old woman
might be a witch ten times over, and yet not be able to tell him that.
But cruel, wicked people often are silly. This poor old woman screamed
out some nonsense in her agony which Fritz took to be the answer he
required. He smiled, therefore, in a self-confident fashion as he
bowed low before the princess and awaited her question. She asked it
in a clear bell-like voice, which somehow caused Hans's heart, when he
heard it, to beat a good deal quicker than before.

"Sir Count, what did I dream last night?"

"Your Highness dreamed," was the reply, "that the moon came down to
earth and kissed you."

The princess gently shook her head, and in a moment Fritz found
himself in the hands of her guards, with his coat stripped off his
back, and his hands bound behind him. The first lash made him cry for
mercy; but the Princess had already gone, and the soldiers, whose duty
it was to inflict the whipping, were not much disposed to show mercy
to the "One-armed Count." They laid on their blows well, driving the
unlucky Fritz through the streets till the gate was reached, through
which, with a final shower of blows, he was thrust, with the warning
not to return thither, but to beg his way henceforth through the
world. Of all who watched the proceedings, none seemed so delighted
with the result as Franz. He followed, hobbling after his unhappy
brother as close as the soldiers would allow, and kept jeering and
laughing at him all the way. This was easy for him to do,
notwithstanding the fact that he had to go on crutches, because good
care was taken to make Fritz's progress through the streets as slow as
possible. In addition, therefore, to the blows, Fritz had to endure
the sight of Franz's grinning face, and to listen to such remarks as:
"Who thought he was going to win the Princess?"--"Will your Highness
remember your poor brother, the Burgomaster?"--"Who lost the sparkling
golden water?"--and so on.

With very different feelings had Hans watched the proceedings. When he
saw his brother stripped for beating, he forgot all about the wrongs
he had sustained, and only thought what he could do to help the
sufferer. He tried to bribe the soldiers to deal gently with Fritz;
but when he found it was of no avail, he hastened to the city gate so
as to meet his brother outside and comfort him when the punishment was
over. Hans found Fritz, as indeed was natural under the circumstances,
more surly and ill-tempered than ever. He appeared startled for a
moment at seeing Hans, whom he thought dead, alive and well; but he
set to work blubbering again immediately, and rubbing his back with
his one hand. Hans gave him what money he could afford, which Fritz
took without saying "Thank you," and went his way.

Next day it was Franz's turn to try and win the Princess. Franz felt
just as certain of succeeding as Fritz had been. A certain necromancer
in Franz's town had been a party in a suit which came before the
Burgomaster's court. All the evidence which was brought forward told
against him, but the necromancer promised Franz, as a bribe, if he
would decide in his favour, to tell him by means of his art the true
secret of the Princess's dream. Franz swallowed the bait greedily, and
gave his unjust decision. Now, in order that the necromancer might not
fail him, Franz had determined not to let him out of his sight till
the day of trial. Very early in the morning of that day the
necromancer came to Franz and said: "Last night the Princess dreamed
so-and-so--will your worship allow me to go away now?" Franz, on
hearing the dream, skipped with delight, forgetting about his one
foot, and tumbled down on the floor. However, he did not mind that,
and gave the necromancer leave to depart; which that worthy did in
great haste. Franz was so impatient that he was in his place, in front
of the platform, long before the Princess arrived. He could hardly
wait for her to put the formal question before he blurted out:

"Your Highness dreamed that you were walking in your garden, and that
all the trees and shrubs bore gold and silver leaves."

The Princess shook her head. "A very pretty dream," she said; "but it
was not mine." So Franz had to suffer the same punishment as Fritz,
and nobody was at all sorry. He was likewise thrust out of the city
gate, bawling between his howls for some one to bring him the
necromancer. Hans found him there, and tried to comfort him, as he had
tried to comfort Fritz, and with about the same result. When Hans had
returned to the inn, where he and his mother were staying, he was met
with the news that a stranger was waiting to see him. He went in and
found the huntsman who had given him the pellet which turned into the
crystal ball.

"Hans," said the huntsman, as soon as Hans entered the room, "the
unicorn has sent me to you. It's your turn now to try to win the
Princess."

Hans turned pale at the thought.

"I would give my life to win her," he said, earnestly, "but I am
certain to fail, and then what will my poor mother do? I have no
property to be confiscated, and, of course, I shall be sold into
slavery."

"Don't talk of failure," said the huntsman cheerily; "the way to
success is to forget that there is such a word as failure. Now I'll
tell you my plan. The Princess, as you know, or as you very likely
don't know, is devoted to curious animals of all kinds. I will change
you into a white mouse with a gold claw, and will offer you to the
Princess for sale. She has never seen or heard of such a creature as a
white mouse with a gold claw before, and will be sure to buy you. Then
it will be your fault if matters don't go smoothly with you. You have
only to keep your ears open and use your wits. Now, first of all, we
must enter you for to-morrow's competition."

Hans longed to try his luck with the Princess, and as this plan seemed
a promising one--indeed, it was the only one he could think of--he
agreed to try it. However, he determined not to tell his mother
anything about the matter, as he knew how terrified she would be at
the thought of his failure. The first thing, as the huntsman had said,
was for him to present himself to the Princess as candidate for her
hand. He accordingly did so, and found her seated on her throne,
surrounded by the lords and ladies of her court, glittering in jewels
and dressed in magnificent apparel. Hans felt rather shy as he marched
up the splendid room, amongst all these grandly dressed people, in his
shabby old clothes; but he put as good a face on it as he could, and
when he stopped before the throne and looked into the Princess's eyes,
all his shyness vanished. He was conscious of nothing but a strong
determination to win her for himself, or to perish in the attempt. The
court usher announced his name and purpose in a loud tone.

"This is Hans, the charcoal-burner, who has undertaken to tell the
Princess her dream to-morrow morning, or to pay the penalty."

When the Princess looked at Hans and saw what a nice, open-faced boy
he was, she did all she could to persuade him to give up the attempt.
She pointed out to him how many had tried and failed--how little
chance there was of his succeeding. She could not bear, she said, to
think of his being whipped publicly and sold into slavery. She offered
him, if he would withdraw, the important post of general manager of
the court menagerie. But neither this offer nor the prayers of the
Princess could move Hans.

"Now, that I have seen you face to face, Princess," said he, "I would
rather die twenty times over than give up the undertaking."

The Princess was obliged to allow Hans to enter his name for
to-morrow's trial, although it made her very unhappy. Her heart told
her that he was the one of all her suitors whom she would most wish to
succeed; but she felt that he would be certain to fare as the others
had done; and so when the formality was over, and Hans had left, she
dismissed the court; shut herself up in her room, and said she would
be at home to nobody for the rest of the day.

As soon as Hans got back, the huntsman took a cup of water, muttered
some strange words over it, and sprinkled Hans with the contents. He
was conscious of a curious change taking place in him, and before he
could quite make out what it was, he found that he was a white mouse
with a gold claw. The huntsman put him in a box and carried him to the
palace to sell him to the Princess. When he arrived there the porter
refused to admit him.

"No!" he said, "the Princess had given out that she would see no one
that day. It was more than his place was worth to admit the stranger."
However, by dint of flattering words and a handsome present slipped
into his hands, the porter was persuaded to send for one of the
Princess's ladies. When she came and saw the white mouse with the gold
claw, she said she was sure that her mistress would be so delighted
with his beautiful little curiosity that she would pardon having her
orders disobeyed for once. Only, the huntsman must remain where he
was; she would take the white mouse to the Princess herself. To this
the Huntsman consented; and the long and short of it was that the
Princess sent him a handsome sum for the mouse; and Hans found himself
established as her newest favourite. The Princess was so pleased with
her pet that, when she went to bed, she placed him in a cabinet in her
room, the door of which she left open--because he was so tame that she
had no fear of his attempting to run away. Hans was wondering how he
was to find out the Princess's dream in this situation, when his
mistress woke up, laughing heartily, and called for her lady in
waiting to come to her.

"I've had such a curious dream," she said. "I dreamed that I was
married to a man with a golden top-joint to his little finger. I
suppose that it was the white mouse with the gold claw which put the
idea into my head. But," and here the Princess's voice grew very sad,
"how will that poor boy ever guess this dream to-morrow?"

Hans waited impatiently for all to be quiet, then he slipped out of
his cabinet, and finding the door shut, ran up the curtain of the
window, which was fortunately open, and getting on a rose which
clambered up outside the wall, ran down it and made the best of his
way to the inn. There he found the huntsman waiting for him, to whom
he told all that had taken place, and who in a few seconds changed him
back to his own shape.

An enormous concourse of people was assembled next day to see the
trial. Very pale and sad the Princess looked as she sat prepared to
put the question to Hans. He waited respectfully till she had spoken,
and then, without saying a word, held out his hand to her. Her eye
fell on the golden top-joint of his little finger. She cried out with
delight, and, seizing his hand in hers, turned to the people and said:
"Hans has guessed right, and he shall be my husband."

And all the people raised a glad shout, "Long live Prince Hans!"

"Oh!" said the Princess to Hans, "how I wish my brother were here to
share our happiness!"

"He is here," said the huntsman, who had thrust his way to the front;
and, throwing off his huntsman's disguise, he appeared dressed as a
Prince. Then, turning to Hans, he said:

"A mighty magician, the enemy of our family, condemned me, because I
would not give him my sister in marriage, to take the form of a
unicorn, and to guard the sparkling golden water. Twice every year,
for a fortnight at a time, I was allowed to resume my human shape. It
was then that I came to your hut in the forest, and gave you the token
by which to win your way to the fountain. The spell laid upon me was
only to be raised when some one guessed aright my sister's dream, and
so won her to wife. Thanks to you, brother Hans, the magician's power
is at an end."

Hans and the Princess were married, and after the ceremony the Prince
went off to his own kingdom. Hans's mother had a beautiful suite of
apartments in the palace assigned to her, and Uncle Stoltz was not
forgotten, but was provided for comfortably for life; and they all
lived happily ever afterward.

As for Fritz and Franz, they were so selfish and cruel, that there was
nothing to be done with them but to send them back into the forest
again to burn charcoal; and for all I know they are burning charcoal
there still.




_Destiny_


Once upon a time there were two brothers who lived together in the
same household. One attended to everything, while the other was an
indolent fellow, who occupied himself only with eating and drinking.
Their harvests were always magnificent; they had cattle, horses,
sheep, pigs, bees, and all other things in great abundance.

The elder, who did everything about the estate, said to himself one
day:

"Why should I toil for this lazy fellow? It would be better that we
should separate. I will work for myself alone, and he can do whatever
he pleases." So he said to his brother:

"Brother, it is unjust that I should take charge of all whilst thou
wilt aid me in nothing, and thinkest only of eating and drinking. It
is better that we should part."

The other tried to turn him from his project, saying:

"Brother, do not do this. We get on so well together. Thou hast all in
thy hands--not only what is thine, but what is mine, and thou knowest
that I am always contented with what thou doest, and with what thou
orderest."

But the elder persisted in his resolution so firmly that the younger
was obliged to give up, and said:

"Since it is so I have no ill-will toward thee. Make the division as
seemeth good to thee."

The division made, each one ordered his life as he thought good. The
indolent brother took a herder for his cattle and horses, a shepherd
for his sheep, a goatherd for his goats, a swineherd for his pigs, a
keeper for his bees, and said to each of them:

"I confide my goods to thee, and may God watch over thee."

And he continued to live in his house without any more care he had
ever done.

The elder on the contrary laboured for his half of the property as
much as he had ever done for the common good. He kept his herds
himself, having an eye on everything, but in spite of all his care he
had ill success on every side.

From day to day everything turned out badly with him, so that at last
he became so poor that he had not even a pair of sandals, and was
obliged to go barefooted. Then he said to himself:

"I will go to my brother's, and see how the world wags with him."

His way led him across a meadow where a flock of sheep was grazing,
and as he drew near he saw that the sheep had no shepherd. Near them,
however, a beautiful young girl was seated, spinning a thread of gold.

After having saluted the maiden with a "God protect thee," he asked
her whose were the sheep, and she answered:

"To whom I belong, belong the sheep also."

"And who art thou?" he continued.

"I am thy brother's fortune," she answered.

Then the traveller was seized with wrath and envy, and cried out:

"And where is _my_ fortune?"

The maiden answered him: "Ah, she is far from thee."

"Can I find her?" he asked.

She answered: "Thou canst find her--only look for her."

When he had heard these words, and saw that the sheep were so
beautiful that nothing finer could be imagined, he did not care to go
farther to see the other flocks, but went direct to his brother, who
as soon as he had seen him took pity on him, and said, weeping:

"Why hast thou hidden thyself from me for so long a time?"

Then seeing that he was in rags and barefooted he gave him a pair of
sandals and some money.

After having remained three days with his brother the poor fellow
departed to return home, but once arrived at the house he threw a
sack over his shoulders, put a morsel of bread in it, took a stick in
his hand, and set out into the world to seek his fortune.

Having travelled a long time he found himself at last in a deep forest
where he met a wretched old woman asleep in a thicket. He began to
beat the ground with his stick to wake up the old woman, and at last
gave her a blow on the back. However, she scarcely moved even then,
and half opening her drowsy eyes, said to him:

"Thou mayest thank God that I was asleep, for if I had been awake thou
wouldst not have had those sandals."

Then he said to her: "Who art thou then, who wouldst have hindered me
from having these sandals?"

The old hag answered him: "I am thy fortune."

Hearing these words he beat his breast, crying: "What! thou art my
fortune! May God exterminate thee! Who gave thee to me?"

And the old hag said to him: "It was Destiny."

"Where is Destiny?"

"Go and seek for him," she answered, going to sleep again.

Then he departed and went to seek for Destiny.

After a long, long journey he arrived at last at another wood, and in
this wood he found a hermit of whom he asked if he could not give him
some news of Destiny?

The hermit answered him: "Climb that mountain, and thou wilt arrive at
his castle, but when thou reachest Destiny be careful not to speak to
him. Do only what thou seest him do, until he speaks to thee."

The traveller thanked the hermit, took his way up the mountain, and
when he had arrived at the castle of Destiny what wonderful things he
saw!

The luxury was absolutely royal. There was a crowd of servants, always
in motion and doing nothing. As for Destiny, he was supping at a
magnificent table. When the stranger saw this he seated himself also
at table and ate with the master of the house. After supper Destiny
went to bed and the traveller did the same. Toward midnight terrible
noise was heard in the castle, and in the midst of the noise a voice
crying:

"Destiny, Destiny--so many souls have come into the world to-day. Give
them something at thy good pleasure."

And Destiny arose, opened a golden coffer, and threw into the room a
shower of shining ducats, saying:

"Such as I am to-day, so shall you be all your lives."

At daybreak the grand castle vanished, and there took its place an
ordinary house, but one in which nothing was wanting. When evening
came Destiny sat down to supper again, his guest did the same, and no
one spoke a word. After supper both went to bed as before.

Toward midnight again commenced the terrible noise in the castle, and
in the midst of the tumult a voice crying:

"Destiny, Destiny, so many souls have seen the light to-day. Give them
something at thy good pleasure."

Destiny arose and opened a silver coffer, but this time there were no
ducats in it, only silver money mixed with a few pieces of gold.
Destiny threw this silver upon the ground, saying:

"Such as I am to-day, so shall you be all your lives."

At daybreak the house had vanished, and there appeared in its place
another smaller one. So passed each night; each morning the house
became smaller until at last it was only a miserable hut. Destiny then
took a spade and began to dig up the earth; his guest did the same,
and they dug all day long. When evening came Destiny took a crust of
hard bread, broke it in two, and gave half to his companion. This was
all their supper, and when they had eaten they went to bed.

Toward midnight again commenced the terrible noise, and in the midst
of it a voice was heard, crying:

"Destiny, Destiny, so many souls have come into the world this night.
Give them something at thy good pleasure."

Destiny arose, opened a coffer, and began to throw out pebbles among
which were mixed some small money, saying as he did so:

"Such as I am to-day, so shall you be all your lives."

When morning came the hut was changed again to a grand palace as it
had been on the first day. Then for the first time Destiny spoke to
his guest, and said to him:

"Why hast thou come to me?"

The traveller then related his miseries in detail, and said that he
had come to ask of Destiny himself, why he had given him so evil a
fortune.

Destiny answered him:

"Thou didst see that the first night I sowed ducats and what followed
thereon. Such as I am on the night when a man is born, such that man
will be all his life. Thou wert born on a night of poverty, and thou
wilt remain always poor. Thy brother, on the contrary, came into the
world in a happy hour, and happy he will remain to the end. But since
thou hast taken so much trouble to find me I will tell thee how thou
mayst help thyself. Thy brother has a daughter named Miliza, who is as
fortunate as her father. Take her for thy wife when thou shalt return
to thine own country, and all that thou shalt acquire thereafter, be
careful to say belongs to her."

The traveller thanked Destiny many times and departed.

When he had returned to his own country he went straight to his
brother, and said to him:

"Brother, give me Miliza. Thou seest that without her I am alone in
the world."

And the brother answered: "It pleases me well. Miliza is thine."

Straightway the bridegroom took his brother's daughter to his house,
and he became very rich, but he was always careful to say: "All that I
have belongs to Miliza."

One day he went into the fields to see his wheat, which was so fine
that there was nothing like it in the whole country around. A
traveller passed along the way, and said to him:

"Whose is this wheat?"

And the elder brother, without thinking, answered: "It is mine."

But scarcely had he spoken than a spark was seen in the wheat and in
an instant it was all on fire. Quickly he ran after the traveller, and
cried out:

"Stop, my friend, this wheat is not mine. It belongs to Miliza, my
brother's daughter."

The fire was instantly extinguished, and thenceforth the elder brother
was happy--thanks to Miliza.




_The Queen of the Golden Mines_


Once on a time there was a King of Ireland, and he had three sons,
Teddy, Billy, and Jack. Teddy and Billy were the two eldest, and they
were brave, able boys. But Jack was the youngest, a _gauchy_, _dawnie_
sort of a lad that was good for nothing only feeding fowls and doing
odd turns about the house. When they grew up to be men, Teddy and
Billy one day said they'd go away to travel and see the world, for
they'd only be good-for-nothing omadhauns if they'd stay here all
their lives. Their father said that was good, and so off the both of
them started. And that night when they halted from their travelling,
who does they see coming up after them, but Jack; for it seems he
commenced to think _long_, when he found them gone, and he was that
lonesome that he couldn't stay behind them. And there he was dressed
in his old tattered clothes, a spec-_tacle_ for the world, and a
disgrace to them; for of course, they were done off with the best of
everything--rale gentlemen, as becomed their father's sons. They said
to themselves they'd be long sorry to let that picthur with them--for
he _was_ a picthur, and no doubt of it--to be an upcast to them
wherever they'd go. So before they started on again next mornin' they
tied Jack to a millstone, and left him there. That night again, when
they went to stop from their travellin', what would you have of it but
there was me brave Jack once more, not a hundred parches behind them,
and he dragging the millstone after him. Teddy and Billy said this was
too bad entirely; and next day, before they started again, they tied
another millstone to him, and they said, "Well, you'll not get away
from here in a hurry anyhow, boy." So on they went again on their
journey, laughing and cracking jokes, and telling passages, to pass
the time; but that night again, when they went to stop from their
journey, lo! and behold ye, who does they see coming tearing after
them but my poor Jack, once more, with the two millstones dragging
behind him. Then they were in a quandhary entirely, and they begun to
consider what was best to do with him, for they saw there was no
holdin' or tyin' of him, or keepin' him back at all, at all, for if
they were to tie him to a mountain in the mornin', he'd be afther them
with the mountain rattling at his heels again night. So they come to
the conclusion that it was best to take Jack with them, and purtend
him to be their hired boy, and not their brother at all. Of course, me
poor Jack, that was always agreeable, was only too ready to go on
these terms; and on the three of them went, afore them, till at length
they reached the King of England's castle. When the King of England
heard Teddy and Billy was the King of Ireland's two sons, he give them
_cead mile failte_,[3] was plaised and proud to see them, ordhered
them to be made much of, then opened his hall door, an' asked in the
nobility an' genthry of the whole counthry-side to a big dinner and
ball that he gave in their honour. But what do you have of it, but in
the middle of the ball doesn't Teddy have a fallout with the King of
England's son, and sthruck him, and then that was the play! The hubbub
and _hooroosh_ got up, and the King ordhered the ball to be stopped,
and had Teddy taken pris'ner, and Billy and Jack ordhered away out of
the kingdom. Billy and Jack went away, vexed in their hearts at
leaving Teddy in jail, and they travelled away till they came to
France, and the King of France's castle. Here, when the King of France
heard that Billy, the King of Ireland's son, had come to see him, he
went out and welcomed him, an' asked in himself and Jack to come in
and make a visit with him. And, like the King of England, he thought
he couldn't make too much of the King of Ireland's sons, and threw
open his hall door and asked in the whole nobility and clergy and
genthry of all the counthry-side into a great dinner and ball given in
Billy's honour. But lo! and behould ye, doesn't it turn up at this
ball, too, that Billy had a squabble with the King of France's son and
struck him, and the ball was stopped by the King's ordhers, and the
people sent home, and Billy taken prisoner, and there was poor Jack
now left all alone. The King of France, taking pity on Jack, employed
him as a boy. And Jack was getting along very well at Court, and the
king and him used to have very great yarns together entirely. At
length a great war broke out betwixt France and Germany; and the King
of France was in great trouble, for the Germans were slaughtering and
conquering all before them. Says Jack, says he, to the King one day,
"I wish I had only half a rajimint of your men, and you'd see what I
would do." Instead of this the King gave him a whole army, and in less
nor three days there wasn't a German alive in the whole kingdom of
France. It was the king was the thankful man to Jack for this good
action, and said he never could forget it to him. After that Jack got
into great favour at court, and used to have long chats with the Queen
herself. But Jack soon found that he never could come into the Queen's
presence that he didn't put her in tears. He asked her one day what
was the meaning of this, and she told him that it was because she
never looked on him that he didn't put her in mind of her infant son
that had, twelve months before, been carried away by the Queen of the
Golden Mines, and who she had never heard tale or tidings of from that
day to this.

[Footnote 3: Hundred thousand welcomes.]

"Well, be this and be that," says Jack, says he, "but I'm not the man
to leave ye in your trouble if I can help it; and be this and be that
over again," says he, "but I won't sleep two nights in the one bed, or
eat two meals' meat in the one house, till I find out the Queen of the
Golden Mines' Castle, and fetch back your infant son to ye--or else I
'll not come back livin'."

"Ah," says the Queen, "that would never do!" and "Ah," says the King,
"that would never do at all, at all!" They pointed out and showed to
him how a hundred great knights had gone on the same errand before
him, and not one of them ever come back livin', and there was no use
in him throwin' away his life, for they couldn't afford to lose him.
But it was all no use; Jack was bound on going, and go he would. So,
the very next morning he was up at cock-crow, and afther leavin'
good-bye with the whole of them, and leavin' the King and the Queen in
tears, he started on his journey. And he travelled away afore him,
inquiring his way to the Castle of the Queen of the Golden Mines; and
he travelled and tramped for many a weary day, and for many a weary
week, and for many a weary month; till at last, when it was drawing on
twelve months from the day he left the Castle of the King of France,
one day tor'st evening he was travelling through a thick wood, when he
fell in with an old man, resting, with a great bundle of sticks by his
side; and "Me poor old man," says Jack, says he, "that's a mighty
great load entirely for a poor man of your years to be carryin'. Sure,
if ye'll allow me, I'll just take them with me for ye, as far as
you're goin'."

"Blissin's on ye!" says the ould man; "an' an ould man's blissin' atop
of that; an' thanky."

"Nobbut, thanky, yerself, for your good wishes," says Jack, says he,
throwin' the bundle of sticks on his shoulder, an' marchin' on by the
ould man's side. And they thravelled away through the wood till they
come at last to the ould man's cabin. And the ould man axed Jack to
come in and put up with him for the night, and such poor
accommodations as he had, Jack was heartily welcome to them. Jack
thanked him and went in and put up for the night with him, and in the
morning Jack told the ould man the arrand he was on and axed if he'd
diract him on his way to the Queen of the Golden Mines' Castle. Then
the ould man took out Jack, and showed him a copper castle glancing in
the sun, on a hill opposite, and told him that was his journey's end.

"But, me poor man," says he, "I would strongly advise ye not to go
next or near it. A hundred knights went there afore you on the
selfsame errand, and their heads are now stuck on a hundred spears
right afore the castle; for there's a fiery dragon guards it that
makes short work of the best of them."

But seeing Jack wasn't to be persuaded off his entherprise nohow, he
took him in and gave him a sword that carried ten men's strength in it
along with that of the man that wielded it. And he told Jack, if he
was alive again' night, and not killed by the dhragon, to come back to
his cabin. Jack thanked him for the sword, and promised this, and then
he set out for the castle. But lo! and behold ye, no sooner did Jack
come anear the castle than a terrible great monsther of a dhragon
entirely, the wildest ever Jack seen or heard tell of, come out from
the castle, and he opened his mouth as wide as the world from side to
side, and let out a roar that started the old gray eagle on top of
Croaghpathrick mountain at home in Ireland. Poor Jack thrimbled from
head to foot--and small wonder he did--but, not a bit daunted, he went
on to meet the dhragon, and no sooner were they met than he to it and
the dhragon to it, and they fought and sthrove long and hard, the
wildest fight by far that poor Jack ever entered into, and they fought
that way from early mornin' till the sun went down, at one time Jack
seemin' to be gettin' the betther of the dhragon, and the next minute
the dhragon gettin' the betther of Jack; and when the sun went down
they called a truce of peace till next day; and Jack dragged himself
back to the cabin in small hopes of being able to meet the dhragon
more, for he was covered over with wounds from head to foot. But when
he got to the cabin the ould man welcomed him back alive, and he took
down a little bottle of ointment and rubbed it over Jack, and no
sooner did he rub it over him than Jack's wounds were all healed as
well as ever again. And Jack went out a new man the next mornin' to
give the dhragon another try for it this day. And just as on the day
afore the fiery dhragon come down the hill meeting poor Jack, and the
dhragon opened his mouth as wide as the world, and gave a roar that
shook the nails on the toes of the great gray eagle on top of
Croaghpathrick mountain at home in Ireland, and then he fell on Jack,
and Jack fell on him, and the dhragon to it, and Jack to it; and the
dhragon gave Jack his fill, and Jack gave the dhragon his fill; and if
they fought hard the day afore they fought double as hard this day,
and the dhragon put very sore on Jack entirely till the sun went down.
Then again they agreed on a truce of peace till the next mornin', and
Jack dragged himself back as best he could to the cabin again, all
covered over with cuts and bruises, and streaming down with blood.
And when he came there the ould man took down a little bottle of
ointment and rubbed Jack over with it, and he was healed as well as
ever again. Next morning Jack was up quite fresh and ready for another
day's battling, and the ould man told Jack that, win or lose, this day
was like to end the battle. And he said if Jack happened (as God send)
to come off victorious, he was to go into the castle and there he
would find a great number of beautiful virgins running about in great
confusion to prevent Jack from discovering their mistress the Queen of
the Golden Mines, and every one of them axing, "Is it me ye want? Is
it me ye want?" But he told Jack he was to heed none of them, but
press through room after room till he come to the sixth room, and
there he would find the Queen herself asleep, with the little child by
her side. So Jack went meeting the dhragon this third day again, and
the dhragon come meeting Jack. And he opened his mouth as wide as the
world, and let a roar that rattled the eyes in the sockets of the
great gray eagle on top of Croaghpathrick mountain at home in Ireland,
and then fell on Jack, and Jack fell on him; and he to it, and Jack to
it, and both of them to it; and if the fight was wild and terrible the
first two days it was ten times wilder and terribler this day. And
harder and harder it was getting the more they warmed to the work; and
one time it was Jack was getting the better of the dhragon, and the
next time it was the dhragon was getting the better of poor Jack; and
at last coming on tor'st night the dhragon was putting very hard on
Jack entirely, and it was very nearly being all over with him, when he
stepped back, and gathering all his strength mounted into the air with
one spring, and come down atop of the dhragon's head, and struck his
sword into his heart, leaving him over dead. Then Jack went into the
castle, and no sooner did he go in than there was lots of the most
beautiful virgins, running in great commotion, and asking Jack, "Is it
me ye want?" "Is it me ye want?" But Jack never heeded thim till he
come into the sixth room, where he saw the beautiful Queen of the
Golden Mines asleep, with the Queen of France's child asleep beside
her. Jack bent over her and gave her one kiss, for she was a lovely
picthur. Then he took up the child in his arms, and picking up a
beautiful garter all glancing with diamonds, that was lying by the
Queen's bedside, and taking with him a loaf of bread that could never
be eaten out, a bottle of wine that could never be drunk out, and a
purse that could never be emptied, he started away. He stopped that
night with the ould man, who took down his bottle of ointment and
healed up all the wounds Jack got that day. In the morning Jack
started for France, leaving with the ould man to keep till the Queen
of the Golden Mines would call for it, the purse that never could be
emptied. When Jack reached France, and presented back to the Queen her
darling child, that was the rejoicement and the joy! There was a great
faist given, and at the faist Jack said he had a little wondher he
fetched with him, that he'd like to show; and he produced his bottle,
and sent it round the prences, and nobility, and genthry that were all
assembled at the faist, and axed them all to drink the Queen's health
out of it. This they all did; and lo! and behold ye, when they had
finished the bottle was as full as when they commenced; and they all
said that bate all ever they knew or heerd tell of; and the King said
it bate all ever he knew or heerd tell of, too, and that the same
bottle would be of mighty great sarvice to him, to keep his troops in
drink when he'd go to war, and axed Jack on what tarms he'd part with
it. Jack said he couldn't part with it entirely, as it wasn't his own,
but if the King relaised his brother he 'd leave the bottle with him
till such times as the Queen of the Golden Mines might call for it.
The Queen agreed to this. Jack's brother was relaised, and himself and
Jack started off for England. When they were come there the King of
England gave a great faist in their honour, too, and at this faist
Jack said he 'd like to show them a little wonder he fetched with him,
and he produced the loaf, and axed the King to divide all round. And
the King cut off the loaf, and divided all round, over all the prences
and nobility and gentry that was there; and when he had finished they
were all lost in wondherment, for the loaf was still as big as when
the King commenced to cut. The King said that would be the grand loaf
for feeding his troops whenever he went to war, and axed Jack what
would he take to part with it. Jack said the loaf wasn't his to part
with, but if the King relaised his brother out of prison he'd give him
the loaf till such times as the Queen of the Golden Mines might call
for it. The King agreed to this, and relaised Jack's other brother,
and then the three of them started for home together. And when they
were come near home the two older brothers agreed that Jack, when he'd
tell his story, would disgrace them, and they'd put him to death. But
Jack agreed if they'd let him live he would go away and push his
fortune, and never go back near home. They let him live on these
conditions, and they pushed on home, where they were received with
great welcomes, and told mortial great things entirely of all the
great things they done while they were away. Jack come to the castle
in disguise and got hired as a boy and lived there.

The Queen of the Golden Mines, when she woke up and learned of the
young gentleman that had killed the dhragon, and carried off the child
and the other things, and kissed her, said he must be a fine fellow
entirely, and she would never marry another man if she couldn't find
him out. She got no rest till she started, herself and her virgins,
and away to find out Jack. She first come to the old man, where she
got her purse, and he directed her to the King of France. When she
come to the Court of the King of France she got her bottle, and he
said Jack went from there to go to see the King of England. From the
King of England she got her loaf, and he diracted her to Ireland,
telling her that Jack was no other than the King of Ireland's son. She
lost no time then reaching the Court of the King of Ireland, where she
demanded his son who had killed the fiery dhragon. The King sent out
his eldest son, and he said it was him that had killed the fiery
dhragon, and she asked him for tokens, but he could give none, so she
said he wasn't the man she wanted. Then the King's second son come out
and said it was him killed the fiery dhragon. But he couldn't show her
no tokens either, so he wouldn't do. Then the King said he had no
other son, but a good-for-nothing _droich_ who went away somewhere and
never come back; but that it wasn't him anyhow, for he couldn't kill
a cockroach. She said she'd have to see him, and converse with him, or
otherwise she wouldn't go away till she'd pull down his castle. Then
the whole house was upside down, and they didn't know what to do. And
Jack, who was doing something about the yards axed what it was all
about; and they told him, and he axed to have a minute's convarsing
with her. But they all laughed at him; and one gave him a knock, and
another gave him a push, and another gave him a kick. And Jack never
minded them one bit, but went out and said it was him that kilt the
fiery dhragon. They all set up another big roar of a laugh at this.
Then the Queen asked him to show his tokens, and Jack fetched from his
pocket the beautiful garter, all shining with jewels, and held it up,
and the Queen came and threw her arms about Jack's neck and kissed
him, and said he was the brave man she'd marry, and no other. And me
brave Jack, to the astonishment of them all, confessed who he was, and
got married to her, and was ever afther the King of the Golden Mines.




_The Deserter_[4]


Once upon a time there was a deserter who was three times faithless to
his colours. Twice had he undergone the punishment due to desertion;
the third time he knew he was face to face with death. So he resolved
to flee by night and hide himself by day in some ditch or thicket, for
he was afraid that in the daylight he might be recognized and
arrested.

[Footnote 4: From "The Russian Grandmother's Wonder Tales." Copyright,
1906, by Charles Scribner's Sons.]

One night, as he was hastening onward, he saw a glimmer of light in
the distance, and thought to himself, "I will go toward that light;
perhaps it will somehow help me out of my trouble."

When, however, he came up to that light all he saw was an opening just
wide enough for him to creep into. The moment he was inside thick
darkness fell upon him. He could find his way neither in nor out; but
on groping around he at last came upon a staircase, up which he
climbed and found himself in a passage-way. Through this passage-way
he went for a long, long time, until at last he stumbled upon a door.
He opened the door and stepped into a room, but it was pitch dark
there too; so he groped all about until at last he stumbled upon
another door and entered another room.

So on he went through eleven rooms, and finally reached the twelfth,
where at last he found a lighted candle upon a table. The room was
beautifully fitted up, and he thought within himself, "Come what come
may, I shall make myself at home in this room."

So he stretched himself upon a couch. He lay there for a while lost in
thought, when, lo and behold! the table began to lay itself. When the
cloth was spread, all sorts of good cheer began to appear upon it.

"Come what come may," he thought to himself again, "I am hungry." So
he fell to and ate to his heart's content. When he had eaten all that
he could swallow he threw himself upon the couch again and began to
consider.

Suddenly three women entered, clothed entirely in black. One seated
herself at the piano, while the two others danced. Tired as he was,
when he saw this he arose and skipped about with them. After this
entertainment they began to talk with him, speaking of one thing and
another, and finally came round to the question how he might break the
spell that bound them.

They told him the very way and manner of doing it, saying that he had
nothing more nor less to do than to pass the night in a certain room
which they would show him. A ghost would come there and pester him
with all sorts of questions--who he was, how he had come there, and
other things. But he must not say a mortal word to all these
questions, not though the ghost tormented him in all sorts of ways; if
he could only hold out in silence the ghost would vanish, and then he
would feel not the least pain from all the torments he had been
enduring.

Our deserter fell in with the proposition without further words, and
the ladies escorted him, with the sound of music, to the fateful room
and left him there alone. When they were gone he undressed himself,
bolted the door securely, and lay down in bed. But he could not sleep,
for his head throbbed with expectation of what was about to happen.

At eleven o'clock a sudden knock was heard at the door. He dared not
make a sound, for he was firmly resolved to ransom himself, the
ladies, and the enchanted castle; so he kept as still as a mouse.
Again the knocking came, but he made no answer. At the third knock the
door flew open, and in walked a gigantic form all clothed in flames.

The giant placed himself at the bedside and began to ask the man who
he was and why he had come; but the deserter never uttered a word.
Then the giant seized him, threw him upon the floor, and began to
torment him; but no sound passed the sufferer's lips. At the stroke
of twelve the ghost departed, with the words:

"Though you wouldn't tell to-day, you will to-morrow, when we all
three come."

He spoke, the door flew open, closed again, and he was gone. The young
man arose from the floor, lay down upon his bed, and fell sweetly
asleep, without feeling the least harm.

Next morning came the three ladies, all in white up to their knees,
and led him, with sound of music, back to the room where he had been
on the previous day. They placed a chair for him and set a delicious
breakfast before him. When he had plentifully breakfasted he fell
asleep and snored till evening.

When he awoke he asked how late it was. The ladies replied that it was
nine o'clock; and they gave him a good supper and led him again to the
same room to sleep.

At the stroke of eleven some one knocked at the door. He made no
sound, but at the third knock the door flew open and three ghosts
entered. The one who had been there the night before asked him the
same questions as before, but received no better answer. Then one of
them seized him and flung him into one corner, and another into
another, and so they tossed him about until the poor fellow lay
helpless against the wall, all covered with blood.

When the clock struck twelve the spokesman said to him, "Though you
won't answer to-night, you will to-morrow, when we all four come."
With these words they disappeared.

He again lifted himself up, lay down upon his bed, and felt no harm.
In the morning the three ladies came, all in white up to their
girdles, and escorted him, to the sound of music, into the other room,
where, after breakfast, he again fell asleep.

At night they again escorted him to his chamber to sleep. When they
were gone he did not go to bed as usual, but began to consider how he
might avoid the fearful torment in store for him. First he looked out
at a window, but his gaze fell upon a frightful abyss enclosed by
rocky precipices. He went to the second window, but there it was no
better, but seemed to be even more fearful. So nothing was left him
but to heap all the furniture of the room before the door, in hope
thus to escape his tormentors. But he soon gave up this hope, for
about midnight the knocking began. He made no answer, but at the third
knock the door flew open and all the furniture returned to its own
place.

The ghost who had before questioned him now began to repeat his
questions, commanding him to tell who he was and how he came there;
but the young man was not to be made to speak. Then the spokesman
ordered one of his comrades to go below and bring up an anvil and four
hammers, and when these had been brought, one of the ghosts blew up a
fire and threw the young man upon it. When he was heated to a glow
they laid him upon the anvil and beat him with hammers until he was as
flat as paper. But with all this he was not to be forced to speak.

The time was up and the ghosts must go. Before they went they told him
that he and all around him were blessed; and then the door flew open
and they vanished. He again arose, laid himself upon the bed, and sank
at once into slumber.

Next morning the three ladies, all in white from head to foot, came,
with the sound of music, to thank him for ransoming them, and they
gave him to choose among them for a wife. Now the youngest of them had
grown nearest his heart, and he declared himself ready to marry her,
not at once, but later, for first he wished to see something of the
world.

This being the case, they gave him a ham, a wooden flask of wine, a
loaf of bread, three dogs, and a pipe which hung by a golden chain,
and they told him that these dogs would come to his aid in every time
of need; he had only to call them by means of his pipe. And should he
be tired, he had only to seat himself upon one of them. So he took all
these things and went forth to see the world.

One day when he was travelling through a forest he arrived at a castle
and turned aside to enter. But the steps which led up were of such a
kind that he could not climb them; so he seated himself upon one of
his dogs and the animal carried him up. As he passed through the
entrance he peeped through a window and saw a Tiger and his wife, who
was combing his hair.

He went in to where they were, and the Tiger at once arose, led him
from room to room, and showed him many wonderful things. Everything
pleased the young man, except that the Tiger's wife kept the dogs shut
up in a room apart.

When he entered the fourth room he went around it, gazing upon the
many statues and paintings; and while thus doing he stepped upon a
board which gave way and let him fall into a cellar where it was as
dark as pitch. He groped around for a way of escape, but a damp, heavy
wind seemed to sweep all around him, and first he would wound his hand
and then his foot. So he thought to himself, "You won't come safely
out of this!"

After a while the Tiger let himself down by a rope, butcher-knife in
hand, intending to kill him. The young man begged for a half-hour's
respite, that he might do penance for his sins. This was granted, but
the time soon flew by, and the Tiger was already whetting his knife to
stab him, when the young man sprang aside, and his hand met the chain
upon which the pipe was hanging. He blew upon it, and quick as thought
the dogs were on the spot. He set them upon the Tiger, but as they
fell upon him the Tiger begged humbly for life, promising that his
wife would draw him and his dogs up out of the cellar.

So it came to pass; but they were no sooner out than he again set the
dogs upon the Tiger, who again began to beg, promising to give him a
salve which had the power of fastening against the wall any one upon
whose back it was rubbed, and keeping him there fast and firm until he
chose to let him go.

The youth took the salve and went on farther, till he reached a city
which was all shrouded in mourning. He entered and asked why every one
was in mourning, and received answer that a fearful Dragon was to come
that day and carry off the Emperor's daughter.

At this he laughed heartily, and said, "That may easily be helped;
just go and announce to the Emperor that I am ready to ransom the
Princess, if it is agreeable to him." This was announced, and the
Emperor received him into the castle with great joy.

As the appointed time for the Dragon's coming had arrived, the young
man placed himself in readiness. At the stroke of twelve the Dragon
suddenly appeared, driving four horses. The young man was waiting for
him, and as soon as the Dragon had taken the Princess by the hand to
carry her off he spread the salve upon his back, pressed him against
the wall, and set his dogs upon him. At the same time he belaboured
him with the butt-end of his musket, till the Dragon was quite
exhausted and began to beg off, promising to give a written agreement
never again to molest the Princess. When he had written the paper in
his own blood and signed it he vanished through the window.

Then the Emperor knew not what to do for joy. He offered his daughter
to the soldier to wife, or, if he liked it better, the half of his
kingdom. But the young man declined both offers and returned to his
own ladies, where he married the youngest with the greatest
festivities. As they came out of church to go to their house a new
city sprang up along the roadside. The hilarity was great. I myself
was among the guests, and after I had made merry to my heart's content
I set out upon the way home to Varazdin.




_The Two Melons_


An Honest and poor old woman was washing clothes at a pool, when a
bird that a hunter had disabled by a shot in the wing, fell down into
the water before her. She gently took up the bird, carried it home
with her, dressed its wound, and fed it until it was well, when it
soared away. Some days later it returned, put before her an oval seed,
and departed again. The woman planted the seed in her yard and when it
came up she recognized the leaf as that of a melon. She made a trellis
for it, and gradually a fruit formed on it, and grew to great size.

Toward the end of the year, the old dame was unable to pay her debts,
and her poverty so weighed upon her that she became ill. Sitting one
day at her door, feverish and tired, she saw that the melon was ripe,
and looked luscious; so she determined to try its unknown quality.
Taking a knife, she severed the melon from its stalk, and was
surprised to hear it chink in her hands. On cutting it in two, she
found it full of silver and gold pieces, with which she paid her debts
and bought supplies for many days.

Among her neighbours was a busybody who craftily found out how the old
woman had so suddenly become rich. Thinking there was no good reason
why she should not herself be equally fortunate, she washed clothes at
the pool, keeping a sharp lookout for birds until she managed to hit
and maim one of a flock that was flitting over the water. She then
took the disabled bird home, and treated it with care till its wing
healed and it flew away. Shortly afterward it came back with a seed in
its beak, laid it before her, and again took flight. The woman quickly
planted the seed, saw it come up and spread its leaves, made a trellis
for it, and had the gratification of seeing a melon form on its
stalk. In prospect of her future wealth, she ate rich food, bought
fine garments, and got so deeply into debt that, before the end of the
year, she was harried by duns. But the melon grew apace, and she was
delighted to find that, as it ripened, it became of vast size, and
that when she shook it there was a great rattling inside. At the end
of the year she cut it down, and divided it, expecting it to be a
coffer of coins; but there crawled out of it two old, lame, hungry
beggars, who told her they would remain and eat at her table as long
as they lived.




_The Iron Casket_


In Bagdad, in the little lane by the Golden Bridge, lived, ages ago, a
merchant named Kalif. He was a quiet, retiring man, who sat early and
late in his little shop, and went but once a year to Mosul or Shiraz,
where he bought embroidered robes in exchange for attar of roses.

On one of these journeys, chancing to have fallen a little in the rear
of his caravan, he heard roarings and trampling of horse's hoofs in
the thicket close by the roadside. Drawing his sword, which he wore on
account of thieves, he entered the thicket. On a little green,
surrounded by trees, he saw a horseman in a light blue mantle and a
turban fastened by a flashing diamond. The horse, an Arab of purest
blood, seemed to have lost its senses. Rearing upright with a piercing
neigh, it struggled vainly to dislodge an enormous panther, which had
fixed its great claws in its flanks. The rider had lost all control
over it; blood and foam poured from its mouth and nostrils. Kalif
sprang boldly out, with a mighty stroke split the panther's skull,
and, flinging away his sword, ran to the horse's head, thereby
enabling the rider to dismount. Having calmed the trembling animal,
the horseman begged his rescuer to follow him.

"I had lost my way in the chase," he said, "and should have fallen a
victim to the panther, if Allah had not sent you to my aid. I will
reward you well for your bravery. Come! let us seek my companions;
there, behind that wood, my camp must be."

"I did what any other would have done in my place," answered Kalif
simply, "and expect no reward. But if you so will it, I will accompany
you to your tents."

The stranger took his horse by the rein, and walked in silence at the
merchant's side till they arrived at an opening in the trees. Here,
surrounded by several smaller ones, stood one large tent of purple
linen. A number of richly clad men threw themselves on their faces
before the new-comer. Then Kalif knew whom he had saved: it was the
Shah himself. He was about to fall at his feet, but the Shah seized
his hand and led him into the tent. Inside, standing on five stools,
were five caskets, the first of gold set with jewels, the second of
gold alone, the third silver, the fourth copper, and the fifth of
iron.

"Choose one of these caskets," said the Shah.

Kalif hesitated. At length he said:

"What I did is not worthy of any reward, but if you will it, O King of
Kings, I will take one of these caskets to remind me of the day when
my eyes were permitted to behold the Light of Asia."

He stooped and took the iron casket.

The Shah started. "Stranger," he said, "your modesty has met with its
own reward. You have chosen the most valuable casket; for, look! the
others are empty, but this one contains two jewels which possess the
magic gift of bestowing undreamed-of power to their owner." He raised
the lid and showed the wondering Kalif the two stones. "This one," he
said, "is a lapis lazuli. Whosoever winds it in the folds of his
turban, to him everything is known that has happened since the world
began, and no secret can be hidden from him. But this stone," and he
took a diamond the size of a dove's egg from the casket, "this stone
brings all the riches he can think of to its owner. He has but to rub
the stone and repeat his wish aloud." He replaced the stones in the
casket, closed the lid, and handed it to the merchant, who thanked the
Shah, hid the treasure in his robes, and hastened to rejoin his
caravan.

Once again in his own house he often looked at the princely gift, and
one day as he was rubbing the lid he noticed an inscription upon it,
that had hitherto been unseen. It ran:--

    "'Tis Allah's will that he who cherishes
    The precious gift that never perishes.
    Shall make the East to bend as low
    As palms that in the whirlwind blow."

Kalif never spoke of his adventure in the Kalaat Mountains, neither
could he ever make up his mind to test the virtue of the stones, being
a frugal man on the one hand, and unwilling to surpass his neighbours
in wisdom on the other. But at length the news of the Shah's rescue by
the merchant reached even Bagdad, together with the account of the
Royal reward, and people jostled one another to call on the merchant
and see with their own eyes the wonderful casket. In consequence Kalif
had more customers in one day than he generally had in ten years, and
his daily receipts testified to the worth of the casket. For many
years he enjoyed the reward of his bravery, and at his death Ali
Haitam, the eldest son, proposed that they should draw lots for the
magic stones. He had great ideas of his own cleverness, and hoped from
the bottom of his heart to win the lapis lazuli. Ali Hassuf, the
second son, whose sole failing was insatiable greed, was quite
agreeable, though in secret he was revolving in his own mind how to
obtain the diamond in case it fell into the hands of the youngest son.
But just as they were about to draw, Abdul Kassim, the youngest son,
said: "Dear brothers, we are three, and there are but two stones. It
would be better, therefore, for one to renounce his claim in order
that no dispute may arise in our hitherto peace-loving family. I am
the youngest, and therefore can have least claim on the stones. Throw
to decide which stone shall fall to each. I resign!"

The other two were delighted and, as it happened, each got the stone
he desired.

"But in order that I may have a keepsake of my dear father," continued
Abdul Kassim, "permit me to take home the casket. It will be of no use
to you, since you have divided the contents."

Ali Hassuf hesitated at first, but finally agreed to Kassim's wish.

The three brothers left the empty house, and went each to seek his
fortune in his own way.

Ali Haitam bought a piece of muslin, folded it into a turban, sewed
the lapis lazuli inside, and fixed it firmly on his head. Then he went
to the bazaar and waited for an influx of wisdom, And see! The power
of the stone set to work and his mind was filled with knowledge! He
knew the origin of all things, and his eyes could see through walls
five feet thick! He passed the Caliph's palace, and he could see that
in the recesses of the cellars were hidden 9,000 sacks of gold, and
that Fatma, the daughter of the Caliph, was the most lovely maiden in
the East; and an idea occurred to him that dazzled him. "How would it
be," he thought, "if I placed my wisdom at the Caliph's disposal,
became his first adviser, and finally married the lovely Fatma?" But
together with this dream came the longing to display to an admiring
crowd some proofs of his wisdom.

He hurried back to the bazaar, mounted the highest steps at the gates,
and cried: "You people of Bagdad, who believe that the sun moves round
the earth, you are ignorant fools and sons of fools! Hear now what I
preach to you. The sun stands still, but the earth moves!"

He intended to continue, but the cries of the bystanders interrupted
him.

"Ali Haitam has gone mad," they cried; "listen to the nonsense he is
talking. Come, let us hold him head first under the lion's mouth at
the spring; that will restore him to reason!"

And one, a fruit dealer, took an orange, and crying, "Ali Haitam is
right, the sun moves just as little as this orange!" flung the orange
at the philosopher on the steps. The juicy fruit knocked the turban
from Ali's head. He stooped to regain it, but in vain. The fruit
dealer's throw was the signal for a general onslaught, so that he was
obliged to take to his heels and fly for home. Dusty and panting he
reached his hut, deeply grieved at the loss of his precious stone, and
furious at the stupidity of the people, who showed so little
understanding of the first principles of science.

The second brother started more cautiously. Since he had but seldom
been farther than the end of the narrow street by the Golden Bridge,
he was not in a position to think of anything very precious to wish
for; he therefore first visited the bazaar and asked the price of
everything he saw. At last he found something that, on account of its
high price, made a great impression on him. It was a Turkish sword
that a cunning jeweller had studded thickly with diamonds on handle
and sheath. The dealer asked fifteen hundred golden coins for it, and
the bystanders stared with open eyes at the man who dared to bargain
for such costly possessions. Just as Ali Hassuf was weighing the
precious sword in his hand, a palanquin was borne through the crowd.
He turned, and through the drawn curtains caught sight of a maiden of
wondrous beauty. When he heard that she was the Caliph's daughter, the
desire awoke in his soul to marry this lovely creature, and it seemed
to him not unlikely that the Caliph would give his daughter to a man
of such note as he would become as the possessor of the magic diamond.
He decided to buy the sword, and, armed with the same, to visit the
Caliph the very next day.

"I shall come again the very first thing to-morrow morning," he said
to the dealer. "I have not quite enough money with me now, but I shall
procure it this evening. I had quite expected," he added boastingly,
"that the sword would be expensive."

He turned and went home, where he saddled the thin ass and hung across
its back two large panniers. When it grew dark he softly drove the
beast through the yard and led it out into the desert. For about an
hour he walked, and in imagination saw himself in possession of all
the glories the talisman would bring him. He had not noticed that he
was followed by three dark forms, who had never lost sight of him
since his visit to the bazaar. He halted by a group of stunted palms,
spread out a large cloth, and with trembling fingers began to rub the
diamond, crying at the same time, "Spirit of the Stone! send me at
once twenty shekels of golden coins!" He waited a moment, and listened
in the darkness, thinking he heard whispering voices. But as all was
silent he repeated his wish for the second and third time. He heard a
noise as of the falling of soft, heavy weights, and, on stooping,
found twenty well-filled sacks. He opened one, and felt inside. And,
truly! it was really gold in bright new coins! With feverish haste he
slung the sacks on the ass's back, and turned its head homeward.
Suddenly he heard once more the same mysterious whisperings, this time
in his immediate neighbourhood. He stood still and listened with
bated breath. He felt himself seized by heavy hands and thrown to the
ground, and saw another form seize the ass. Two men with blackened
faces tore off his turban and robe and left him lying half-naked by
the roadside, after having warned him to keep quiet as to this attack
unless he wished to lose his life. Trembling with fright and rage, he
saw the robbers disappear with his ass in the direction of the
mountain. What pained him most was the loss of his diamond, which he
had concealed in his robe. He reached home, where he lay hidden for
weeks, too ashamed to show himself in the streets or at the bazaar.
But once as he sat on the Golden Bridge fishing, to try and provide
himself with a frugal meal, the weapon-dealer passed him by, and said:
"Well, Ali Hassuf, when are you coming for your sword?"

But sword and Princess were forever lost to Ali Hassuf.

In the meantime, as the two elder brothers were mourning their losses,
Abdul Kassim, the youngest, sat at home in his little house by the
gardens, thinking with regret of his father, and wondering what he
should do to earn himself his daily bread. Before him, on a little
stool, stood the iron casket. There came a knock at the door, and
Micha ben Jahzeel, the Jew, who had lent him money a month or two ago,
walked in. Micha looked grave and said, "Abdul Kassim, times are bad,
and ready money gets scarcer and scarcer. You know I lent you ten
golden coins, and I have come to ask"--his eyes fell on the casket and
he started, but collecting himself, went on: "I have come to tell you
that I am not in an immediate hurry for the return of the loan. If you
like you can keep it, or, as it is hardly worth mentioning, keep it
for some months, or even years if you like. I only wanted to tell you
you needn't trouble about it, there is no hurry at all." He bowed low
to his debtor and withdrew.

Abdul Kassim marvelled at the change in the Jew's manner, but as he
thought of the looks he had cast at the casket he couldn't help
smiling.

On the same evening came his neighbour, the clothes dealer, who had
not visited him for years, "Dear friend," he said, and placed a
bundle on the floor before Kassim, "I have come to entreat your pardon
that my horse should have splashed your robe with mud the other day;
he is a young thing, and is not yet properly broken. I have brought
you a new robe to replace it, which I hope will please you." Then he
withdrew. The young man could not recollect having been splashed by
his neighbour's horse, still less could he account for the generosity
of one who was celebrated for his meanness, in presenting him with
such an elaborately embroidered robe.

Next morning, just as he had put on his new robe, a distant relation
arrived, bringing a magnificently caparisoned horse.

"Dear cousin," he said--formerly he had not even noticed him--"your
appearance grieves me. I feared you were giving way too much to grief
at the loss of your father, and it would give me great pleasure to
cheer you a little. I have ventured to bring you this horse, which is
overcrowding my stable; do me the favour to accept this little gift!"

Abdul Kassim would have refused, but the cousin had hurried away.
There he stood, holding the beautiful animal by the bridle. He could
not resist the temptation to mount him. He swung himself into the
saddle and rode into the town. Every one bowed to him, and many stood
still, saying: "There, I told you so! Abdul Kassim was always the
favorite son, and he has inherited the casket!"

Next morning, as the barber sharpened his razor and began to shave the
Caliph, the latter asked him: "Well, Harmos, what are my subjects
talking about just now?"

The barber bowed to the ground and said: "What should they speak of, O
King of the Faithful, if not of your goodness and wisdom?"

"Of your idiocy, very likely," shouted the Caliph, bored by the
eternal flatteries of the barber. "Tell me, what are the people
talking about?"

"They talk," began Harmos hesitatingly; "they talk of the luck of your
servant, Abdul Kassim, whom they call the wisest and richest of your
subjects."

"Abdul Kassim? I don't even know his name," said the Caliph.

"He is the son and heir of Kalif," continued the barber, more
courageously; "the same Kalif whom the Shah once rewarded with a magic
casket."

He related at length all about the magic stones. The Caliph listened
attentively, dismissed the barber, and sent a message to the Grand
Vizier to come at once. The Vizier came and confirmed the barber's
tale. "Abdul Kassim," he said, "knows everything that goes on in the
world, and whenever he has a wish, all he has to do to fulfil it is to
rub the diamond and say what he wants."

The Caliph grew serious, "Do you think, Vizier, that this man could
usurp my throne? How would it be if I gave him a palace and raised him
to be the husband of my daughter?"

The Grand Vizier agreed to the proposal of his ruler, and undertook
himself to convey to the astounded Abdul Kassim the tidings that the
Commander of the Faithful had given him a palace and awaited his
visit.

The same evening the new favourite of the Caliph packed all his few
belongings on the horse's back, took the iron casket under his arm
and, amid the cheers of the crowd, entered the palace.

A troop of negroes received him and threw themselves at his feet. An
especially gorgeously arrayed slave led him into a room, where a
banquet awaited him. Abdul Kassim had never fared so well in his life.
But he did not forget to praise Allah for his goodness. Next morning
he put on his gorgeous robe, bound on the magnificent sword he found
in the great hall, and rode, accompanied by the negroes, to visit the
Caliph.

The Commander of the Faithful sat on the throne and awaited his
subject, who, when he appeared, was about to throw himself in the dust
at the ruler's feet, but the Caliph descended the three steps of the
throne, and took the young man's hand.

"Are you Abdul Kassim," he said, "son of Kalif, the merchant who lived
by the Golden Bridge?"

"I am he, Caliph," answered Abdul; "permit me to express my thanks
for the palace with which you have endowed your most humble servant."

"I have heard much good of you," said the Caliph, when he had ordered
his suite to retire; "and pray you to show me the magic jewels that
help you to such power and wisdom."

"Of which jewels are you speaking?" asked Abdul Kassim, amazed.

"Well," smiled the Caliph, "which jewels should I mean but those you
have inherited from your father?"

The young man stared. So the Caliph, too, took him for the possessor
of the magic stones? Without reserve he confessed that, to avoid
disputes he had voluntarily retired and left the stones to his
brothers.

"But," said the Caliph, "Micha ben Jahzeel, the Jew, saw the casket in
your house!"

"The casket he may have seen," answered Abdul Kassim; "I begged it of
my brothers in memory of my father."

The Caliph seemed still in doubt. He sent a slave to Abdul Kassim's
palace to bring the casket. The messenger brought it, gave it to the
Caliph, and retired. The Caliph opened the lid and looked inside. It
was in truth empty! His gaze fell on the inscription:--

    "'Tis Allah's will that he who cherishes
    The precious gift that never perishes,
    Shall make the East to bend as low
    As palms that in the whirlwind blow."

He read the verse and looked at the youth. "Abdul Kassim," he said,
"you have jewels in your heart more precious than all the treasures of
the earth. For love of your brothers you gave up the stones, and for
love of your father you have preserved this seemingly worthless
casket. But Allah has blessed you for your virtues and has, by means
of this humble iron casket, raised you to power and wealth. I dare not
refuse to assist you. I will give you the most priceless gift at my
disposal--the hand of my only daughter."

He called the chief overseer of the harem and bade him lead Fatma to
the throne-room. The maiden had passed the night in weeping, for she
had heard that she was to be given in marriage to a strange man. She
shuddered at the thought, for as only child of the Caliph she had been
thoroughly spoiled, and hated the idea of leaving her father's roof.

Abdul Kassim, who until now had been struck utterly dumb with
astonishment, could not refrain from a cry of admiration at the sight
of the lovely Fatma. She seemed to him a hundred times more beautiful
than any description he had heard of her in Bagdad.

In the midst of her grief Fatma retained her woman's curiosity, and on
hearing the youth's voice, cast one glance at him over her father's
shoulder. The first impression seemed not unfavourable. She eyed his
slender form as he stood leaning on his sword, and gradually ceased
her sobbing. She even raised herself and took hold of the Caliph's
arm. "Father," she said, "do with me what you will; not without cause
do the people call you 'The Wise One'."

So Fatma was married to Abdul. But neither she nor any other ever knew
that the iron casket connected with her young lord's rise and power
was empty. The Caliph advised his son-in-law to maintain the deepest
silence as to the absence of the magic jewels.

In the fifth year of their wedded life the Caliph, feeling the weight
of advancing years, abdicated in Abdul Kassim's favour, so the verse
on the casket was fulfilled, and Abdul Kassim reigned many, many years
over Bagdad, the best and wisest ruler who had ever ascended the
throne. Allah's name be praised!




_The Knights of the Fish_


Once upon a time there was a poor cobbler, who, being unable to live
by mending shoes, determined to buy a net and turn fisherman. He went
a-fishing for several days, but could draw up nothing in his net but
old boots and shoes, though few enough of them could he get hold of
when he was a cobbler. At last he thought:

"This is the very last day I will go fishing. If I catch nothing I
will go and hang myself."

He cast his net, and this time he found a fine fish in it. When he had
taken the fish in his hand, it opened its mouth and said to him:

"Take me home to your house; cut me in six pieces and stew me with
salt and pepper, cinnamon and cloves, laurel leaves and mint. Give two
of the pieces to your wife, two to your mare, and the other two to the
plant in the garden."

The cobbler did exactly what the fish had told him to do, such was the
faith he had in its words. And he was duly rewarded, for several
months afterward his wife presented him with two fine boys, and his
mare with two colts, whilst the plant in his garden grew two lances
which, instead of flowers, bore two shields, on which were to be seen
a silver fish on an azure ground.

Everything went on so prosperously that in course of time, one fine
day, might be seen two gallant youths issuing from the cobbler's
house, mounted upon two superb chargers, and bearing slender lances
and brilliant shields.

These two brothers were so much alike that they were known as The
Double Knight; and each of them wishing, as was just, to preserve his
own individuality, they determined to separate and each seek his own
fortune. After embracing affectionately, the one took his way toward
the West, and the other toward the East.

After travelling for some days the first arrived at Madrid, and found
the royal city pouring bitter tears into the pure, sweet waters of her
cherished river, the Manzanares. Everybody was weeping when our
gallant youth arrived at the Spanish capital; he inquired the cause of
this universal lamentation, and was informed that every year a fiery
dragon came and carried off a beautiful maiden, and that this luckless
year the lot had fallen upon their princess, the king's good and
peerless daughter.

The knight at once inquired where the princess was to be found, and
was informed, at about a quarter of a league's distance, where she was
expecting the fiery one to appear and carry her off to his den. Then
the knight started off at once to the place indicated, and found the
princess bathed in tears, and trembling from head to foot.

"Fly away!" cried the princess, when she saw the Knight of the Fish
approach; "fly away, rash one! the monster is coming here, and if he
sees you, heaven help you!"

"I shall not go away," responded the gallant youth, "because I have
come to save you."

"To save me! Is that possible?"

"I am going to see," responded the valiant champion. "Are there any
German merchants in the city?"

"Yes," answered the princess in astonishment; "but why do you ask?"

"You will see," said the knight, and galloped off to the city of
mourning.

He speedily returned with an immense mirror which he had purchased
from a German dealer. This he rested against the trunk of a tree, and
covered it with the princess's veil, placing her in front of it, and
instructing her that when the dragon was near to her she was to pull
off the veil and slip behind the glass. So saying, the knight retired
behind an adjacent wall.

In a little while the fiery dragon appeared, and gradually drew near
to the fair one, eying her with all the insolence and effrontery
possible. When he was quite close, the princess, as she had been
instructed by her champion, withdrew the veil, and slipping behind the
mirror, disappeared from before the eyes of the fiery dragon, which
remained stupefied at finding his amorous glances directed at a dragon
similar to himself. He made a movement; his resemblance did the same.
His eyes sparkled red and brilliant as two rubies; whilst those of his
opponent gleamed like two carbuncles. This increased his fury; he
erected his scales as a porcupine would its quills, and those of his
rival likewise stood up. He opened his tremendous mouth, which would
have been without parallel but for that of his opponent, who, far from
being intimidated, opened an identical one. The dragon dashed
furiously against his intrepid adversary, giving such an awful blow
with his head against the mirror that he was completely stunned; and
as he had broken the glass, and in every piece saw a piece of his own
body, he fancied that with one blow he had dashed his rival to atoms.

The knight availed himself of this moment of confusion and
stupefaction, and dashing forth impetuously from his retreat, with his
good lance deprived the dragon of its life, and would have been ready
to deprive it of a hundred lives had it possessed so many.

The delight and jubilation of the Madrid people may be imagined when
they beheld the Knight of the Fish bearing on his saddle the beautiful
princess, quite uninjured and as lively as a cricket, and the dragon,
fastened by its neck to his sturdy charger, hanging dead and bloodless
behind. It may, also, be readily guessed that after such an
achievement they were unable to reward the gallant knight with
anything but the princess's fair hand; and that they had wedding
festivities, and banquets, and bull fights, and tilting matches, and
all sorts of good things.

Some days after the marriage the Knight of the Fish said to his wife
that he would like to look over the palace, which was so extensive
that it covered a league of ground. They inspected the place together,
and the task occupied them four days. On the fourth day they ascended
the roof, and the knight was struck with amazement at the prospect.
Never had he seen anything like it, nor ever could he have seen its
equal, even if he had visited all Spain and the Empire of Morocco as
well.

"What castle is that?" inquired the Knight of the Fish, "which I see
standing in the distance, so solitary and sombre."

"That," responded the princess, "is the castle of Albastretch; it is
enchanted, and no one is able to undo the enchantment; and no one of
all those who have gone to it has ever been known to return."

The knight listened intently to this, and as he was valiant and
adventurous, on the following morning he mounted his horse, seized his
lance, and set out for the castle.

The castle was enough to set one's hair on end with fright to look at
it; it was darker than a thunder-cloud, and as silent as death. But
the Knight of the Fish knew nothing of fear, save by hearsay, and
never turned his back on foe until he had conquered; so he took his
cornet and blew it lustily. The sound startled all the slumbering
echoes of the castle, so that they repeated it by heart, now nearer
and now farther, sometimes softer and then louder; but no one stirred
in the castle.

"Ah! what a castle!" shouted the knight. "Is there no one to see to a
knight who craves shelter? Is there no governor, nor squire nor even a
groom, to take my horse away?"

"Away! away! away!" clamoured the echoes.

"Why should I go away?" said the Knight of the Fish. "I shall not go
back, no matter how much you sigh!"

"Ay! ay! ay! (_Alas! alas! alas!_)" groaned the echoes.

The knight grasped his spear and struck a loud blow on the door.

Then the portcullis was raised, and in the opening appeared the tip of
an enormous nose, located between the sunken eyes and fallen-in mouth
of an old woman uglier than sin.

"What do you want, impudent disturber?" she inquired, with a cracked
voice.

"To enter," replied the knight. "Are you not able to afford me the
enjoyment of some rest at this hour of the night? Yes or no?"

"No! no! no!" said the echoes.

Here the knight lifted his vizier, because he was warm; and the old
woman, seeing how handsome he was, said to him:

"Come in, handsome youth; you shall be cared for and well looked
after."

"After! after!" warned the echoes; but the knight was fear-less and
entered, the old woman promising that he should fare well.

"Farewell, farewell!" sighed the echoes.

"Go on, old lady," said the knight.

"I am called Lady Berberisca," interposed the old woman, very crossly;
"and I am the mistress of Albastretch."

"Wretch! wretch!" groaned the echoes.

"Won't you be silent, cursed chatterers?" exclaimed Lady Berberisca.
"I am your humble servant," she continued, making a deep curtsey to
the knight, "and if you like I will be your wife, and you shall live
with me here as grand as a Pacha."

"Ha! ha! ha!" laughed the echoes.

"Would you have me marry you? You must be a hundred. You are foolish,
and mad as well."

"Well, well," said the echoes.

"What I want," said the knight, "is the registry of the castle, to
examine and amend."

"Amen! amen!" sighed the echoes.

Lady Berberisca's pride was deeply wounded; she gave a hasty glance at
the Knight of the Fish, and intimating to him that he should follow
her, she showed him over the castle, where he beheld many strange
things, but she did not afford him any opportunity of referring to
them. The wicked old woman took him through an obscure corridor, where
there was a trap-door, into which he fell and disappeared into an
abyss, where his voice was added to the echoes, which were the voices
of many other gallant and accomplished knights, whom the shameless old
Berberisca had punished in the same manner for having despised her
venerable charms.

       *       *       *       *       *

Let us now turn to the other Knight of the Fish, who, after long
travels, arrived at Madrid. As he entered the city gates the
sentinels presented arms, the drums beat the royal march and several
of the palace servitors surrounded him, saying that the princess was
in constant tears through his prolonged absence, fearing that some
misfortune had happened to him in the enchanted castle of Albastretch.

"It is necessary that I should pass for my brother," thought the
knight, "to whom, it would appear, some good fortune has occurred. I
must be quiet, and we shall see what will come to pass."

They carried him almost in triumph to the palace, where he found it
easy to accept all the caresses and congratulations bestowed upon him
by the king and the princess. They were eager to learn about his
adventures, and what he had seen at the castle; but to the princess's
inquiries he answered:

"I am not permitted to say a word about that until after I have been
there once more."

"Are you thinking of revisiting that accursed castle? You are the only
one who has yet returned from it."

"It is unavoidable; I am obliged to go there."

When they retired to rest, the knight placed his sword in the bed.

"Why do you do that?" inquired the princess.

"Because I have sworn not to sleep in a bed until after I have
revisited Albastretch."

And on the following day he mounted his steed and took his way to the
enchanted castle, much fearing that some misfortune had happened to
his brother there. He arrived at the castle, and quickly saw the old
woman's fiery nose appear at the portcullis.

No sooner did she see the knight than she became livid with fright,
for she thought he was the dead knight come to life again. She began
to invoke the object of her devotions, Beelzebub, most devoutly, and
promised him all kinds of gifts if he would take from her view that
vision of flesh and blood, drawn up from the abode of the dead.

"Ancient lady!" cried the recent arrival, "I have come to ask where a
knight is who has been here?"

"Here! here! here!" responded the echoes.

"And what have you done with this knight, so accomplished in all
things, and so skilled?"

"Killed! killed!" groaned the echoes.

On hearing this, and seeing the old hag running off, the Knight of the
Fish, beside himself with rage, ran after her, and pierced her through
with his sword, which remained fast in her body, so that she jumped
about at the point of it like a parched pea in a frying-pan.

"Where is my brother, ugly old traitress?" demanded the knight.

"I can tell you," responded the witch, "but as I am at death's door, I
will not let you know until you have resuscitated me."

"But how can I do this, perfidious witch?"

"Go to the garden," responded the old woman, "cut some evergreens,
everlastings, and dragon's blood; with these plants make a decoction
in a caldron, and then sprinkle some of it over me."

After saying this the old woman died, without uttering a prayer. The
knight did all that the witch instructed him to do, and effectually
resuscitated her, but uglier than ever, for her nose remained deadly
white, and looked like an elephant's tusk. Then she was forced to tell
the knight where his brother was; and down in the abyss he not only
found him, but many other victims of the wicked Berberisca. He
sprinkled them all with the decoction in the caldron, and they were
all brought to life again, and to each person came an echo which had
been his voice; and the first words they all uttered were:

"Accursed witch, merciless Berberisca!"

Then all those gallant knights, and many beautiful ladies whom the
fiery old dragon--who was the witch's son--had carried there, gave
thanks to the Knight of the Fish; and one of the most beautiful of the
ladies gave him her hand; on seeing which, the wicked Berberisca died
again with envy and spite.




_Dapplegrim_


Once on a time there was a rich couple who had twelve sons; but the
youngest, when he was grown up, said he wouldn't stay any longer at
home, but be off into the world to try his luck. His father and mother
said he did very well at home, and had better stay where he was. But
no, he couldn't rest; away he must and would go.

So at last they gave him leave. And when he had walked a good bit, he
came to a king's palace, where he asked for a place, and got it.

Now, the daughter of the king of that land had been carried off into
the hill by a Troll, and the king had no other children; so he and all
his land were in great grief and sorrow, and the king gave his word
that anyone who could set her free should have the Princess and half
the kingdom. But there was no one who could do it, though many tried.

When the lad had been there a year or so, he longed to go home again,
and see his father and mother, and back he went; but when he got home
his father and mother were dead, and his brothers had shared all that
the old people owned between them, so there was nothing left for the
lad.

"Shan't I have anything at all, then, out of father's and mother's
goods?" asked the lad.

"Who could tell you were still alive, when you've been wandering about
so long?" said his brothers. "But all the same there are twelve mares
up on the hill which we haven't yet shared amongst us; if you choose
to take them for your share, you're welcome."

Yes, the lad was quite content; so he thanked his brothers, and went
at once up on the hill, where the twelve mares were out at grass. And
when he got up there he found them; and one of them had along with
her a big dapple-gray foal, which was so sleek that the sun shone from
its coat.

"A fine fellow you are, my little foal," said the lad.

"Yes," said the foal, "but you wait until another year has passed, and
then see how big and sleek I'll be."

So the lad went home again, and when he came back the next year to
look after his foal and mares, the foal was so sleek and fat that the
sun shone from its coat, and it had grown so big the lad had hard work
to mount it.

"Well, it's quite plain I lost nothing by leaving you to graze for a
twelvemonth," said the lad to the yearling, "but now you're big enough
to come along with me."

"No," said the colt, "I must bide here a year longer and then see how
big and sleek I'll be by summer."

Yes, the lad did that; and next year when he went up on the hill to
look after his colt and mares, each mare had her foal, but the dapple
colt was so tall that the lad couldn't reach up to his crest when he
wanted to feel how fat he was; and so sleek he was, too, that his coat
glistened in the sunshine.

"Big and beautiful you were last year, my colt," said the lad, "but
this year you're far grander. There's no such horse in the king's
stable. But now you must come along with me."

"No," said Dapple again, "I must stay here one year more, to eat this
beautiful grass, then just come and look at me when the summer comes."

So again the lad went away home.

But when he went up next year to look after Dapple and the mares, he
was quite astonished. So tall, and stout, and sturdy, he never thought
a horse could be; for Dapple had to lie down before the lad could
bestride him, and it was hard work to climb up even then, although he
lay flat; and his coat was so smooth and sleek that the sunbeams shone
from it as from a looking-glass.

This time Dapple was willing enough to follow the lad, so he jumped up
on his back, and when he came riding home to his brothers, they all
clapped their hands and shouted, for such a horse they had never heard
of or seen before.

"If you will only get me the best shoes you can for my horse, and the
grandest saddle and bridle that are to be found," said the lad, "you
may have my twelve mares that graze up on the hill yonder, and their
twelve foals into the bargain." For you must know that this year every
mare had her foal.

Yes, his brothers were ready to do that, and so the lad got such
strong shoes under his horse that the stones flew high aloft as he
rode away across the hills; and he had a golden saddle and a golden
bridle, which gleamed and glistened a long way off.

"Now we're off to the king's palace," said Dapplegrim--that was his
name; "and mind you ask the king for a good stable and fodder for me."

Yes, the lad said he would mind; he'd be sure not to forget; and when
he rode off from his brothers' house, you may be sure it wasn't long,
with such a horse under him, before he got to the king's palace.

When he came there the king was standing on the steps, and stared and
stared at the man who came riding along.

"Nay, nay," said he, "such a man and such a horse I never saw in all
my life."

But when the lad asked if he could resume his place in the king's
household, the king was so glad he was ready to jump and dance as he
stood on the steps.

There was no reason, the king said, why the lad should not come back.

"Ay," said the lad, "but I must have good stable-room for my horse,
and fodder that one can trust."

Yes, he should have meadow-hay and oats, as much as his horse could
cram, and all the other knights had to lead their steeds out of the
stable that Dapplegrim might stand alone, and have it all to himself.

But it wasn't long before all the others in the king's household began
to be jealous of the lad, and there was no end to the bad things they
would have done to him, if they had only dared. At last they thought
of telling the king that he had been boasting he was man enough to set
the king's daughter free--whom the Troll had long since carried away
into the hill--if he only chose. The king called the lad before him,
and said he had heard what the lad had said, so now he must go and do
it. If he succeeded, the king's daughter and half the kingdom should
be his, and that promise would be faithfully kept; if he didn't, he
should be killed.

The lad kept on saying he never said any such thing; but it was no
good, the king wouldn't even listen to him; and so the end of it was
he was forced to say he'd go and try.

So he went into the stable, down in the mouth and heavy-hearted, and
then Dapplegrim asked him at once why he was in such doleful dumps.

Then the lad told him all, and how he couldn't tell which way to turn,
and he said:

"As for setting the Princess free, that's downright nonsense."

"Oh, but it might be done, perhaps," said Dapplegrim. "But you must
first have me well shod. You must go and ask for ten pounds of iron
and twelve pounds of steel for the shoes; and one smith to hammer and
another to hold."

Yes, the lad did that, and got for answer, "Yes." He got both the iron
and the steel, and the smith, and so Dapplegrim was shod both strong
and well, and off went the lad from the courtyard in a cloud of dust.

But when he came to the hill into which the Princess had been carried,
the pinch was how to get up the steep wall of rock where the Troll's
cave was in which the Princess had been hid. For you must know the
hill stood straight up and down right on end, as upright as a house
wall, and as smooth as a sheet of glass.

The first time the lad went at it he got a little way up; but then
Dapple's forelegs slipped, and down they went again, with a sound like
thunder on the hill.

The second time he rode at it he got some way further up; but then one
foreleg slipped, and down they went with a crash like a landslip.

But the third time Dapple said:

"Now we must show our mettle," and went at it again till the stones
flew heaven-high about them, and so they got up.

Then the lad rode right into the cave at full speed, and caught up
the Princess, and threw her over his saddle-bow, and out and down
again before the Troll had time even to get on his legs; and so the
Princess was freed.

When the lad came back to the palace the king was both happy and glad
to get his daughter back, that you may well believe; but somehow or
other, though I don't know how, the others about the court had so
brought it about that the king was angry with the lad after all.

"Thanks you shall have for freeing my Princess," said he to the lad,
when he brought the Princess into the hall and made his bow.

"She ought to be mine as well as yours; for you're a word-fast man, I
hope," said the lad.

"Ay, ay!" said the king, "have her you shall, since I said it, but
first of all you must make the sun shine into my palace hall."

Now you must know there was a high, steep ridge of rock close outside
the windows, which threw such a shade over the hall that never a
sunbeam shone into it.

"That wasn't in our bargain," answered the lad; "but I suppose I must
do what you command. I must e'en go and try my luck, for the Princess
I must and will have."

So down he went to Dapple, and told him what the king wanted; and
Dapplegrim thought it might easily be done, but first of all he must
be newly shod; and for that, ten pounds of iron and twelve pounds of
steel besides were needed; and two smiths, one to hammer and the other
to hold, and then they'd soon get the sun to shine into the palace
hall.

So when the lad asked for all these things, he got them at once--the
king couldn't say nay for very shame; and so Dapplegrim got new shoes,
and such shoes! Then the lad jumped upon his back, and off they went
again; and for every leap that Dapplegrim gave, down sank the ridge
fifteen feet into the earth, and so they went on till there was
nothing left of the ridge for the king to see.

When the lad got back to the king's palace, he asked the king if the
Princess was not his now; for now no one could say that the sun didn't
shine into the hall. But then the others whispered to the king again,
and he answered that the lad should have her, of course; he had never
thought of anything else; but first of all he must get as grand a
horse for the bride to ride on to church as the bridegroom had
himself.

The lad said the king hadn't spoken a word about this before, and that
he thought he had now fairly earned the Princess; but the king held to
his own; and more, if the lad couldn't do that he should lose his
life; that was what the king said. So the lad went down to the stable
in doleful dumps, as you may well fancy, and there he told Dapplegrim
all about it; how the king had laid that task upon him, to find the
bride as good a horse as the bridegroom had himself, else he would
lose his life.

"But that's not so easy," he said, "for your match isn't to be found
in the wide world."

"Oh, yes, I have a match," said Dapplegrim; "but he lives a long way
from here, and rules over a great country. Still, we'll try. And now
you must go up to the king and ask for new shoes for me, ten pounds of
iron and twelve pounds of steel; and two smiths, one to hammer and one
to hold; and mind you see that the points and ends of those shoes are
sharp; and twelve sacks of rye, and twelve sacks of barley, and twelve
roasted oxen we must have with us; and mind, we must have the twelve
ox-hides, with twelve hundred spikes driven into each; and, let me
see, a big tar-barrel--that's all we want."

So the lad went up to the king and asked for all that Dapplegrim
required, and the king again thought he couldn't say nay, for shame's
sake, and so the lad got all he wanted.

Well, he jumped up on Dapplegrim's back, and rode away from the
palace, and when he had ridden far over hill and heath, Dapple asked:

"Do you hear anything?"

"Yes, I hear an awful hissing and rustling up in the air," said the
lad; "I think I'm getting afraid."

"That's all the wild birds that fly through the wood. They are sent to
stop us; but just cut a hole in the corn sacks, and then they'll have
so much to do with the corn, they'll forget us, quite."

Yes, the lad did that; he cut holes in the corn sacks, so that the
rye and the barley ran out on all sides. Then all the wild birds came
flying round them so thick that the sunbeams grew dark, but as soon as
they saw the corn they couldn't keep to their purpose, but flew down
and began to pick and scratch at the rye and barley; and after that
they began to fight amongst themselves. As for Dapplegrim and the lad,
they forgot all about them, and did them no harm.

So the lad rode on and on--far, far over mountain and dale, over
sand-hills and moor. Then Dapplegrim began to prick up his ears again,
and at last he asked the lad if he heard anything.

"Yes, now I hear such an ugly rushing and howling in the wood all
round, it makes me quite afraid."

"Ah!" said Dapplegrim, "that's all the wild beasts that range through
the wood, and they're sent out to stop us. But just cast out the
twelve carcasses of the oxen; that will give them enough to do, and so
they'll forget us outright."

Yes, the lad cast out the carcasses, and then all the wild beasts in
the wood--bears and wolves and lions--came after them. But when they
saw the carcasses, they began to fight for them amongst themselves,
till blood flowed in streams; but Dapple and the lad they quite
forgot.

So the lad rode far away, and they changed the landscape many, many
times, for Dapplegrim didn't let the grass grow under him, as you may
imagine. At last Dapple gave a great neigh.

"Do you hear anything?" he said.

"Yes, I hear something like a colt neighing loudly a long, long way
off," answered the lad.

"That's a full-grown colt, then," said Dapplegrim, "if we hear him
neigh so loud such a long way off."

After that they travelled a good bit, changing the landscape once or
twice, maybe. Then Dapplegrim gave another neigh.

"Now listen, and tell me if you hear anything," he said.

"Yes, now I hear a neigh like a full-grown horse," answered the lad.

"Ay, ay!" said Dapplegrim, "you'll hear him once again soon, and then
you'll hear he's got a voice of his own."

So they travelled on and on, and changed the landscape once or twice,
perhaps, and then Dapplegrim neighed the third time; but before he
could ask the lad if he heard anything, something gave such a neigh
across the heathery hillside, the lad thought hill and rock would
surely be rent asunder.

"Now he's here!" said Dapplegrim; "make haste, now, and throw the
ox-hides, with the spikes in them, over me, and throw down the
tar-barrel on the plain; then climb up into that great spruce-fir
yonder. When it comes, fire will flash out of both nostrils, and then
the tar-barrel will catch fire. Now, mind what I say. If the flame
rises, I win; if it falls, I lose; but if you see me winning, take and
cast the bridle--you must take it off me--over its head, and then it
will be tame enough."

So just as the lad had done throwing the ox-hides, with the spikes,
over Dapplegrim, and had cast down the tar-barrel on the plain, and
had got well up into the spruce-fir, up galloped a horse, with fire
flashing out of its nostrils, and the flame caught the tar-barrel at
once. Then Dapplegrim and the strange horse began to fight till the
stones flew heaven-high. They fought and bit and kicked, both with
fore feet and hind feet, and sometimes the lad could see them, and
sometimes he couldn't; but at last the flame began to rise; for
wherever the strange horse kicked or bit, he met the spiked hides, and
at last he had to yield.

When the lad saw that, he wasn't long getting down from the tree and
in throwing the bridle over its head, and then it was so tame you
could hold it with a pack-thread.

And what do you think--that horse was dappled, too, and so like
Dapplegrim, you couldn't tell which was which. Then the lad bestrode
the new Dapple he had won, and rode home to the palace, and old
Dapplegrim ran loose by his side. So when he got home, there stood the
king out in the yard.

"Can you tell me, now," said the lad, "which is the horse I have
caught and broken, and which is the one I had before? If you can't, I
think your daughter is fairly mine."

Then the king went and looked at both Dapples, high and low, before
and behind, but there wasn't a hair on one which wasn't on the other
as well.

"No," said the king, "that I can't; and since you've got my daughter
such a grand horse for her wedding, you shall have her with all my
heart. But still we'll have one trial more, just to see whether you're
fated to have her. First, she shall hide herself twice, and then you
shall hide yourself twice. If you can find out her hiding-place, and
she can't find out yours, why, then, you're fated to have her, and so
you shall have her."

"That's not in the bargain, either," said the lad; "but we must try,
since it must be so;" and so the Princess went off to hide herself
first.

So she turned herself into a duck, and lay swimming on a pond that was
close to the palace. But the lad only ran down to the stable, and
asked Dapplegrim what she had done with herself.

"Oh, you only need take your gun," said Dapplegrim, "and go down to
the brink of the pond, and aim at the duck which lies swimming about
there, and she'll soon show herself."

So the lad snatched his gun and ran off to the pond.

"I'll just take a pop at this duck," he said, and began to aim at it.

"Nay, nay, dear friend, don't shoot. It's I," said the Princess.

So he found her once.

The second time the Princess turned herself into a loaf of bread, and
laid herself on the table amongst four other loaves; and so like was
she to the others, no one could say which was which.

But the lad went again down to the stable to Dapplegrim, and said how
the Princess had hidden herself again, and he couldn't tell at all
what had become of her.

"Oh, just take and sharpen a good bread-knife," said Dapplegrim, "and
do as if you were going to cut in two the third loaf on the left hand
of those four loaves which are lying on the dresser in the king's
kitchen, and you'll find her soon enough."

Yes, the lad was down in the kitchen in no time, and began to sharpen
the biggest bread-knife he could lay his hands on; then he caught
hold of the third loaf on the left hand, and put the knife to it, as
though he were going to cut it in two.

"I'll just have a slice off this loaf," he said.

"Nay, dear friend," said the Princess, "don't cut. It's I."

So he found her twice.

Then he was to go and hide but he and Dapplegrim had settled it so
well beforehand, it wasn't easy to find him. First he turned himself
into a fly, and hid himself in Dapplegrim's left nostril; and the
Princess went about hunting for him everywhere, high and low. At last
she wanted to go into Dapplegrim's stall, but he began to bite and
kick, so that she daren't go near him, and so she couldn't find the
lad.

"Well," she said, "since I cannot find you, you must show where you
are yourself;" and in a trice the lad stood there on the stable floor.

The second time Dapplegrim told him just what to do; and then he
turned into a clod of earth, and stuck himself between Dapple's hoof
and shoe on the near forefoot. So the Princess hunted up and down, out
and in, everywhere; at last she came into the stable, and wanted to go
into Dapplegrim's loose box. This time he let her come up to him, and
she pried high and low, but under his heels she couldn't come, for he
stood firm as a rock on his feet, and so she couldn't find the lad.

"Well, you must just show yourself, for I'm sure I can't find you,"
said the Princess, and as she spoke the lad stood by her side on the
stable floor.

"Now you are mine indeed," said the lad; "for now you can see I'm
fated to have you." This he said both to the father and daughter.

"Yes; it is so fated," said the king; "so it must be."

Then everything was made ready for the wedding with great splendour
and promptitude; and the lad got on Dapplegrim, and the Princess on
Dapplegrim's match, and then you may guess they were not long on their
way to church.




_The Hermit_


In the reign of King Moabdar there lived at Babylon a young man named
Zadig. He was handsome, rich, and naturally good-hearted; and at the
moment when this story opens, he was travelling on foot to see the
world, and to learn philosophy and wisdom. But, hitherto, he had
encountered so much misery, and endured so many terrible disasters,
that he had become tempted to rebel against the will of Heaven, and to
believe that the Providence which rules the world neglects the good
and lets the evil prosper. In this unhappy spirit he was one day
walking on the banks of the Euphrates, when he chanced to meet a
venerable hermit, whose snowy beard descended to his girdle, and who
carried in his hand a scroll which he was reading with attention.
Zadig stopped, and made him a low bow. The hermit returned the
salutation with an air so kindly, and so noble, that Zadig felt a
curiosity to speak to him. He inquired what scroll was that which he
was reading.

"It is the Book of Destiny," replied the hermit; "would you like to
read it?"

He handed it to Zadig; but the latter, though he knew a dozen
languages, could not understand a word of it. His curiosity increased.

"You appear to be in trouble," said the kindly hermit.

"Alas!" said Zadig, "I have cause to be so."

"If you will allow me," said the hermit, "I will accompany you.
Perhaps I may be useful to you. I am sometimes able to console the
sorrowful."

Zadig felt a deep respect for the appearance, the white beard, and the
mysterious scroll of the old hermit, and perceived that his
conversation was that of a superior mind. The old man spoke of
destiny, of justice, of morality, of the chief good of life, of human
frailty, of virtue, and of vice, with so much power and eloquence,
that Zadig felt himself attracted by a kind of charm, and besought the
hermit not to leave him until they should return to Babylon.

"I ask you the same favour," said the hermit. "Promise me that,
whatever I may do, you will keep me company for several days."

Zadig gave the promise; and they set forth together.

That night the travellers arrived at a grand mansion. The hermit
begged for food and lodging for himself and his companion. The porter,
who might have been mistaken for a prince, ushered them in with a
contemptuous air of welcome. The chief servant showed them the
magnificent apartments; and they were then admitted to the bottom of
the table, where the master of the mansion did not condescend to cast
a glance at them. They were, however, served with delicacies in
profusion, and, after dinner, washed their hands in a golden basin set
with emeralds and rubies. They were then conducted for the night into
a beautiful apartment; and the next morning, before they left the
castle, a servant brought them each a piece of gold.

"The master of the house," said Zadig, as they went their way,
"appears to be a generous man, although a trifle haughty. He practises
a noble hospitality." As he spoke he perceived that a kind of large
pouch which the hermit carried appeared singularly distended; within
it was the golden basin, set with precious stones, which the old man
had purloined. Zadig was amazed; but he said nothing.

At noon the hermit stopped before a little house, in which lived a
wealthy miser, and once more asked for hospitality. An old valet in a
shabby coat received them very rudely, showed them into the stable,
and set before them a few rotten olives, some moldy bread, and beer
which had turned sour. The hermit ate and drank with as much content
as he had shown the night before; then, addressing the old valet, who
had kept his eye upon them to make sure that they stole nothing, he
gave him the two gold pieces which they had received that morning,
and thanked him for his kind attention. "Be so good," he added, "as
to let me see your master."

The astonished valet showed them in.

"Most mighty signor," said the hermit, "I can only render you my
humble thanks for the noble manner in which you have received us. I
beseech you to accept this golden basin as a token of my gratitude."

The miser almost fell backwards with amazement. The hermit, without
waiting for him to recover, set off with speed with his companion.

"Holy Father," said Zadig, "what does all this mean? You seem to me to
resemble other men in nothing. You steal a golden basin set with
jewels from a signor who receives you with magnificence, and you give
it to a curmudgeon who treats you with indignity."

"My son," replied the hermit, "this mighty lord, who only welcomes
travellers through vanity, and to display his riches, will henceforth
grow wiser, while the miser will be taught to practise hospitality. Be
amazed at nothing, and follow me."

Zadig knew not whether he was dealing with the most foolish or the
wisest of all men. But the hermit spoke with such ascendancy that
Zadig, who, besides, was fettered by his promise, had no choice except
to follow him.

That night they came to an agreeable house, of simple aspect, and
showing signs neither of prodigality nor avarice. The owner was a
philosopher, who had left the world, and who studied peacefully the
rules of virtue and of wisdom, and who yet was happy and contented. He
had built this calm retreat to please himself, and he received the
strangers in it with a frankness which displayed no sign of
ostentation. He conducted them himself to a comfortable chamber, where
he made them rest awhile; then he returned to lead them to a dainty
little supper. During their conversation they agreed that the affairs
of this world are not always regulated by the opinions of the wisest
men, but the hermit still maintained that the ways of Providence are
wrapped in mystery, and that men do wrong to pass judgment on a
universe of which they only see the smallest part. Zadig wondered how
a person who committed such mad acts could reason so correctly.

At length, after a conversation as agreeable as instructive, the host
conducted the two travellers to their apartment, and thanked Heaven
for sending him two visitors so wise and virtuous. He offered them
some money, but so frankly that they could not feel offended. The old
man declined, and desired to say farewell, as he intended to depart
for Babylon at break of day. They therefore parted on the warmest
terms, and Zadig, above all, was filled with kindly feelings toward so
amiable a man.

When the hermit and himself were in their chamber, they spent some
time in praises of their host. At break of day the old man woke his
comrade.

"We must be going," he remarked. "But while every one is still asleep,
I wish to leave this worthy man a pledge of my esteem." With these
words he took a torch and set the house on fire.

Zadig burst forth into cries of horror, and would have stopped the
frightful act. But the hermit, by superior strength, drew him away.
The house was in a blaze; and the old man, who was now a good way off
with his companion, looked back calmly at the burning pile.

"Heaven be praised!" he cried, "our kind host's house is destroyed
from top to bottom."

At these words Zadig knew not whether he should burst out laughing,
call the reverend father an old rascal, knock him down, or run away.
But he did neither. Still subdued by the superior manner of the
hermit, he followed him against his will to their next lodging.

This was the dwelling of a good and charitable widow, who had a nephew
of fourteen, her only hope and joy. She did her best to use the
travellers well; and the next morning she bade her nephew guide them
safely past a certain bridge, which, having recently been broken, had
become dangerous to cross over. The youth, eager to oblige them, led
the way.

"Come," said the hermit, when they were half across the bridge, "I
must show my gratitude toward your aunt;" and as he spoke he seized
the young man by the hair and threw him into the river. The youth
fell, reappeared for an instant on the surface, and then was swallowed
by the torrent.

"Oh, monster!" exclaimed Zadig, "ah, most detestable of men--"

"You promised me more patience," interrupted the old man. "Listen!
Beneath the ruins of that house which Providence saw fit to set on
fire, the owner will discover an enormous treasure; while this young
man, whose existence Providence cut short, would have killed his aunt
within a year, and you yourself in two."

"Who told you so, barbarian?" cried Zadig; "and even if you read the
issue in your Book of Destiny, who gave you power to drown a youth who
never injured you?"

While he spoke, he saw that the old man had a beard no longer, and
that his face had become fair and young; his hermit's frock had
disappeared; four white wings covered his majestic form, and shone
with dazzling lustre.

"Angel of heaven," cried Zadig, "you are then descended from the skies
to teach an erring mortal to submit to the eternal laws."

"Men," replied the angel Jezrael, "judge all things without knowledge;
and you, of all men, most deserved to be enlightened. The world
imagines that the youth who has just perished fell by chance into the
water, and that by a like chance the rich man's house was set on fire.
But there is no such thing as chance; all is trial, or punishment, or
foresight. Feeble mortal, cease to argue and rebel against what you
ought to adore!"

As he spoke these words the angel took his flight to heaven, and Zadig
fell upon his knees.




_The Watch-tower Between Earth and Heaven_[5]


Once upon a time there was a King who had three sons and one daughter.
He kept the daughter in a cage and guarded her as the eyes in his
head.

[Footnote 5: From "The Russian Grandmother's Wonder Tales." Copyright,
1906, by Charles Scribner's Sons.]

When the maiden was grown up she begged her father one evening to let
her go out and take a walk before the castle with her brothers. The
father consented, but hardly was she out of the door when suddenly a
Dragon came swooping down from the sky, seized the maiden from among
her brothers, and carried her away with him high into the clouds.

The brothers rushed headlong back to their father, told him of their
misfortune, and begged permission to go and seek their stolen sister.
The father consented, gave them each a horse and everything needful
for a journey, and they set out.

After many wanderings they came across a watch-tower which stood
neither on earth nor in heaven. When they reached the place it
occurred to them that their sister might be within, and they at once
began to take counsel among themselves as to how they should reach it.

After long consultation they decided to kill one of their horses, cut
his skin into a long strap, fasten the end to an arrow, and shoot it
up into some place in the watch-tower where it would hold securely.
Then they could easily climb up. The two younger brothers asked the
eldest to sacrifice his horse, but he would not; nor would the second
brother. So the youngest brother slew his horse, cut the hide into a
long strap, bound one end to his arrow, and with his bow shot it up
into the tower.

But now, when it came to climbing up by the strap, the eldest and
second brothers declined, whereupon the youngest undertook the
adventure. Arriving at the tower, he went from room to room, until at
last he came to one where he saw his sister sitting, with the Dragon's
head in her lap, the Dragon being fast asleep.

When the sister perceived her brother she was greatly terrified, and
softly entreated him to flee before the Dragon should awake. This he
would not do, but seized his cudgel, struck out boldly, and dealt the
Dragon a heavy blow upon the head. The Dragon, without awaking, put
his hand up to the spot, murmuring, "Something hit me right here."

As he said this the Prince fetched him a second blow upon the head,
and again the Dragon murmured, "Something hit me here." But now, as
the brother made ready to strike a third time, the sister made a sign
showing the Dragon's vulnerable spot; and the brother, giving a
powerful blow, killed him as dead as a mouse.

Then the Princess pushed him from her, flew into her brother's arms,
and smothered him with kisses. After this she took him by the hand and
began to lead him through all the rooms. First she led him into a room
in which a black fox, with a harness of pure silver, was standing
before a manger. Then she led him into another room, where a white
horse, with a harness of pure gold, stood before another manger.
Finally she led him into a third room, where a brown horse stood
before a manger, his harness all studded with diamonds.

When they had gone through these rooms, the sister led her brother
into a chamber where a maiden sat before a golden embroidery frame,
working with golden threads. From this room she led him into another,
where a second maiden was spinning gold thread, and at last into a
room where a third maiden was stringing pearls, while at her feet a
golden hen, with a brood of chickens, was picking up pearls from a
golden basin.

When they had gone through all these rooms and seen all they wanted to
see, they went back into the room where the dead Dragon lay, dragged
him out, and threw him head-foremost down to the earth. When the other
brothers saw him they were almost convulsed with terror. But now the
youngest brother let down to them first their sister and then the
three maidens, one after another, each with her work. As he let them
down he allotted one to each of his brothers, and when he let down the
third, that is, the one with the hen and chickens, he reserved her to
himself.

But his brothers, filled with envy because he was the hero who had
discovered all these things and rescued their sister, cut the strap to
make it impossible for him to return. Then they rode away, and coming
upon a shepherd boy with his sheep, they dressed him like their
brother and brought him home to their father, forbidding their sister
and the maidens, with fearful threats, under any circumstances to
reveal the secret.

After a time word came to the youngest brother in the tower that his
brothers and the shepherd were about to marry those three maidens. On
the day appointed for the eldest brother's wedding he mounted the
white horse and flew down into the midst of the wedding-guests just as
they were leaving the church, and struck his brother lightly upon the
back with his club. The brother fell from his horse and the other flew
back to his watch-tower.

When the second brother's wedding-day came he again flew down upon his
steed, gave the second brother a blow upon the back, so that he fell
from his horse, and again flew away. But when he at last heard that
the shepherd was about to marry the third maiden he again mounted his
steed, flew among the wedding-guests just as they were coming out of
the church, and dealt the bridegroom such a blow upon the head with
his club that the fellow lay dead upon the spot.

In a trice the Prince was surrounded by the wedding-guests, who were
determined that he should not escape this time. He made no attempt to
do so, however, but remained where he was, made himself known as the
King's youngest son, revealed the trick his brothers had played upon
him by means of the shepherd, and told how they had left him in the
watch-tower where he had found his sister and killed the Dragon.

His sister and the maidens bore witness to the truth of his story, and
when the King heard all this he banished the two elder brothers from
his presence, married the youngest to the maiden of his choice, and
decreed that he should be heir to the throne after his own decease.




_The Lucky Coin_


Many years ago there lived in a hermitage a holy monk. From all the
villages around, the people, mostly poor labourers, were in the habit
of coming to him on Sundays and festivals to hear him say mass for
them. These good people used to bring little offerings of food for the
support of the hermit during the week.

One Sunday, after his congregation had departed, the monk perceived a
man, laden with traps and nets for catching birds, crossing the field
before the hermitage. The good monk went out to him.

"Where do you come from?" he inquired; "and what are you going to do,
my son?"

"I live some miles from here, good father," he replied, "and I have
borrowed a few nets and traps to try to catch some doves to sell, so
as to get a little butter for our bread; for with that and a draught
of water from the spring my wife and I are satisfied; or else to get
some work to do, that I may earn enough for our support, for we have
neither bread nor a single farthing to buy it."

The hermit took the man into his hermitage, and gave him the little
offerings of food which had been brought that morning by the
villagers, leaving Providence to provide for his own simple wants.

"Brother," he said, "take this for yourself and your wife; and if you
want money I will give you some. But you must first tell me which you
choose, to earn a single coin honestly, or a hundred, dishonestly."

The poor man hesitated, for great was the temptation.

"I will consult with my wife," he said at last, "and return to-morrow
to inform you."

With the food in his hands he returned to his miserable home, where he
and his wife made an excellent meal, for which they returned thanks to
Heaven. They then consulted together about the money, and, though the
temptation was great to take the hundred coins, yet, being God-fearing
folks, they decided upon taking the one coin honestly acquired and let
alone the hundred.

The man accordingly returned to the hermit, and told him what they had
decided.

The good monk gave him two half _reals_.

"Take this money," he said; "and may Heaven prosper you."

Full of joy, the man departed. But on the road home, in a solitary
spot, he encountered two lads fighting desperately; they were dealing
each other terrible blows, and blood was streaming down their faces.
The man rushed up to separate them, but all his efforts only served to
make them fiercer.

"Why do you fight like this?" he cried.

"We are fighting for that stone," replied one of the lads; "I saw it
first!"

"No, you didn't," replied the other; "it was I, and it belongs to me!"
and once more they fell to blows more desperate than before.

The poor man, fearing that the quarrel might end fatally, cried out to
them--

"Here, take each of you one of these coins, and let alone the stone;
it is of no value, for it is no bigger than a walnut. And be off with
you!"

The lads were glad to take the money, and ran away, thinking
themselves lucky to make so good a bargain.

His wife was at the cottage door impatiently awaiting her husband.
Great was her disappointment when all he brought her was a stone.

"Well, to be sure!" she cried, after he had recounted what had taken
place, "I _am_ disappointed." And, taking the little stone, she threw
it into a corner of the room.

"Dear wife," replied the man, "do not take it so to heart. The money
was spent in a good work; in making peace between the children of our
neighbours."

His wife at length became more reconciled to the loss, considering
that after all he had done right to make peace between their
neighbours' sons at any cost. Not many minutes after, the parents of
the two lads came to thank the man for having separated the boys. They
also thanked him for the money he had given to the boys, for they knew
he sorely needed it himself. Each of the parents gave him a present
for his friendly service; and from that day they always treated him
most kindly, and often gave him little jobs to do, so that the poor
couple never wanted bread.

Not long afterwards, it happened that the King's Ambassador passed
that way, with a great retinue of officials, secretaries, and
servitors; and it fell out that, night coming on, the Ambassador
decided upon taking his quarters in the village.

The village inns were small, and could not afford accommodation for so
large a retinue, and the various cottagers were asked to take in one
or more of the servants. Among those who gave lodgings to the retinue
were our good couple, who took in a lodger, for whom they were paid
handsomely. The wife quickly prepared a clean, tidy bed, and did her
best to make things comfortable.

The guest, being tired, was soon fast asleep. Toward morning he awoke,
and was surprised to see the chamber bathed in a resplendent light.
Knowing well that the people of the house could not afford a lamp or
candles, he arose to find out whence proceeded this unusual
brilliancy. Great was his astonishment to find that it proceeded from
a small stone in the corner of the room, which, as the sun struck on
it, sent out rays of vivid light. He took up the stone, and, believing
it to be of great value, took it to the Ambassador.

When the nobleman examined the stone, he admired it greatly, and
desired its owner to be sent for in order to learn all particulars
about it.

"Please, your Excellency," said the poor man, "it is of no use to us,
and if it pleases you, take it, for it cost me only a small coin"; and
he proceeded to relate how it had come into his possession.

The Ambassador drew forth a heavy bag of money, and taking out a
handful of gold pieces, gave them to the man.

"My good fellow," he said, "since you offer me the stone, I accept it
gladly; but as I am leaving the kingdom, and my expenses are very
heavy, I cannot give you all that it is worth. If it please Heaven, I
will return this way, and I will pay you then."

The poor man did not like to accept so much gold for what he judged to
be a worthless stone; but on the nobleman's entreaty he took the
money, and ran back to his wife, full of joy at his good fortune. Both
husband and wife then went at once to the hermit to recount to him all
that had taken place, and to offer him a tenth of the money. This he
refused to take, but bade them return to the village and distribute it
in alms to the poor. They returned to the village accordingly and did
as the monk had bidden them. They also gave part of the money to the
parents of the lads who had fought so desperately for the possession
of the stone. The rest the man spent in purchasing a piece of land.

This little plot of ground proved very fertile, and whatever the owner
planted produced a hundredfold. His trees were borne down by the
weight of the fruit, which always fetched a good price.

Years passed ere the Ambassador returned from the foreign country,
where he had gained high honours and wealth. On passing the village
again where he had obtained the stone, he inquired for the good man,
and was told how he had prospered with the money he had given him, and
that he was now a person of importance.

On arriving at the Court of his sovereign he recounted to the King all
that had taken place. The King was greatly pleased with the history of
the honestly earned coin, and had the stone valued by the first
jewellers of the kingdom, who all pronounced it to be a singularly
valuable gem. A large sum was given to the Ambassador for it, and he
was loaded with distinctions and honours. The nobleman, wishing to
show his gratitude for the honours conferred on him, sent handsome
presents to the good man and his wife.

And so it came to pass that they who had been honest were now
prosperous as well.




_The Jackal, the Barber and the Brahmin_


A barber and a Jackal once struck up a great friendship, which might
have continued to this day, had not the Jackal been so clever that the
Barber never felt quite on equal terms with him, and suspected his
friend of playing him many tricks. But this he was not able to prove.

One day the Jackal said to the Barber, "It would be a nice thing for
us to have a garden of our own, in which we might grow as many
cucumbers, pumpkins and melons as we like. Why should we not buy one?"

The Barber answered, "Very well; here is money. Do you go and buy us a
garden." So the Jackal took the Barber's money, and with it bought a
fine garden, in which were cucumbers, pumpkins, melons, figs, and many
other good fruits and vegetables. And he used to go there every day
and feast to his heart's content. When, however, the Barber said to
him, "What is the garden like which you bought with the money I gave
you?" he answered, "There are very fine plants in it, but there is no
fruit upon them; when the fruit is ripe I will let you know." This
reply satisfied the Barber, who inquired no further at that time.

A little while afterward, the Barber again asked the Jackal about the
garden, saying, "I see you go down to that garden every day; is the
fruit getting ripe?"

"Oh dear no, not yet," answered the Jackal; "why, the plants are only
just coming into blossom."

But all this time there was a great deal of fruit in the garden, and
the Jackal went there every day and ate as much as he could.

Again, a third time, when some weeks had passed, the Barber said to
him, "Is there no ripe fruit in our garden yet?"

"No," said the Jackal; "the blossoms have only just fallen, but the
fruit is forming. In time we shall have a fine show of melons and figs
there."

Then the Barber began to think the Jackal was deceiving him, and
determined to see and judge for himself. So next day, without saying
anything about it, he followed him down to the garden.

Now it happened that very day the Jackal had invited all his friends
to come and feast there. All the animals in the neighbouring jungle
had accepted the invitation; there they came trooping by hundreds and
dozens, and were very merry indeed--running here and there, and eating
all the melons and cucumbers and figs and pumpkins in the place.

The Barber peeped over the hedge, and saw the assembled wild beasts,
and his friend the Jackal entertaining them--talking to this one,
laughing with that, and eating with all. The good man did not dare to
attack the intruders, as they were many and powerful. But he went home
at once, very angry, muttering to himself, "I'll be the death of that
young jackanapes; he shall play no more pranks in my garden." And,
watching his opportunity, he returned there when the Jackal and all
his friends had left, and tied a long knife to the largest of the
cucumbers that still remained; then he went home and said nothing of
what he had seen.

Early next morning the Jackal thought to himself, "I'll just run down
to the garden and see if there are no cucumbers or melons left." So he
went there, and, picking out the largest of the cucumbers, began to
eat it. Quick as thought, the long knife, that was concealed by the
cucumber leaves, ran into him, cutting his muzzle, his neck and his
side.

"Ah, that nasty Barber!" he cried; "this must be his doing!" And
instead of going home, he ran as fast as he could, very far, far, away
into the jungle, and stretching himself out on a great flat rock,
prepared to die.

But he did not die. Only for three whole days the pain in his neck and
side was so great that he could not move; moreover, he felt very weak
from loss of blood.

At the end of the third day he tried to get up, but his own blood had
sealed him to the stone! He endeavoured to move it by his struggles,
but could not succeed. "Oh dear! oh dear!" he murmured; "to think that
I should recover from my wound, only to die such a horrible death as
this! Ah, me! here is the punishment of dishonesty!" And, having said
this, he began to weep. It chanced, however, that the god of Rain
heard his lamentations, and taking pity on the unfortunate animal, he
sent a kindly shower, which, wetting the stone, effected his release.

No sooner was the Jackal set free than he began to think what he could
do to earn a livelihood, since he did not dare return to the Barber's
house. It was not long before a feasible plan struck him: all around
was the mud made by the recent rain; he placed a quantity of it in a
small chattee, covered the top over carefully with leaves (as people
do jars of fresh butter), and took it into a neighbouring village to
sell.

At the door of one of the first houses to which he came stood a woman,
to whom the Jackal said, "Mahi, here is butter--beautiful fresh
butter! won't you buy some fresh butter?"

She answered, "Are you sure it is quite fresh? Let me see it."

But he replied, "It is perfectly fresh; but if you open the chattee
now, it will be all spoiled by the time you want it. If you like to
buy it, you may take it; if not, I will sell it to some one else."

The woman did want some fresh butter, and the chattee the Jackal
carried on his head was carefully fastened up, as if what it contained
was of the best; and she knew if she opened it, it might spoil before
her husband returned home; besides, she thought, if the Jackal had
intended to deceive her, he would have been more pressing in asking
her to buy it. So she said, "Very well, give me the chattee; here is
money for you. You are sure it is the best butter?"

"It is the best of its kind," answered the Jackal; "only be sure you
put it in some cool place, and don't open it till it is wanted." And
taking the money, he ran away.

A short time afterward the woman discovered how she had been cheated,
and was very angry, but the Jackal was by that time far away, out of
reach of punishment.

When his money was spent, the Jackal felt puzzled as to how to get a
living, since no one would give him food and he could buy none.
Fortunately for him, just then one of the bullocks belonging to the
village died. The Jackal found it lying dead by the roadside, and he
began to eat it, and ate, and ate so much that at last he had got too
far into the animal's body to be seen by passers-by. Now, the weather
was hot and dry. Whilst the Jackal was in it, the bullock's skin
crinkled up so tightly with the heat that it became too hard for him
to bite through, and so he could not get out again.

The Mahars of the village all came out to bury the dead bullock. The
Jackal, who was inside it, feared that if they caught him they would
kill him, and that if they did not discover him, he would be buried
alive; so on their approach he called out, "People, people, take care
how you touch me, for I am a great saint." The poor people were very
much frightened when they heard the dead bullock talking, and thought
that some mighty spirit must indeed possess it.

"Who are you, sir, and what do you want?" they cried.

"I," answered the Jackal, "am a very holy saint. I am also the god of
your village, and I am very angry with you because you never worship
me nor bring me offerings."

"O my Lord," they cried, "what offerings will please you? Tell us
only, and we will bring you whatever you like."

"Good," he replied. "Then you must fetch here plenty of rice, plenty
of flowers and a nice fat chicken; place them as an offering beside
me, and pour a great deal of water over them, as you do at your most
solemn feasts, and I will forgive you your sins." The Mahars did as
they were commanded. They placed some rice and flowers, and the best
chicken they could procure, beside the bullock, and poured water over
it and the offering. Then, no sooner did the dry, hard Bullock's skin
get wetted than it split in many places, and to the surprise of all
his worshippers, the Jackal jumped out, seized the chicken in his
mouth, and ran away with it through the midst of them into the jungle.
The Mahars ran after him over hedges and ditches for many, many miles,
but he got away in spite of them all.

On, on he ran--on, on, for a very long way--until at last he came to a
place where a little kid lived under a little sicakai tree. All her
relations and friends were away, and when she saw him coming she
thought to herself, "Unless I frighten this Jackal, he will eat me."
So she ran as hard as she could up against the sicakai tree, which
made all the branches shake and the leaves go rustle, rustle, rustle.
And when the Jackal heard the rustling noise he got frightened, and
thought it was all the little kid's friends coming to help her. And
she called out to him, "Run away, Jackal, run away. Thousands and
thousands of Jackals have run away at that sound--run away for your
life." And the Jackal was so frightened that he ran away. So, he who
had deceived so many was outwitted by a simple little kid!

After this the Jackal found his way back to his own village, where the
Barber lived, and there for some time he used to prowl round the
houses every night and live upon any bones he could find. The
villagers did not like his coming, but did not know how to catch him,
until one night his old friend the Barber (who had never forgiven him
for stealing the fruit from the garden) caught him in a great net,
having before made many unsuccessful attempts to do so. "Aha!" cried
the Barber, "I've got you at last, my friend. You did not escape death
from the cucumber-knife for nothing! you won't get away this time.
Here, wife! wife! see what a prize I've got." The Barber's wife came
running to the door, and the Barber gave her the Jackal (after he had
tied all his four legs firmly together with a strong rope), and said
to her, "Take this animal into the house, and be sure you don't let
him escape, while I go and get a knife to kill him with."

The Barber's wife did as she was bid, and taking the Jackal into the
house, laid him down on the floor. But no sooner had the Barber gone
than the Jackal said to her, "Ah, good woman, your husband will return
directly and put me to death. For the love of heaven, loosen the rope
round my feet before he comes, for one minute only, and let me drink a
little water from that puddle by the door, for my throat is parched
with thirst."

"No, no, friend Jackal," answered the Barber's wife. "I know well
enough what you'll do. No sooner shall I have untied your feet than
you will run away, and when my husband returns and finds you are gone,
he will beat me."

"Indeed, indeed, I will not run away," he replied. "Ah, kind mother,
have pity on me, only for one little moment."

Then the Barber's wife thought, "Well, it is hard not to grant the
poor beast's last request; he will not live long enough to have many
more pleasures." So she untied the Jackal's legs and held him by a
rope, that he might drink from the puddle. But quick as possible, he
gave a jump and a twist and a pull, and, jerking the rope out of her
hand, escaped once more into the jungle.

For some time he roamed up and down, living on what he could get in
this village or that, until he had wandered very far away from the
country where the Barber lived. At last one day, by chance, he passed
a certain cottage, in which there dwelt a very poor Brahmin, who had
seven daughters.

As the Jackal passed by, the Brahmin was saying to himself, "Oh, dear
me! what can I do for my seven daughters? I shall have to support them
all my life, for they are much too poor ever to get married. If a dog
or a jackal were to offer to take one off my hands, he should have
her."

Next day the Jackal called on the Brahmin, and said to him, "You said
yesterday, if a Jackal or a dog were to offer to marry one of your
daughters, you would let him have her; will you, therefore accept me
as a son-in-law?"

The poor Brahmin felt very much embarrassed, but it was certain he had
said the words, and therefore he felt in honour bound not to retract,
although he had little dreamed of ever being placed in such a
predicament. Just at that moment all the seven daughters began crying
for bread, and the father had no bread to give them.

Observing this, the Jackal continued, "Let me marry one of your seven
daughters and I will take care of her. It will at least leave you one
less to provide for, and I will see that she never needs food."

Then the Brahmin's heart was softened, and he gave the Jackal his
eldest daughter in marriage, and the Jackal took her home to his den
in the high rocks.

Now you will say there never was a Jackal so clever as this. Very
true, for this was not a common Jackal, or he could never have done
all that I have told you. This Jackal was, in fact, a great Rajah in
disguise, who, to amuse himself, took the form of a Jackal; for he was
a great magician as well as a great prince.

The den to which he took the Brahmin's daughter looked like quite a
common hole in the rocks on the outside, but inside it was a splendid
palace, adorned with silver, and gold, and ivory and precious stones.
But even his own wife did not know that he was not always a Jackal,
for the Rajah never took his human form except every morning very
early, when he used to take off the Jackal skin and wash it and brush
it, and put it on again.

After he and his wife, the Brahmin's daughter, had lived up in their
home in the rocks happily for some time, who should the Jackal see one
day but his father-in-law, the old Brahmin, climbing up the hill to
come and pay him a visit. The Jackal was vexed to see the Brahmin, for
he knew he was very poor, and thought he had most likely come to beg;
and so it was. The Brahmin said to him, "Son-in-law, let me come into
your cave and rest a little while. I want to ask you to help me, for I
am very poor and much in need of help."

"Don't go into my cave," said the Jackal; "it is but a poor hole, not
fit for you to enter" (for he did not wish his father-in-law to see
his fine palace); "but I will call my wife, that you may see I have
not eaten her up, and she and you and I will talk over the matter, and
see what we can do for you."

So the Brahmin, the Brahmin's daughter and the Jackal all sat down on
the hillside together, and the Brahmin said, "I don't know what to do
to get food for myself, my wife, and my six daughters. Son-in-law
Jackal, cannot you help me?"

"It is a difficult business," answered the Jackal, "but I'll do what I
can for you;" and he ran to his cave and fetched a large melon, and
gave it to the Brahmin, saying, "Father-in-law, you must take this
melon, and plant it in your garden, and when it grows up sell all the
fruit you find upon it, and that will bring you in some money." So the
Brahmin took the melon home with him and planted it in his garden.

By next day the melon that the Jackal had given him had grown up in
the Brahmin's garden into a fine plant, covered with hundreds of
beautiful ripe melons. The Brahmin, his wife and family were overjoyed
at the sight. And all the neighbours were astonished, and said, "How
fast that fine melon plant has grown in the Brahmin's garden!"

Now it chanced that a woman who lived in a house close by wanted some
melons, and seeing what fine ones these were, she went down at once to
the Brahmin's house and bought two or three from the Brahmin's wife.
She took them home with her and cut them open; but then, lo and
behold! marvel of marvels! what a wonderful sight astonished her!
Instead of the thick white pulp she expected to see, the whole of the
inside of the melon was composed of diamonds, rubies and emeralds; and
all the seeds were enormous pearls. She immediately locked her door,
and taking with her all the money she had, ran back to the Brahmin's
wife and said to her, "Those were very good melons you sold me; I like
them so much that I will buy all the others on your melon plant." And
giving her the money she took home all the rest of the melons. Now
this cunning woman told none of her friends of the treasure she had
found, and the poor, stupid Brahmin and his family did not know what
they had lost, for they had never thought of opening any of the
melons; so that for all the precious stones they sold they only got a
few pice, which was very hard. Next day, when they looked out of the
window, the melon plant was again covered with fine ripe melons, and
again the woman who had bought those which had grown the day before
came and bought them all. And this went on for several days. There
were so many melons; and all the melons were so full of precious
stones, that the woman who bought them had enough to fill the whole
of one room in her house with diamonds, rubies, emeralds and pearls.

At last, however, the wonderful melon plant began to wither, and when
the woman came to buy melons one morning, the Brahmin's wife was
obliged to say to her, in a sad voice, "Alas! there are no more melons
on our melon plant." And the woman went back to her own house very
much disappointed.

That day the Brahmin and his wife and children had no money in the
house to buy food with, and they all felt very unhappy to think that
the fine melon plant had withered. But the Brahmin's youngest
daughter, who was a clever girl, thought, "Though there are no more
melons fit to sell on our melon plant, perhaps I may be able to find
one or two shriveled ones, which, if cooked, will give us something
for dinner." So she went out to look, and searching carefully amongst
the thick leaves, found two or three withered little melons still
remaining. These she took into the house and began cutting them up to
cook, when--more wonderful than wonderful!--within each little melon
she found a number of small emeralds, rubies, diamonds and pearls! The
girl called her father and mother and her five sisters, crying, "See
what I have found! See these precious stones and pearls. I dare say,
inside all the melons we sold there were as good or better than these.
No wonder that woman was so anxious to buy them all! See, father--see,
mother--see, sisters!"

Then they were all overjoyed to see the treasure, but the Brahmin
said, "What a pity we have lost all the benefit of my son-in-law the
Jackal's good gift by not knowing its worth! I will go at once to that
woman, and try and make her give us back the melons she took."

So he went to the melon-buyer's house, and said to her, "Give me back
the melons you took from me, who did not know their worth."

She answered, "I don't know what you mean."

He replied. "You were very deceitful; you bought melons full of
precious stones from us poor people, who did not know what they were
worth, and you only paid for them the price of common melons; give me
some of them back, I pray you."

But she said, "I bought common melons from your wife, and made them
all into common soup long ago; therefore talk no further nonsense
about jewels, but go about your business." And she turned him out of
the house. Yet all this time she had a whole roomful of the emeralds,
diamonds, rubies and pearls that she had found in the melons the
Brahmin's wife had sold her.

The Brahmin returned home and said to his wife, "I cannot make that
woman give me back any of the melons you sold her; but give me the
precious stones our daughter has just found, and I will sell them to a
jeweller and bring home some money." So he went to the town, and took
the precious stones to a jeweller, and said to him, "What will you
give me for these?"

But no sooner did the jeweller see them than he said, "How could such
a poor man as you become possessed of such precious stones? You must
have stolen them: you are a thief! You have stolen these from my shop,
and now come to sell them to me!"

"No, no, sir; indeed no, sir," cried the Brahmin.

"Thief, thief!" shouted the jeweller.

"In truth, no sir," said the Brahmin; "my son-in-law, the Jackal, gave
me a melon plant, and in one of the melons I found these jewels."

"I don't believe a word you say," screamed the jeweller (and he began
beating the Brahmin, whom he held by the arm); "give up those jewels
which you have stolen from my shop."

"No, I won't," roared the Brahmin; "oh! oh-o! oh-o-o! don't beat me
so; I didn't steal them." But the jeweller was determined to get the
jewels; so he beat the Brahmin and called the police, who came running
up to his assistance, and shouted till a great crowd of people had
collected round his shop. Then he said to the Brahmin, "Give me up the
jewels you stole from me, or I'll give you to the police, and you
shall be put in jail." The Brahmin tried to tell his story about his
son-in-law, the Jackal but of course nobody believed him; and he was
obliged to give the precious stones to the jeweller in order to escape
the police, and to run home as fast as he could. And every one thought
the jeweller was very kind to let him off so easily.

All his family were very unhappy when they heard what had befallen
him. But his wife said, "You had better go again to our son-in-law,
the Jackal, and see what he can do for us."

So next day the Brahmin climbed the hill again, as he had done before,
and went to call upon the Jackal. When the Jackal saw him coming he
was not very well pleased. So he went to meet him, and said,
"Father-in-law, I did not expect to see you again so soon."

"I merely came to see how you were," answered the Brahmin, "and to
tell you how poor we are; and how glad we should be of any help you
can give us."

"What have you done with all the melons I gave you?" asked the Jackal.

"Ah," answered the Brahmin, "that is a sad story!" And beginning at
the beginning, he related how they had sold almost all the melons
without knowing their value; and how the few precious stones they had
found had been taken from him by the jeweller.

When the Jackal heard this he laughed very much, and said; "I see it
is no use giving such unfortunate people as you gold or jewels, for
they will only bring you into trouble. Come, I'll give you a more
useful present."

So, running into his cave, he fetched thence a small chattee, and gave
it to the Brahmin, saying, "Take this chattee; whenever you or any of
the family are hungry, you will always find in it as good a dinner as
this." And putting his paw into the chattee, he extracted thence
currie and rice, pilau, and all sorts of good things, enough to feast
a hundred men; and the more he took out of the chattee, the more
remained inside.

When the Brahmin saw the chattee and smelt the good dinner, his eyes
glistened for joy; and he embraced the Jackal, saying, "Dear
son-in-law, you are the only support of our house." And he took his
new present carefully home with him.

After this, for some time, the whole family led a very happy life, for
they never wanted good food; every day the Brahmin, his wife and his
six daughters found inside the chattee a most delicious dinner; and
every day, when they had dined, they placed it on a shelf, to find it
replenished when next it was needed.

But it happened that hard by there lived another Brahmin, a very great
man, who was much in the Rajah's confidence; and this man smelt daily
the smell of a very nice dinner, which puzzled him a great deal. The
rich Brahmin thought it smelt even nicer than his own dinner, for
which he paid so much, and yet it seemed to come from the poor
Brahmin's little cottage. So one day he determined to find out all
about it; and, going to call on his neighbour, he said to him, "Every
day, at about twelve o'clock, I smell such a very nice dinner--much
nicer than my own; and it seems to come from your house. You must live
on very good things, I think, although you seem to every one to be so
very poor."

Then, in the pride of his heart, the poor Brahmin invited his rich
neighbour to come and dine with him, and lifting the magic chattee
down from the shelf, took out of it such delicate fare as the other
had never before tasted. And in an evil hour he proceeded to tell his
friend of the wondrous properties of the chattee, which his
son-in-law, the Jackal, had given him, and how it never was empty. No
sooner had the great man learned all this than he went to the Rajah,
and said to him, "There is a poor Brahmin in the town who possesses a
wonderful chattee, which is always filled with the most delicious
dinner. I should not feel authorized to deprive him of it; but if it
pleased your Highness to take it from him, he could not complain."

The Rajah, hearing this, determined to see and taste for himself. So
he said, "I should very much like to see this chattee with my own
eyes." And he accompanied the rich Brahmin to the poor Brahmin's
house. The poor Brahmin was overjoyed at being noticed by the Rajah
himself, and gladly exhibited the various excellences of the chattee;
but no sooner did the Rajah taste the dinner it contained than he
ordered his guards to seize it and take it away to the palace, in
spite of the Brahmin's tears and protestations. Thus, for a second
time, he lost the benefit of his son-in-law's gift.

When the Rajah had gone, the Brahmin said to his wife; "There is
nothing to be done but to go again to the Jackal, and see if he can
help us."

"If you don't take care, you'll put him out of all patience at last,"
answered she. "I can't think why you need have gone talking about our
chattee!"

When the Jackal heard the Brahmin's story, he became very cross, and
said, "What a stupid old man you were to say anything about the
chattee! But see, here is another, which may aid you to get back the
first. Take care of it, for this is the last time I will help you."
And he gave the Brahmin a chattee, in which was a stout stick tied to
a very strong rope. "Take this," he said, "into the presence of those
who deprived you of my other gifts, and when you open the chattee,
command the stick to beat them; this it will do so effectually that
they will gladly return you what you have lost; only take care not to
open the chattee when you are alone, or the stick that is in it will
punish your rashness."

The Brahmin thanked his son-in-law, and took away the chattee, but he
found it hard to believe all that had been said. So, going through the
jungle on his way home, he uncovered it, just to peep in and see if
the stick were really there. No sooner had he done this than out
jumped the rope, out jumped the stick; the rope seized him and bound
him to a tree, and the stick beat him, and beat him, and beat him,
until he was nearly killed.

"Oh dear! oh dear!" screamed the Brahmin; "what an unlucky man I am!
Oh dear! oh dear! stop, please, stop! good stick, stop! what a very
good stick this is!" But the stick would not stop, but beat him so
much that he could hardly crawl home again.

Then the Brahmin put the rope and stick back again into the chattee,
and sent to his rich neighbour and to the Rajah, and said to them, "I
have a new chattee, much better than the old one; do come and see what
a fine one it is." And the rich Brahmin and the Rajah thought, "This
is something good; doubtless there is a choice dinner in this chattee
also, and we will take it from this foolish man, as we did the other."
So they went down to meet the Brahmin in the jungle, taking with them
all their followers and attendants. Then the Brahmin uncovered his
chattee, saying, "Beat, stick, beat! beat them every one!" and the
stick jumped out, and the rope jumped out, and the rope caught hold of
the Rajah and the rich Brahmin and all their attendants, and tied them
fast to the trees that grew around, and the stick ran from one to
another, beating, beating, beating--beating the Rajah, beating his
courtiers--beating the rich Brahmin, beating his attendants, and
beating all their followers; while the poor Brahmin cried with all his
might, "Give me back my chattee! give me back my chattee!"

At this the Rajah and his people were very much frightened, and
thought they were going to be killed. And the Rajah said to the
Brahmin, "Take away your stick, only take away your stick, and you
shall have back your chattee." So the Brahmin put the stick and rope
back into the chattee, and the Rajah returned him the dinner-making
chattee. And all the people felt very much afraid of the Brahmin, and
respected him very much.

Then he took the chattee containing the rope and stick to the house of
the woman who had bought the melons, and the rope caught her and the
stick beat her; and the Brahmin cried, "Return me those melons! return
me those melons!"

And the woman said, "Only make your stick stop beating me and you
shall have back all the melons." So he ordered the stick back into the
chattee, and she returned them to him forthwith--a whole roomful of
melons full of diamonds, pearls, emeralds, and rubies.

The Brahmin took them home to his wife, and going into the town, with
the help of his good stick, forced the jeweller who had deprived him
of the little emeralds, rubies, diamonds and pearls he had taken to
sell to give them back to him again, and having accomplished this, he
returned to his family, and from that time they all lived very
happily. Then, one day, the Jackal's wife invited her six sisters to
come and pay her a visit. Now the youngest sister was more clever than
any of the others; and it happened that, very early in the morning,
she saw her brother-in-law, the Jackal, take off the Jackal skin and
wash it and brush it, and hang it up to dry; and when he had taken off
the jackal-skin coat, he looked the handsomest prince that ever was
seen. Then his little sister-in-law ran, quickly and quietly, and
stole away the Jackal-skin coat, and threw it on the fire and burned
it. And she awoke her sister, and said, "Sister, sister, your husband
is no longer a jackal: see, that is he standing by the door."

So the Jackal Rajah's wife ran to the door to meet her husband, and
because the jackal's skin was burned, and he could wear it no longer,
he continued to be a man for the rest of his life, and gave up playing
all jackal-like pranks; and he and his wife, and his father and mother
and sisters-in-law, lived very happily all the rest of their days.




_The Bird of Truth_


Once upon a time there was a very poor fisherman, who lived in a
little hut on the banks of a river. This river, although deep, was
calm and clear, and, gliding from the sun and noise, would hide itself
among the trees, reeds, and brambles, in order to listen to the birds
who delighted it with their songs.

One day when the fisherman went out in his boat to cast his nets, he
saw a casket of crystal slowly drifting along with the stream. He
rowed toward it, but what was his horror at seeing two little babies,
apparently twins, lying in it upon a bundle of cotton! The poor
fisherman pitied them, took them out, and carried them home to his
wife.

"What have you got there?" she exclaimed, as he presented them to her.
"We have eight children already, and as if that were not enough, you
must bring me some more!"

"Wife," replied the poor fisherman, "what could I do? I found these
dear little creatures floating on the river below, and they would have
died of hunger, or have been drowned, if I had not rescued them.
Heaven, which has sent us these two more children, will assist us to
provide for them."

And so it proved; and the little ones, a boy and a girl, grew up
healthy and robust, together with the eight other children. They were
both so good, so docile, and so peaceable, that the fisherman and his
wife loved them exceedingly, and always held them up as examples to
the other children; but they, envious and enraged, did them a thousand
injustices and injuries. To escape from these cruelties, the twins
would take refuge together among the thickets and on the river's
banks; there they would divert themselves with the birds, and carry
crumbs of bread to them; and the birds, grateful to them for their
kindness, would fly to meet them, and teach them the bird-language.
The children learned to converse with the birds very quickly, and thus
they could amuse themselves with their feathered friends, who also
taught them many other very good and useful things, one of them being
how to get up early in the morning, and another, how to sing. One day
when the fisherman's children were more annoying than they had ever
been before, they said to the twins:

"We are the true-born children of Christians, but you, with all your
neatness and superiority, are but castaways, without any other father
or mother than the river, and belong to the toads and frogs!"

Upon receiving this insult the poor brother and sister were so filled
with shame and distress that they determined to go right away from
home and travel in search of their real parents At the early dawn next
day they got up and went forth without any one knowing it, and began
their journey, travelling they knew not whither.

Half the day passed by, and they had not perceived as yet any abode,
nor seen a single living being. They were hungry, thirsty, and tired,
when on turning round a hillside, they discovered a little house and,
on reaching it, they found it empty and its inhabitants absent.

Thoroughly disheartened, they seated themselves on a bench in the
doorway to rest. After a little while they noticed a number of
swallows collected together under the eaves of the roof, and as these
birds are such chatter-boxes, they began to prattle with one another.
Having learned the language of birds, the children knew what the
swallows said.

"Holloa! my lady friend," said one of the birds, who had a somewhat
rustic air about it, to another that was of a very elegant and
distinguished mien, "my eyes are glad to see you once more! I thought
you had forgotten your country friends. How do you live in the
palace?"

"I possess the nest of my ancestors," replied the other, "and as yet
they have not disinherited me, although, like yours, it is a century
old. But tell me before all," continued she with admirable finesse,
"how you and all your family are."

"Well, thank heaven, for although I have had my little Mariguita laid
up with an inflammation of the eyes that was within an ace of leaving
her blind, when I obtained our old remedy, the _pito-real_, it cured
her as if by magic."

"But what news have you to relate to me, friend Beatrice? Does the
nightingale still sing well? Does the lark soar as high as of yore?
Does the linnet still prune itself?"

"Sister," responded the swallow, "I have nothing but downright
scandals to tell you of. Our flock, which formerly was so innocent and
temperate, is utterly lost, and has quite taken to the manners of
mankind. It is heartbreaking!"

"What! Simple customs and innocence not to be found in the country,
nor among birds? My dear friend, what do you tell me?"

"The pure truth and nothing more. Just figure to yourself that on our
arrival here, whom should we meet but those chattering linnets, who
went off in search of cold and storm when the spring came with long
days and bright flowers! We tried to dissuade the crazy creatures, but
they answered us with the utmost insolence."

"What did they say?"

"They said to us--

    'Whither do we go?
    Whence come _you_, gossips,
    Who travel so little
    And talk so much?'

This was their reply to us, and on hearing it, we made them march to
double-quick time."

"What do I hear!" exclaimed the interlocutor. "That any one has dared
to accuse us, the most truthful and discreet of birds, of being
gossips?"

"Then what will you think when I tell you," said the first speaker,
"that the lark, who was so timid and ladylike, has become an insolent
pilferer, and that--

    The lady lark upon her flight
      Pilfers pulse and pilfers maize
    Before the very sower's sight,
      And at his anger pertly says,
    'Sower, sower, more seed sow,
      As that sown can never grow'?"

"I am astounded!"

"That is only half my story. When we arrived here, and I wished to
enter my nest, I found a shameless sparrow making himself quite at
home in it. 'This nest is mine,' I said to him. 'Yours?' he answered
rudely, and began to laugh. 'Mine and mine only.' 'Property is
robbery,' piped he quite coolly. 'Sir, are you crazy?' I said to him.
'My ancestors built this nest, my parents educated me in it, and in it
I mean to bring up my children.' Then at seeing me fainting, all my
companions began to weep. By the time I recovered my consciousness;
our husbands had put an end to the thieving rascal. But you, sister,
never see such scandals in the palace."

"Don't we! Ah, if you only knew!"

"Do tell us! do tell us!" exclaimed all the swallows with one voice.
When silence had been re-established, thanks to a loud and prolonged
hus-s-s-sh, uttered by an elder, the court dame began her story in
these terms.

"You must know that the king fell in love with the youngest daughter
of a tailor who lived near the palace, and married her; the girl
deserved his love, for she was as good as she was beautiful, and as
modest as she was discreet. It so happened that the king had to go to
the wars and leave his poor wife in the saddest and most perplexed
position, for his ministers and courtiers who were very indignant at
having a tailor's daughter for their queen, conspired to ruin her. And
they availed themselves of the first opportunity. During the king's
absence beautiful twins were born, a boy and a girl; but the wicked
conspirators sent to tell him that the queen had for children a cat
and a serpent.

"When the king received this intelligence, he was furious and sent off
a royal mandate that the queen should be entombed alive, and the
children cast into the river. This was done: the beautiful queen was
shut up in a stone vault, and her little darling twins were placed in
a crystal coffer, and left to the mercy of the stream."

When they heard the fate of the poor queen and her innocent babes, the
swallows, who are very kind and affectionate, began to lament most
heartily, whilst the twins looked at each other in amazement,
suspecting it to be very probable that they themselves were the
castaway children.

The city swallow continued her narrative:

"But now hear how God frustrated the plots of these traitors. The
queen was entombed; but her attendant, who was very devoted to her,
contrived to make a hole in the wall, and supplied her with food
through it, as we do to our little ones through our nests, and thus
the lady lives, although a life of misery. Her children were rescued
by a good fisherman, who has brought them up, so a friend of mine,
Martin Fisher, who lives on the banks of the river, has informed me."

The twins, who had heard the whole story, were delighted that they had
learned the language of birds; which indeed, is a proof that we should
never neglect any opportunity of learning for, when least we think it,
what we have learned may prove of great utility to us.

"So then," said the swallows joyfully, "when these children are older,
they will be able to regain their place at their father's side, and
liberate their mother."

"That is not so easy," said the narrator, "because they will not be
able to prove their identity, nor prove their mother's innocence, nor
the malice of the Ministry. There is only one method by which they
would be able to undeceive the king."

"And what is that? What is that?" cried all the swallows together.
"And how do you know it?"

"I know it," responded the narrator, "because one day when I was
passing by the palace garden, I met and had a chat with a cuckoo, who,
as you know, is a conjuror, and can foretell what will happen. As we
were discoursing with each other on the affairs of the palace, he said
to me--"

The children and the swallows were listening now with redoubled
attention, and even the young swallows were thrusting their little
bald heads so far out of their nests, that they were in great peril of
falling.

"'The only one who is able to persuade the king,' said the cuckoo to
me, 'is the Bird of Truth, who speaks the language of men, although
they for the most part do not know truth, and do not wish to
understand it.' 'And this bird, where is it?' I asked the cuckoo.
'This bird,' he answered, 'is in the castle of Go and Return Not; the
castle is guarded by a ferocious giant who only sleeps one quarter of
an hour in the day. If when he wakes up any one should be within reach
of his tremendous arm, he seizes and swallows him as we should a
mosquito.'"

"And where is this castle?" inquired the inquisitive Beatrice.

"That is what I do not know," responded her friend; "all that I know
about it is, that not far from it is a tower in which dwells a wicked
witch, who knows the way and will point it out to any one who will
bring her from the fountain that flows there, the Water of Many
Colours, which water she makes use of in her enchantments. But I
should also tell you that she would like to destroy the Bird of Truth,
though as no one is able to kill this bird, what she and her friend,
the giant, do is to keep it a prisoner guarded by the Birds of
Falsehood who will not let it speak a single word."

"Then will nobody be able to inform the poor queen's son where they
have hidden the Bird of Truth?" inquired the country swallows.

"Nobody," replied the city bird, "but a pious red owl, who lives as a
hermit in the desert, but who knows no more of the language of men
then the word 'Cross,' which he learned when, at Calvary, he beheld
the Crucifixion of the Redeemer, and which he has never ceased from
sorrowfully repeating. And thus he will not be able to understand the
prince, even supposing the impossible event should ever happen of the
boy finding him out. But, my dear friends, I must say good-bye, for I
have spent the whole afternoon in this pleasant chat. The sun is
seeking his nest in the depths of the sea, and I am going to seek
mine, where my little ones will be wondering what has happened to me.
Good-bye, friend Beatrice."

So saying, the swallow took to flight, and the children in their joy,
feeling neither hunger nor fatigue, got up and pursued their way in
the same direction that the bird had flown.

At the hour of evening service the children arrived at a city which
they imagined must be that in which the king, their father, dwelt.
They begged a good woman to give them shelter for the night, and this,
seeing they were so well-spoken and well-mannered, she kindly granted.

The following morning had scarcely dawned when the girl arose and
tidied the house, and the boy drew the water and watered the garden,
so that when the good woman got up she found all the housework done.
She was so pleased with this that she proposed to the children that
they should remain and live with her. The boy said that his sister
might, but that it was necessary for him to arrange some business
matters, for which he had come to the city. So he departed, and
followed a chance road, praying to heaven to guide his steps and bring
his enterprise to a successful ending.

For three days he followed various byways, but without seeing any
vestige of the tower; on the fourth, sad and weary he seated himself
under the shadow of a tree. After a short time he saw a little
turtle-dove arrive and rest among the branches of the tree; so he said
to it in its own language:

"Little turtle-dove, I wish you could tell me where the castle of Go
and Return Not is?"

"Poor boy," responded the turtle-dove, "who bore you such ill-will as
to send you there?"

"It is my good or my evil fortune," replied the boy.

"Then if you wish to know it," said the bird, "follow the Wind, which
to-day blows toward it!"

Then the boy thanked the turtle-dove and recommenced his journey,
following the course of the wind as it changed and chopped about to
different points of the compass. The country gradually grew sadder
and more arid; and, as night approached, the path led between bare and
sombre rocks, a vast black mass among them being the tower wherein
dwelt the witch whom the boy was in search of. The sight of the
hideous place terrified him at first; but as he was brave--like every
one whose aim is the furtherance of a good work--he advanced boldly.
When he reached the tower, he picked up a big stone and struck the
gate with it three times; the hollows of the rocks reverberated with
the sounds, as if sighs were uttered from their very entrails.

Then the door opened, and there appeared in the doorway an old woman
carrying a candle that lit up her face, which was so wrinkled and so
frightful that the poor boy recoiled in horror. Quite an army of
beetles, lizards, salamanders, spiders and other vermin surrounded the
witch.

"How dare you disturb me, impudent beggar," she exclaimed, "by coming
to knock at my door? What do you want? Speak quickly!"

"Madam," said the boy, "knowing that you alone know the way which
leads to the castle of Go and Return Not, I come to ask you, if you
please, to point it out to me."

The old woman made a grimace, intended for a mocking smile, and
answered:

"Very well; but now it is too late. You shall go to-morrow. Come in,
and you shall sleep with these little insects."

"I am not able to stay," replied the boy. "It is necessary that I
should go at once, as I have to return by daybreak to the place whence
I came."

"May dogs worry you, and cats tear you, you stubborn boy," growled the
old witch angrily. "If I tell you the way," she added, "it will only
be upon condition that you bring me this jar full of the Water of Many
Colours, which flows from the fountain in the courtyard of the castle;
and if you do not bring it to me, I will change you into a lizard for
all eternity."

"Agreed!" cried the boy in return.

Then the old woman called a poor dog, which looked very thin and
wretched, and said to it:

"Up! conduct this good-for-naught to the castle of Go and Return Not,
and be careful that you inform my friend of his arrival."

The dog snarled, shook himself savagely, and set forth. At the end of
about two hours they arrived in front of a very black, enormous, and
gloomy castle, whose portals stood wide open, though neither light nor
sound gave any indication that it was inhabited; even the rays of the
moon, as they were reflected upon the sombre and lifeless mass, seemed
to make it still more horrible.

As he went forward the dog began to howl; but the boy, who knew not
whether this was the giant's hour for sleep, stopped and rested
himself timorously against the trunk of a withered and leafless wild
olive, which was the only tree to be found in that parched and naked
district.

"Heaven help me!" exclaimed the boy.

"Cross! cross!" responded a sad voice among the branches of the olive.
Joyfully the boy recognized the hermit owl which the swallow had
mentioned, and said to it in the language of birds:

"Poor little owl, I beg you will help and guide me. I am come in
search of the Bird of Truth, and I have to carry the Water of Many
Colours to the witch of the tower."

"Do not do that," responded the owl; "but when you have filled the jar
with the clear, pure water that flows from a spring at the foot of the
fountain of Water of Many Colours, go in quickly to the aviary, which
you will find in front of the doorway; do not take any notice of the
various coloured birds that will come to meet you and deafen you by
all shouting out together that they are the Bird of Truth; then seize
a little white bird which the others thrust on one side and persecute
ceaselessly, but cannot kill, because it cannot die. But go quickly,
for at this moment the giant is just going to sleep, and his sleep
only lasts for a quarter of an hour!"

The boy began to run; he entered into the courtyard, where he found
that the fountain had many spouts whence poured waters of different
colours, but he did not look at them; he filled his jar at the spring
of pure, clear water which flowed from the spring at the foot of the
fountain, and then made his way to the aviary. Scarcely had he
entered it, when he was surrounded by a troop of birds, some plovers,
some black ravens, and others gorgeous peacocks, each one declaring
itself to be the Bird of Truth. The boy did not linger with them, but
went right forward, and finding the white bird he was in search of
huddled in the corner, he took it, placed it in his bosom, and went
forth, not however, without distributing a few good blows among the
enemies of the Bird of Truth.

The boy did not cease running until he reached the witch's tower. When
he arrived, the old wretch seized the jar and flung all the contents
at him, thinking that it was the water of many colours, and that he
would be changed by it into a parrot; but as it was pure and clear
water, the boy only became handsomer than he was before.

At the same time she had drenched all the insects, who were really
people that had arrived there with the same intention as the little
prince, and who were immediately changed back into their original
forms--the beetles into knights errant, the lizards into princesses,
grasshoppers into dancers, crickets into musicians, flies into
journalists, spiders into young ladies, _curianas_ (black flies) into
students, the weevils into boys, and so forth. When the old witch saw
this, she seized a broom and flew away. Then the disenchanted people,
the ladies, gentlemen, girls and boys thanked their liberator and
accompanied him on his way back to the city.

You may imagine how delighted his sister was when she saw the young
prince return with the Bird of Truth. But a very great difficulty
still remained, and that was, how the bird could be got into the
presence of the king without the knowledge of the courtiers, who were
interested in preventing him from discovering the crime which they had
committed. And what was more, the Court having learned that the Bird
of Truth had been found, the news inspired such dread that few were
able to sleep tranquilly in their beds. All kinds of weapons were
prepared against it; some sharpened, others envenomed; hawks were
trained to pursue it; cages were prepared in which to imprison it, if
it were found impossible to kill it; they slandered it, saying that
its whiteness was an artificial paint, with which it coated its black
plumage; they satirized and ridiculed it in every possible manner. At
last so much was said about the Bird of Truth, that it reached the
king's ears, who wished to see it; and the more that the courtiers
intrigued to prevent it, the more he desired to view the bird.
Finally, his Majesty issued a proclamation, that whoever had the Bird
of Truth in his possession, was to present himself without delay to
the king.

This was the very thing that the boy had wished for. So he hastened to
the palace, carrying the Bird of Truth in his bosom; but, as you can
imagine, the courtiers would not allow him to enter. Then the bird,
taking flight, entered into the royal household by a window, and
presenting itself before the king, said:

"Sir, I am the Bird of Truth; the boy who brought me here in his bosom
has not been allowed by the courtiers to enter."

The king commanded that the boy should be brought in at once, and he
entered with his sister, who had accompanied him to the palace. When
they came into the royal presence the king inquired who they were.

"That the Bird of Truth can tell your Majesty," said the boy.

And, questioned by the king, the bird answered that the children were
his Majesty's own, and informed him of all that had happened. As soon
as the king heard the story of the treason, with tears of joy he
clasped the children in his arms, and ordered masons to open the vault
in which the good queen had been so many years entombed. When the poor
lady came forth she was so white that she looked like a statue of
marble; but as soon as she beheld her children, the blood rushed from
her heart to her cheeks, and she became again as beautiful as she had
ever been before. The king embraced her, and seated her on the throne
with her children by her side. Then he ordered the good fisherman to
be fetched, and created him chief of the Ministry of Fishing; and the
queen's faithful attendant, who had saved her mistress's life, he
pensioned off, and created a duchess, and he distributed many other
gifts and benefits to celebrate the most joyful occasion of his life.




_The Two Genies_


Every one in the province of Candahar knows the adventures of young
Rustem. He was the only son of a Mirza of that country--or as we might
say, a lord. His father, the Mirza, had a good estate. Rustem was to
be married to the daughter of a Mirza of his own rank, as both
families ardently desired. He was intended to be the comfort of his
parents, to make his wife happy, and to be happy with her.

But, unfortunately, he had seen the Princess of Cashmere at the great
fair at Cabul, which is the most important fair in the whole world.
And this was the reason why the old Prince of Cashmere had brought his
daughter to the fair: he had lost the two most precious objects in his
treasury; one was a diamond as big as my thumb, on which, by an art
then known to the Indians, but now forgotten, a portrait of his
daughter was engraved; the other was a javelin, which of its own
accord would strike whatever mark the owner wished.

A fakir in his Highness's train had stolen these treasures, and
carried them to the Princess. "Take the greatest care of these two
things," said he; "your fate depends upon them." Then he went away,
and was seen no more.

The Prince of Cashmere, in great despair at his loss, determined to
travel to the fair at Cabul, to see whether among all the merchants
who collected there from the four quarters of the earth, there might
not be one who had his diamond or his weapon. He took his daughter
with him wherever he went, and unknown to him she carried the diamond
safe in her girdle; but as for the javelin, which she could not
conveniently hide, she left it in Cashmere, safely locked up in a
large Chinese chest.

At Cabul she and Rustem saw each other, and they fell in love, with
all the ardour of their nation. As a love-token the Princess gave him
the diamond; and, at parting, Rustem promised to go to see her
secretly in Cashmere.

The young Mirza had two favourite attendants who served him as
secretaries, stewards and body-servants. One was named Topaz; he was
handsome and well-made, as fair as a Circassian beauty, as gentle and
obliging as an Armenian, and as wise as a Parsee. The other was called
Ebony; a good-looking Negro, more active and more industrious than
Topaz, and one who never made objections. To them he spoke about his
journey. Topaz tried to dissuade him with the cautious zeal of a
servant who is anxious not to offend, and reminded him of all the
risks. How could he leave two families in despair, and cut his parents
to the heart? He shook Rustem's purpose; but Ebony once more confirmed
it, and removed his scruples.

The young man had not money enough for so long a journey. Wise Topaz
would have refused to get it for him. Ebony provided it. He quietly
stole his master's diamond, and had a false one made exactly like it,
which he put in its place, pledging the real one to an Armenian for
many thousands of rupees.

As soon as Rustem had the rupees he was ready to start An elephant was
loaded with his baggage, and they set out on horseback.

"I took the liberty," said Topaz to his master, "of remonstrating
against your enterprise; but after speaking it was my duty to obey. I
am your slave. I love you, and will follow you to the end of the
world. But let us consult the oracle which is on our way."

Rustem agreed. The answer of the oracle was this: "If you turn to the
east you will turn to the west." Rustem could not understand this.
Topaz maintained that it boded no good; Ebony, always accommodating,
persuaded him that it was very favourable.

There was yet another oracle in Cabul, which they consulted also. The
Cabul oracle replied as follows: "If you possess you will not possess;
if you get the best of it, you will get the worst; if you are Rustem
you will not be Rustem." This saying seemed still more incomprehensible
than the other.

"Beware," said Topaz.

"Fear nothing," said Ebony. And he, as may be supposed, seemed to his
master to be always in the right, since he encouraged his passion and
his hopes.

On leaving Cabul they marched through a great forest. Here they sat
down on the grass to eat, while the horses were turned loose to feed.
They were about to unload the elephant, which carried the dinner and
the service, when it was discovered that Topaz and Ebony were no
longer with the party. They called them loudly: the forest echoed with
the names of Topaz and Ebony; the men sought them in every direction
and filled the woods with their shouts, but they came back having seen
no one and heard no answer. "We saw nothing," they said to Rustem,
"but a vulture fighting with an eagle and plucking out all its
feathers."

The history of this struggle excited Rustem's curiosity; he went to
the spot on foot. He saw no vulture or eagle, but he found that his
elephant, still loaded with baggage, had been attacked by a huge
rhinoceros. One was fighting with his horn, the other with his trunk.
On seeing Rustem the rhinoceros retreated, and the elephant was led
back. But now the horses were gone. "Strange things happen to
travellers in the forest!" exclaimed Rustem. The servants were
dismayed, and their master was in despair at having lost his horses,
his favourite negro, and the sage Topaz, for whom he had always had a
regard, though he did not always agree with his opinion.

He was comforting himself with the hope of soon finding himself at the
feet of the beautiful Princess of Cashmere, when he met a fine striped
ass, which a vigorous peasant was beating violently with a stick.
There is nothing rarer, swifter, or more beautiful than an ass of this
kind. This one retorted on the rustic for his thrashing by kicks which
might have uprooted an oak. The young Mirza very naturally took the
ass's part, for it was a beautiful beast. The peasant ran off, crying
out to the ass: "I will pay you out yet!" The ass thanked its
liberator after its fashion, went up to him, fawned on him, and
received his caresses.

Having dined, Rustem mounted him, and took the road to Cashmere with
his servants, some on foot and some riding the elephant.

Hardly had he mounted his ass, when the animal turned toward Cabul,
instead of proceeding on the way to Cashmere. In vain his rider tugged
at the bridle, jerked at the bit, squeezed his ribs with his knees,
drove the spurs into his flanks, gave him his head, pulled him up,
whipped him right and left. The obstinate beast still made direct to
Cabul.

Rustem was growing desperate, when he met a camel-driver, who said to
him:

"You have a very stubborn ass there, master, which insists on carrying
you where you do not want to go. If you will let me have him, I will
give you four of my camels, which you may choose for yourself."

Rustem thanked Providence for having sent so good a bargain in his
way. "Topaz was all wrong," thought he, "to say that my journey would
be unlucky." He mounted the finest of the camels, and the others
followed. He soon rejoined his little caravan, and went on his way
toward happiness.

He had not marched more than four miles, when he was stopped by a
torrent, wide, deep and impetuous, tumbling over rocks all white with
foam. On each shore rose precipitous cliffs, which bewildered the eyes
and chilled the heart of man. There was no way of getting across, of
turning to the right hand or to the left.

"I am beginning to fear," said Rustem, "that Topaz may have been right
to reprehend me for this journey, and I very wrong to undertake it. If
he were but here he might give me some good advice, and if I had
Ebony, he at any rate would comfort me, and suggest some expedient. As
it is I have no one left to help me."

His dismay was increased by that of his followers. The night was very
dark, and they spent it in lamentations. At last fatigue and
dejection brought sleep to the love-sick traveller. He awoke, however,
at daybreak, and saw a fine marble bridge built across the torrent
from shore to shore.

Then what exclamations, what cries of astonishment and delight! "Is it
possible? Is it a dream? What a marvel! It is magic! Dare we cross
it?" All the Mirza's train fell on their knees, got up again, went to
the bridge, kissed the ground, looked up to heaven, lifted their
hands; then tremulously set foot on it, went over, and came back in
perfect ecstasy, and Rustem said, "Heaven is on my side this time.
Topaz did not know what he was saying. The oracles were in my favour.
Ebony was right; but why is he not here?"

Hardly had the caravan crossed in safety, when the bridge fell into
the torrent with an appalling crash.

"So much the better!" cried Rustem. "God be praised! He does not
intend me to return to my own country, where I should be only a
private gentleman. He means me to marry the Princess. I shall be
Prince of Cashmere. In that way, when I possess my Princess, I shall
not possess my humble rank in Candahar; I shall be Rustem, and I shall
not, since I shall be a great prince. There is a great deal of the
oracle interpreted in my favour. The rest will be explained in the
same way. I am too happy! But why is not Ebony at my side? I regret
him a thousand times more than Topaz!"

He rode a few miles farther in great glee; but as evening fell, a
chain of mountains, steeper than a rampart, and higher than the Tower
of Babel would have been when finished, entirely closed the road
against the travellers, who were filled with fears.

Every one exclaimed: "It is the will of God that we should perish
here. He has broken down the bridge that we may have no hope of
returning; He has raised up this mountain to hinder our going forward.
Oh, Rustem! Oh, hapless Mirza! We shall never see Cashmere, we shall
never return to the land of Candahar!"

In Rustem's soul the keenest anguish and most complete dejection
succeeded the immoderate joy and hopes which had intoxicated him. He
was now very far from interpreting the oracles to his advantage: "O
merciful heaven!" he cried. "Have I really lost my friend Topaz?"

As he spoke the words, heaving deep sighs and shedding bitter tears in
the sight of his despairing followers, behold, the base of the
mountain opened, and a long, vaulted gallery lighted by a hundred
thousand torches was revealed to his dazzled eyes!

Rustem broke into exclamations of joy; his people fell on their knees
or dropped down with amazement, crying out that it was a miracle, and
that Rustem was destined to govern the world. Rustem himself believed
it, and was uplifted beyond measure. "Ah! Ebony, my dear Ebony, where
are you?" he cried. "Why are you not here to see all these wonders?
How did I come to lose you? Fair Princess of Cashmere, when shall I
again behold your charms?"

He marched forward with his servants, his elephant and his camels,
into the tunnel under the mountain, and, at the end of it came out
upon a meadow enameled with flowers and watered by brooks. Beyond this
meadow avenues of trees stretched into the far distance; at the end of
them was a river bordered by delightful houses in the loveliest
gardens. On every side he heard concerts of voices and instruments,
and saw dancing. He hurried across one of the bridges over the river,
and asked the first man he met what was this beautiful country.

The man to whom he spoke replied: "You are in the province of
Cashmere; the inhabitants, as you see, are holding great rejoicings.
We are doing honour to the wedding of our beautiful Princess, who is
about to marry a certain lord named Barbabou, to whom her father has
plighted her. May heaven prolong their happiness!"

On hearing these words Rustem fell down in a swoon. The gentleman of
Cashmere, supposing that he was liable to fits, had him carried to his
own house, where he lay some time unconscious. The two cleverest
physicians of the district were called in; they felt their patient's
pulse: and he, having somewhat recovered, sobbed and sighed, and
rolled his eyes, exclaiming, "Topaz, Topaz, you were right after all!"

One of the physicians said to the gentleman of Cashmere, "I perceive
by his accent that this young man comes from Candahar; the air of this
country does not agree with him, and he must be sent home again. I can
see by his eyes that he is mad; leave him in my hands; I will take him
back to his own country and cure him." The other physician declared
that his only complaint was melancholy, and that he ought to be taken
to the Princess's wedding and compelled to dance.

While they were discussing his case the sick man recovered his powers;
the two physicians were sent away, and Rustem remained alone with his
host.

"Sir," said he, "I ask your pardon for fainting in your presence; I
know that it is not good manners, and I entreat you to accept my
elephant in acknowledgment of all the kindness with which you have
received me."

He then related his adventures, taking good care not to mention the
object of his journey. "But, in the name of Brahma," said he, "tell me
who is this happy Barbabou who is to be married to the Princess of
Cashmere, and why her father has chosen him for his son-in-law, and
why the Princess has accepted him for her husband."

"My lord," replied the gentleman of Cashmere, "the Princess is far
from having accepted him. On the contrary, she is drowned in tears,
while the province rejoices over her marriage. She is shut up in the
Palace Tower, and refuses to see any of the festivities prepared in
her honour."

Rustem, on hearing this, felt new life in his soul, and the colour
which sorrow had faded came again into his cheeks.

"Then pray tell me," he continued, "why the Prince of Cashmere
persists in marrying her to Barbabou against her will."

"The facts are these," replied his friend. "Do you know that our
august Prince lost some time ago a diamond and a javelin, on which his
heart was greatly set?"

"I know it well," said Rustem.

"Then I must tell you," said his host, "that the Prince in despair at
hearing nothing of his two treasures, after searching for them all the
world over, promised his daughter in marriage to any one who would
bring him either of them. Then Barbabou arrived and brought the
diamond with him; and he is to marry the Princess to-morrow."

Rustem turned pale. He muttered his thanks, took leave of his host,
and went off on his dromedary to the capital where the ceremony was to
take place. He reached the palace of the sovereign, announced that he
had matters of importance to communicate to him, and craved an
audience. He was told that the Prince was engaged in preparing for the
wedding. "That is the very reason," said he, "why I wish to speak to
him." In short, he was so urgent that he was admitted.

"My lord," said he, "may heaven crown your days with glory and
magnificence! Your son-in-law is a rascal."

"A rascal! How dare you say so? Is that the way to speak to a Prince
of Cashmere of the son-in-law he has chosen?"

"Yes, a rascal," said Rustem. "And to prove it to your Highness, here
is your diamond, which I have brought back to you."

The Prince, in much amazement, compared the two diamonds and, as he
knew nothing about gems, he could not tell which was the true one.

"Here are two diamonds," said he, "but I have only one daughter. I am
in a strange dilemma!"

Then he sent for Barbabou, and asked him whether he had not deceived
him. Barbabou swore that he had bought the diamond of an Armenian.
Rustem did not say from whom he had got his, but he proposed, as a
solution, that his Highness should allow him and his rival to fight in
single combat on the spot.

"It is not enough that your son-in-law should possess a diamond," said
he, "he ought also to show proof of valour. Do you not think it fair
that the one who kills the other should marry the Princess?"

"Very good," said the Prince; "it will be a fine show for all the
court. You two shall fight it out at once. The conqueror shall have
the armour of the conquered man, after the custom of Cashmere: and he
shall marry the Princess."

The rivals immediately descended to the palace court. On the stairs
they saw a magpie and a raven. The raven cried; "Fight it out, fight
it out!" the magpie, "Do not fight!" This made the Prince laugh. The
rivals scarcely noticed the two birds.

The combat began. All the courtiers stood round them in a circle. The
Princess still shut herself up in her tower, and would see nothing of
it. She had no suspicion that her lover could be in Cashmere, and she
had such a horror of Barbabou that she would not look on. The fight
went off as well as possible. Barbabou was left stone dead, and the
populace were delighted, for he was ugly and Rustem very handsome--a
fact which always turns the scale of public favour.

The conqueror put on the dead man's coat of mail, his scarf and his
helmet, and approached the window of his mistress to the sound of
trumpets, followed by all the Court. Every one was shouting: "Fair
Princess, come and see your handsome bridegroom who has killed his
hideous rival!" and the ladies repeated the words. The Princess
unfortunately looked out of the window, and seeing the armour of the
man she abhorred, she flew in despair to the Chinese trunk, and took
out the fatal javelin, which darted, at her wish, to pierce her dear
Rustem through a joint in his cuirass. He gave a bitter cry, and in
that cry the Princess thought that she recognized the voice of her
hapless lover.

She flew into the courtyard, her hair all disheveled, death in her
eyes and in her heart. Rustem was lying in her father's arms. She saw
him! What a moment, what a sight! Who can express the anguish, the
tenderness, the horror of that meeting? She threw herself upon him and
embraced him.

"These," she cried, "are the first and last kisses of your lover and
destroyer." Then snatching the dart from his wound, she plunged it
into her own heart, and died on the breast of the lover she adored.

Her father, horror-stricken and heartbroken, strove in vain to bring
her back to life; she was no more. He broke the fatal weapon into
fragments, and flung away the ill-starred diamonds: and while
preparations were proceeding for his daughter's funeral instead of her
wedding, he had the bleeding but still living Rustem carried into his
palace.

Rustem was laid upon a couch. The first thing he saw, one on each side
of his death-bed, were Topaz and Ebony. Surprise gave him strength.
"Cruel that you were," said he; "why did you desert me? The Princess
might still perhaps be living if you had been at hand!"

"I have never left you for a moment," said Topaz.

"I have been always at your side," said Ebony.

"What do you mean? Why do you insult me in my last moments?" replied
Rustem, in a weak voice.

"Believe me, it is true," said Topaz. "You know I never approved of
this ill-advised journey, for I foresaw its disastrous end. I was the
eagle which struggled with the vulture, and which the vulture plucked;
I was the elephant which made off with your baggage to compel you to
return home; I was the striped ass which would fain have carried you
back to your father; it was I who led your horses astray, who produced
the torrent which you could not cross, who raised the mountain which
checked your unlucky advance; I was the physician who advised your
return to your native air, and the magpie which urged you not to
fight."

"I," said Ebony, "was the vulture who plucked the eagle, the
rhinoceros which thrust its horn into the elephant, the peasant who
beat the ass, the merchant who gave you the camels to hasten you to
your ruin; I raised the bridge you crossed; I bored the mountains for
you to pass; I was the physician who advised you to proceed, and the
raven which encouraged you to fight."

"Alas! And remember the Oracle," added Topaz; "If you turn to the east
you will turn to the west."

"Yes, here they bury the dead with their faces turned westward," said
Ebony. "The Oracle was plain; why did not you understand it? You
possessed and you possessed not; for you had the diamond, but it was a
false one, and you did not know it; you got the best of it in battle,
but you also got the worst, for you must die; you are Rustem, but you
will soon cease to be so. The Oracle is fulfilled."

Even as he spoke two white wings appeared on the shoulders of Topaz,
and two black wings on those of Ebony.

"What is this that I see?" cried Rustem. And Topaz and Ebony replied:
"We are your two genies." "I," added Topaz, "am your good genie."

"And you, Ebony, with your black wings, are apparently my evil genie."

"As you say," replied Ebony.

Then suddenly everything vanished. Rustem found himself in his
father's house, which he had not quitted, and in his bed where he had
been sleeping just an hour.

He awoke with a start, bathed in sweat and greatly scared. He shouted,
he called, he rang. His servant Topaz hurried up in his night-cap,
yawning.

"Am I dead or alive?" cried Rustem. "Will the beautiful Princess of
Cashmere recover?"

"Is your Highness dreaming?" said Topaz calmly.

"And what," cried Rustem, "has become of that cruel Ebony, with his
two black wings? Is it his fault that I am dying so dreadful a death?"

"Sir, I left him upstairs, snoring. Shall I call him down?"

"The villain! He has been tormenting me these six months. It was he
who took me to that fatal fair at Cabul; it was he who stole the
diamond the Princess gave me; he is the sole cause of my journey, of
the death of my Princess, and of the javelin-wound of which I am dying
in the prime of youth."

"Make yourself easy," said Topaz. "You have never been to Cabul. There
is no Princess of Cashmere; the Prince has but two sons, and they are
now at school. You never had any diamond. The Princess cannot be dead
since she never was born; and you are perfectly sound and well."

"What! Is it not true that you became in turn an eagle, an elephant,
an ass, a doctor, and a magpie, to protect me from ill?"

"It is all a dream, sir. Our ideas are no more under our control when
sleeping than when awake. The Almighty sent that string of ideas
through your head, as it would seem, to give you some lesson which you
may lay to heart."

"You are making game of me," said Rustem. "How long have I been
sleeping?"

"Sir, you have only slept one hour."

"Well, I cannot understand it," said Rustem.

But perhaps he took the lesson to heart, and learned to doubt whether
all he wished for was right and good for him.




_Steelpacha_[6]


Once upon a time there was an Emperor who had three sons and three
daughters. As he was very old, his last hour drew nigh. He therefore
called his children to his bedside and laid earnest command upon his
sons to give their sisters, without hesitation, to the first suitors
who asked for them in marriage. "Marry them off," he said to the sons,
"or my curse will be upon you!" These were his last words.

[Footnote 6: From "The Russian Grandmother's Wonder Tales," copyright,
1906, by Charles Scribner's Sons.]

After his death, day passed quietly after day for a while. Then one
evening there came a loud knocking at the door. The whole palace began
to rock amid a wild roaring, howling, crashing; the castle was bathed
in a sea of flame. Every heart was terrified, and trembling took
possession of every soul.

Suddenly a voice cried, "Open the door, ye princes!"

Up spoke the Emperor's eldest son, "Do not open!" And the second said,
"On no account open!" But the youngest said, "Then I will open the
door myself."

He sprang up and drew the bolts. Hardly was the door opened when a
fearful Being rushed in, the outline of whose form was hidden in
encircling flames.

"I am come," he exclaimed, "to take your eldest sister for my wife,
and that at once. So give a short answer--yes or no; I insist upon
it!"

Said the eldest brother, "I will not give her to you. Why should I,
when I know neither who nor whence you are? You come here by night,
demand my sister's hand upon the instant, and I do not even hear which
way I am to turn when I wish to visit her."

Said the second brother, "Nor do I permit you to take away my sister
thus in the dead of night."

But the youngest interposed, "Then I will give her away if you two
refuse. Have you already forgotten our father's command?" And taking
his sister by the hand he gave her to the stranger, saying, "May she
live happily with you and be ever faithful!"

As the sister crossed the threshold every one in the building fell to
the ground in fear and horror. It lightened, it thundered, it crashed,
it quaked, the whole fortress swayed heavily, as if heaven and earth
were falling together. Gradually the uproar died away, and the rosy
eastern light announced the coming morning.

As soon as day had broken the brothers searched for the traces which
they supposed would have been left by their tremendous nocturnal
visitor; but not a trace, not a footprint had he left behind. All was
swept away.

On the following night, at the selfsame hour, the selfsame flashing,
crashing din was heard around the imperial fortress, and a voice
without cried loudly, "Open the door, you princes!"

Paralyzed with terror, they threw open the door and a fearful Form
rushed in, crying in a loud voice, "Give me here the maiden, your
second sister! I have come to marry her!"

Said the eldest brother, "I will not give you my sister!"

Said the second, "I will not let my sister--"

But the youngest broke in with, "Then I will! Will you never remember
what our father commanded?"

He took his sister by the hand and led her to the wooer. "Take her;
she will be happy with you and always good."

At this the powerful apparition vanished, and the maiden with him.

As soon as morning dawned the brothers sought around the castle for
traces of the direction which the apparition had taken; but they found
nothing under the blessed sun, nor was there the slightest clue from
which they could make any sort of guess any more than if no one had
been there!

On the third night, at the same hour, the whole castle was again
shaken to the foundation by a horrible uproar and earthquake, and a
voice called out, "Open the door, ye princes!"

The Emperor's sons sprang nimbly to their feet and drew the bolts,
upon which a monstrous Form entered, exclaiming "We are come to demand
the hand of your youngest sister!"

"Never!" shrieked the eldest and second brothers with one voice. "We
will not let this one go away thus by night. Surely we must at least
know of this our youngest sister whom she marries and where she goes,
that we may be able to visit her!"

But up spoke the youngest brother, "Then I will give her away if you
refuse. Have you quite forgotten what our father charged us on his
dying bed? It is not so long ago."

He took the sister by the hand and said, "Here she is; take her home
and live happily and joyfully with her!"

In a twinkling the terrible Being disappeared in the midst of a
fearful uproar.

When the morning dawned the brothers felt oppressed by anxiety, being
all uncertain as to the fate of their sisters. After a long interval,
during which no light had been thrown upon this matter, the three
brothers took counsel together:

"Good heavens, did ever one know of anything so mysterious? What has
become of our sisters? We have not the least idea of their
abiding-place, nor any clue which can lead to their discovery."

At length one said to the others, "Let us go forth to seek our
sisters."

So the three brothers made ready without losing a moment. They took
money enough for a long journey and went out into the wide world to
seek their sisters.

In the course of their wanderings they lost their way among the
mountains, where they wandered for a whole day. When night fell they
decided, on account of their horses, to encamp near a piece of water.

And so they did. They reached the shore of a lake, pitched their
tents, and sat down to supper. When they lay down to sleep the eldest
brother said, "You may sleep, but I will stand guard."

So the two younger brothers went peacefully to sleep, while the eldest
brother kept watch. At a certain hour of the night the lake became
agitated with a swaying motion which startled the watcher not a
little. He soon observed a shapeless form arising out of the midst of
the water and rushing straight toward him. It was a frightful monster
of a Dragon, with two great flapping ears, which was rushing so
fiercely upon him. The Prince bravely drew his sword, and seizing the
Dragon, cut off his head. Then he sliced off the ears and put them
into his wallet, and threw the head and the body back into the lake.

Meantime the day had dawned, and the brothers still lay in profound
slumber, little dreaming of their eldest brother's heroic exploit. He
now waked them, but said not a syllable about his nocturnal adventure.
They left that place and continued their journey, and when twilight
began to fall they once more agreed to seek a halting-place near some
piece of water. But they were much terrified to find themselves quite
lost in a lonely wilderness. At last, however, they came upon a tiny
lake, where they decided to spend the night. They kindled a fire,
unpacked cooking utensils and food, and took their evening meal. After
that they disposed themselves to sleep. Then said the second brother,
"Do you two go to rest; I will mount guard to-night."

The two brothers therefore lay down to sleep, but the third cheerfully
sat up and kept watch. Suddenly a rustling sound from the lake met his
ears, and he saw a sight which curdled the blood in his veins. A
two-headed Dragon rushed tumultuously upon the brothers as if to
annihilate them all three.

Quick as thought the watcher sprang up, drew his glittering sword,
avoided the Dragon's attack, and cut off his two heads. Then he sliced
off the ears and put them into his wallet, throwing the other parts of
the monster back into the lake. The brothers knew nothing of the
affair, for both slept soundly until dawn.

When day broke the second brother called to them, "Wake up, brothers,
the morning dawns!"

Immediately they sprang up, packed their goods, and set forth upon
their way; but they had not the least idea where they were or in what
country.

A great fear overwhelmed them that they might perish of hunger in
this wilderness, and they besought God to guide them at least to some
inhabited village or city, or to permit them to meet some human being,
for they had already wandered three days in this inhospitable
wilderness without coming to the end or finding any way out.

It was rather early in the day when they came to a pretty large lake
and decided to go no farther, but to make their camp on this
lake-side. For they said, "If we go farther we shall very probably not
find any more water near which to make our camp."

They remained, therefore, in this place, built a great fire, supped,
and made ready to sleep. Then said the youngest brother.

"Do you two go to rest. I will take the watch to-night."

So the two lay down and soon fell asleep, but the youngest brother
kept a sharp lookout, and often threw a glance over the shining
surface of the lake.

Thus passed away a portion of the night, when suddenly the lake boiled
up, surged, foaming, upon the fire and half-extinguished it. But the
watcher whipped out his sword and took his position close to the fire.
Suddenly a three-headed Dragon rushed forth and made as if to kill the
brothers.

Now was the hero-spirit of the youth tested. He waked not his
brothers, but went forth alone to meet the Dragon. Three times he
raised his sword, and each time he smote off one of the monster's
heads. Then he sliced off the ears, and threw the shapeless remains
into the water.

While this tremendous conflict was going on the fire died out, having
been flooded by the water. The Prince would not waken his brothers,
although he had no tinder-box of his own to rekindle the flame, but
resolved to search around a little in the wilderness in hope of
stumbling upon some one who could help him.

But nowhere was there a mortal soul! At last he climbed into a high
tree and looked around in all directions to see what he might see.

As he was thus gazing far and wide his eyes were suddenly attracted by
a flash of light which seemed to be very near him. He descended the
tree and went in the direction of the light; hoping to get some fire
wherewith to rekindle the fire for his brothers.

He went on for a long stretch, the light seeming always to be just
before him, when suddenly he found himself standing before a cave in a
rock in which nine Giants, gathered around an immense fire, were
roasting two men upon a spit, one on one side of the fire, the other
on the other. An enormous copper caldron, full to the brim with human
flesh, was bubbling over the fire.

The imperial Prince was horrified at this sight. He would have turned
back, but whither should he go? Where was there a way of escape for
him? He quickly recovered his self-possession, however, and cried out,
"Good-morning, valiant comrades, I have long been seeking you!"

They received him most cordially, answering, "God be with thee, if
thou art a true comrade."

He replied, "Indeed I am, and shall be all my life long. I would risk
my head for you."

"All right," they answered. "If you wish to be one of us, are you
ready to eat human flesh and take a share in our Adventures?"

"Yes, that I will," said the Prince. "What you do, that will I do
also."

"Faith, then all is well!" they said. "Sit down among us."

They settled themselves around the fire. The caldron was taken off,
its contents served, and the meal began. The Prince received his
share, but he knew how to manage, and, instead of eating, he slyly
threw the meat, bit by bit, behind him. He did the same with the
roast. Then the Giants said:

"Come, now, we must go a-hunting, for we must eat to-morrow as well as
to-day."

So the nine Giants set out, with the Prince for a tenth.

"Come," they said to him, "not far from here is a town in which reigns
an Emperor. His city has fed us for several years."

As they drew near to the city they pulled up two fir-trees by the
roots and carried them along. When they reached the town they set one
of the trees against the wall and called to the Prince, "Come on,
climb up the wall here, and we will hand you the second tree. Seize it
by the point and let it down on the other side, but keep hold of the
top so that we may climb down by the trunk."

The Prince accordingly scrambled up, but on receiving the second tree
he called out, "I don't know where to stand it; I am not familiar with
the place and dare not shove it over. Do one of you come up and show
me, and then I will make it all right."

One of the Giants climbed up to him, seized the fir-tree by the point,
and let it down on the other side of the wall. As he stood thus bent
over, the Prince drew his sword and struck off his head, and the dead
Giant tumbled off the wall into the city.

Then the Prince cried to the others, "All right! Come on now, one at a
time, that I may help you along in the same way."

One after another unsuspiciously climbed up, only to meet death at the
hand of the Prince. When he had made an end of all the nine he let
himself down by the fir-tree into the city, which he explored in every
direction. No sound of human voice reached his ear. All was a drear,
horrible desolation. "Has the whole population been robbed and
murdered by the Giants?" he thought to himself.

For a long time he wandered about the desolate city, until he came to
a very high tower, from one window of which shone out the light of a
taper. He threw open the door, rushed up the tower stair, and hastened
straight to that room.

On the threshold he stood still in amazement. The room was richly hung
and decorated with gold, silk, and velvet, and not a soul within
except a maiden who lay upon a couch, out-stretched in deep slumber.
The Prince was rooted to the spot at the sight of the maiden, for she
was wonderfully beautiful. But at that moment he became aware of a
great serpent which, sliding along the wall, stretched out its head
directly over the head of the maiden, coiling itself up in readiness
to spring and strike her upon the brow, between the eyes.

Then the Prince sprang quickly with his pocket-knife, which in a
trice he had drawn from his pocket, and pinned the serpent's head to
the wall. Then saying these words: "God grant that no hand but mine
may draw this knife out from the wall," he went quickly away. He
climbed up by one fir-tree and down by the other, and so got over the
wall. Arrived at the Giants' cave, he took some fire and ran back to
his brothers, who were still buried in profound slumber. As he kindled
the fire day began to dawn in the east. He wakened the brothers, and
they set forth upon their journey.

That same day they came to the highway leading to the before-mentioned
city. A mighty Emperor reigned there who used to go about the city
every morning shedding bitter tears because his people were
exterminated and eaten by the Giants, and because of his constant fear
that his only daughter would fall a sacrifice to their gluttony. On
this morning he was going about the city as usual. It lay empty and
deserted; the inhabitants had dwindled away to a mere remnant; most of
them had found a grave in the giants' maws.

As I have said, the Emperor was thus reviewing his city when suddenly
his eyes fell upon the uprooted fir-tree which still leaned against
the wall, and as he drew nearer he beheld a wonderful sight; there lay
the nine Giants, the very pests of the city, with their heads all cut
off!

This sight gave the King unspeakable joy. The people also gathered
together to pray God that blessing and happiness might descend upon
the giant-slayer. At that very moment a servant came from the imperial
citadel to say that a serpent had nearly been the death of the
Emperor's daughter. Upon this the Emperor betook himself straightway
to the citadel, and to the very chamber of his daughter. Arrived
there, he saw upon the wall the impaled serpent, and tried with his
own hand to draw out the knife, but in vain.

Then the Emperor sent a proclamation through his whole empire:
"Whoever has slain the Giants and impaled the serpent, let him make
himself known, that the Emperor may richly reward him and bestow upon
him the hand of his daughter."

This proclamation was issued in every province of the empire. The
Emperor also gave command that great inns should be erected upon the
principal highways, where all travellers should be stopped and asked
whether they knew who had overcome the giants; and whoever should
discover the man, let him hasten with utmost speed to the Emperor to
receive a rich reward.

According to the imperial proclamation, great inns were erected upon
the principal highways, and every traveller was stopped, examined, and
the whole affair explained to him.

After a while the three Princes who were seeking their sisters came to
pass the night at one of these inns. After supper the landlord joined
the company, and began to boast of his wonderful exploits. At last he
turned to the three brothers with the question, "And what doughty
deeds have you done up to this time?"

Then the eldest brother began, "As I and my brothers were upon our
travels it came to pass one night that we made our halt on the border
of a lake in a great wilderness. While my brothers were asleep and I
keeping watch, a Dragon came up out of the lake to destroy me. I drew
my sword out of the scabbard and struck off his head. If you don't
believe me, here are his ears." And he drew the ears out of his wallet
and threw them upon the table.

When the second brother heard this, he began, "I had the watch on the
second night, and I killed a two-headed Dragon. If you don't believe
me, here are the ears which I cut from his two heads for a witness."
He said it and showed the two pairs of ears.

The youngest brother heard the whole in silence. The landlord now
turned to him.

"By heaven, youngster, your brothers are valiant heroes! Come let us
hear if you can also boast of any doughty deeds!"

Hesitatingly the youngest began his story: "Well, I also did a trifle.
It was on the third night, beside the lake in the wilderness. You, my
brothers, were asleep. I kept watch. At a certain hour of the night
the lake surged up and a three-headed Dragon arose from it, who would
have annihilated us. Then I drew a sword and cut off all three of his
heads. If you don't believe it, here are the three pairs of ears!"

Upon this the two brothers were dumb with astonishment. But the
youngest went on with his story: "In the meantime the fire had gone
out, and I went forth to seek a light. While straying around among the
hills I stumbled upon nine giants in a cave"; and so he went on and
told all his adventures in order, and every one was struck with
amazement at the wonderful tale.

No sooner had the landlord heard the story than he ran secretly to the
Emperor and told him the whole affair. The Emperor gave him a great
sum of money, and sent his people at once to bring the three princes
before him.

When they came into the Emperor's presence he put the following
question to the youngest: "Is it you who performed the wonders in our
city, killing the Giants and saving my only daughter from
destruction?"

"Yes, it was I, mighty Emperor," replied the Prince. Here-upon the
Emperor married his daughter to the young Prince and raised him to the
highest office in the kingdom.

Then the Emperor said to the two elder brothers, "If it please you to
remain in my empire, I will give you each a wife and will permit you
to build strongholds for yourselves."

But they told him they were already married, and explained that they
had undertaken this journey merely to seek out their sisters. When the
Emperor heard this he detained only the youngest brother, his
son-in-law, and to the two other brothers he gave two mules laden with
gold. So the two brothers returned home to their own kingdom.

Still the youngest brother thought continually of his sisters, and
kept always in mind the hope of yet seeking them out But on the other
hand he was pained at the thought of parting from his young wife, and
besides he knew that the Emperor would never consent to his leaving
him. So he was continually racked with anxiety about his sisters.

One day the Emperor went hunting, and before setting out he said to
his son-in-law, "Do you remain in the castle during my absence. I give
to you nine keys which you must keep carefully by you. I give you
free leave to open three or four rooms. You will find in them silver
and gold in abundance; there is also no lack of weapons, or of any
kind of treasure. You may even, if you feel inclined, open eight of
the rooms. But beware of unlocking the ninth. Leave that one alone;
for," he added, "if you do not it will be the worse for you." Upon
this the Emperor departed, leaving his son-in-law at home alone.

Hardly was the Emperor gone when the Prince began to open one door
after another, until he had examined eight rooms in succession. His
eyes beheld in them treasures of all kinds. When at last he came to
the door of the ninth room he said to himself, "I have seen and done
so many wonderful things, and shall it be forbidden me to enter a
certain room?"

So he unlocked the door and went in. What a sight! There was a man
whose legs up to his knees and whose arms up to the elbows were
incased in iron; from his neck hung heavy iron chains, the ends of
which were fastened to stakes driven into the floor on all sides,
holding him so securely that he could not stir. Before him a stream of
water gushed from a golden vessel and flowed into a golden basin which
stood near; beside it was a golden jug, beautifully adorned with
jewels. The man longed to drink the water, but he could not reach the
jug.

When the imperial Prince saw this he started backward; but the
fettered man cried, "Oh, come to me, I beseech you, in the name of the
living God!"

The Prince drew nearer, and the man continued, "Oh, do a pious act;
let me drain a jug of water! Be assured I will reward you for it with
an additional life."

The Prince considered the proposition. "Can there be anything better
for me than to secure for myself an additional life?" He took the jug,
filled it, and raised it to the man's lips, who emptied it at a single
draught. Upon this the Prince asked him, "In the name of heaven, who
are you?"

The man answered, "My name is Steelpacha."

The prince now turned toward the door, but the man implored him, "Give
me another jug of water, and I will give you a second life."

The Prince thought, "He will give me a second life; I have one into
the bargain. This will be a prodigy indeed!" and he filled the jug
again and put it to the man's lips.

He then turned away and already held the door-latch in his hand when
Steelpacha called to him, "Oh, sir, come back to me! You have twice
acted nobly by me; prove yourself a man a third time and I will give
you a third life. Take this jug, fill it to the brim, and pour it over
my head; and for this labour of love I will give you a third life."

When the Prince heard this he turned back, took the jug, filled it
with water, and poured it over the man's head. The moment the water
touched him the chains about his neck fell asunder and all the bonds
which held him were unloosed. Quick as lightning Steelpacha sprang up,
spread a pair of wings, flew out of the window, snatched up the
Princess, the wife of his deliverer, took flight with her under his
wing, and in a moment had disappeared from view. That was a prodigy
indeed!

The Prince now looked forward with deepest dread to the Emperor's
return. However, when the Emperor came home, the Prince told the whole
story exactly as it had happened. The Emperor was beside himself with
grief. "Why did you do thus?" said he reproachfully. "Did I not
expressly forbid you to enter the ninth room?"

The Prince answered soothingly, "Don't be angry with me. I will go at
once to seek Steelpacha and rescue my wife from him."

The Emperor tried to dissuade him from this plan. "Don't do that,"
said he; "you shall on no account move a step from this place. You
have no idea who Steelpacha is. Many an army and much treasure did I
waste before I got him in my power. So remain quietly with me. I will
provide another wife for you. And don't be unhappy; I love you as my
own son."

But the Prince was deaf to all these persuasions, and adhered to his
first resolution. He provided himself with the necessary money,
mounted his horse, and went forth into the world to seek Steelpacha.
For a long time he wandered about, and at last he arrived at a city.
He was gazing around with some curiosity, when suddenly a woman called
to him from a balcony, "You Prince, get down from your horse and come
into the court!"

As the Prince entered the court the woman came to meet him. He looked
narrowly at her and recognized his eldest sister. They flew into each
other's arms and lavished sweet kisses upon each other.

The sister was the first to speak. "Come out upon the balcony with me,
brother."

When they were upon the balcony the Prince asked his sister whom she
had married, and she answered, "I am married to the Emperor of the
Dragons. My husband is himself a Dragon. So, brother, it would be
worth your while to hide, for my husband often says he would cut his
brothers-in-law in small bits if he ever laid eyes upon them. Let me
first question him; if he promises to do you no harm I will tell him
of your arrival."

So said and so done. The sister concealed her brother and his horse.
The evening drew on. The Dragon's supper was ready; they were awaiting
his arrival, when at last he came. When he flew in the whole earth was
bathed in blinding light; but he had hardly entered when he called to
his wife:

"Wife, I smell men's bones. Who is here? Tell me quick!"

"No one is here," she answered.

"That is not possible," said he.

Upon this the wife said, "I want to ask you a question, and do you
answer me truly and honestly. Would you do any harm to my brothers if
they happened to come here?"

The Dragon-emperor answered, "I would have the eldest and the second
killed and roasted, but I would do nothing to the youngest."

Upon this she said, "My youngest brother, your brother-in-law, is
arrived."

When the Dragon-emperor heard this he cried, "Out with him, then!" And
when the sister brought her brother from his hiding-place the Emperor
ran to meet him and showered kisses upon him.

"Welcome here, brother-in-law!"

"God be with you, sister's husband!"

"Where were you hiding?"

"Here I am!" And he told him the object of his journey, from beginning
to end.

The Dragon-emperor said to him, "You are running the greatest risk,
God help you! The day before yesterday Steelpacha flew past with your
wife. I was awaiting him with seven thousand dragons, but we could not
overcome him. I adjure you, let that fiend alone. I will give you
money to your heart's desire; just go quietly home."

But the Prince would not hear a word of this advice, and emphatically
declared that he would continue his journey on the morrow. When the
Emperor saw that he could not prevent him, nor induce him to turn
back, he drew a feather out of his wing and gave it to his
brother-in-law, with these words:

"Give good heed to what I now tell you. Take this feather of mine, and
if you come across Steelpacha and find yourself in great danger, then
burn my feather; that very moment I will come to your aid with the
whole strength of my army."

The Prince concealed the feather in a safe place and went his way. He
travelled on and on until he reached a second great city. Here again,
as he was going through the city, a woman called to him from a
balcony.

"Ho, there, you Prince, dismount from your horse and come into the
court!"

The Prince rode into the court. Behold, who comes to meet him? It is
his second sister! They rush into each other's arms and kiss each
other heartily. Then the sister led her brother into the castle.

When she had put the horse into the stable she asked the object of his
journey, and he told her the whole story of his adventures, finally
asking her, "And whom have you married, dear sister?"

She answered, "I am married to the Emperor of the Falcons. He will
come home to-night. But I must carefully conceal you, for he is
furious against my brothers." So saying, she concealed the Prince.

In a little while the Falcon-emperor came home, and the whole city
quaked with the tumult of his approach. Supper was served at once, but
not before he had cried to his wife, "I smell men's flesh!"

The wife answered, "What are you thinking of, husband?"

At last, after talking for some time of this thing and that, she asked
him, "Would you do any harm to my brothers if they were to come here?"

The Emperor said, "It would surely go hard with the eldest and the
second, but I would do nothing to the youngest." Then she told him of
her youngest brother's arrival.

The Falcon-emperor commanded his wife to bring her brother before him,
and as soon as he beheld him he fell upon his neck and kissed him.
"Welcome, dear brother-in-law!"

"A lucky and joyful meeting, dear sister's husband!" answered the
Prince; upon which they sat down to supper.

After supper the Emperor asked his brother-in-law concerning the
object of his journey, and the Prince replied that he was seeking
Steelpacha, and told him all his adventures. But the Emperor began to
counsel him.

"Give up your journey," said he. "Just let me tell you something about
Steelpacha. That very day on which he stole your wife I was awaiting
him with five thousand falcons, and waged a fearful battle with him.
Blood flowed knee-deep around us, yet we could not prevail against
him. And how shall you, a single man, overmaster him? So I give you
this well-meant advice: Go back home. So much of my treasure as your
heart desires is yours; take it and go."

But the Prince answered, "Hearty thanks for your offer, but go back
with my task unperformed I will not. No, never! I must yet find
Steelpacha." For he thought to himself, "Why should I not? Have I not
three lives?"

When the Falcon-emperor became convinced that he could not move him
from his purpose he drew a feather out of his wing and gave it to him,
with these words, "Here, take this feather of mine, and if you come
into great danger strike a fire and burn it I will come at once to
your aid with all my forces."

So the Prince took the feather and set forth to seek Steelpacha.

For a long time he went up and down through the wide world, until at
last he reached a third city. He had hardly entered it when a woman
called to him from a balcony, "Dismount and come into the court!"

The Prince turned his horse and rode into the court. Behold, there was
his youngest sister! They fell into each other's arms and lavished
kisses upon each other. She led the horse into the stable, the brother
into the castle. Then the Prince asked, "Sister, whom have you
married?"

And she answered, "My consort is the Emperor of the Eagles; it is he
whom I have married."

When the Eagle-emperor came home that night his wife met him
affectionately; but he paid no attention to her greeting, but asked
her, "What man has come into my castle? Tell me at once!"

She answered, "There is no one here," and they sat down to supper.
During supper she asked him, as if by chance, "Would you do any harm
to my brothers if they should suddenly arrive?"

The Emperor answered, "The eldest and the second I should kill without
hesitation, but not the youngest. On the contrary, I would hasten to
his aid at any time, as far as it was in my power."

Then she said to the Emperor, "My youngest brother is come to pay us a
visit."

The Emperor commanded that he should be presented at once, went to
meet him and greeted him with "Welcome, dear brother-in-law!"

The other answered, "A lucky and joyful meeting, dear sister's
husband!"

So they sat down to the table.

After supper they talked of one thing and another, and at last the
Prince told them that he was seeking for Steelpacha. When the
Eagle-emperor heard this he said everything he could think of to
dissuade him from this idea.

"Dear brother-in-law," said he, "leave that fiend alone and give up
your journey. Stay, rather, here with me; you shall be made happy in
every respect."

But the Prince paid no heed to his words, and as soon as morning
dawned he made ready and set off to seek Steelpacha. But before he
went away the Eagle-emperor, who saw that he could not turn him from
his purpose, drew forth a feather from his wing and said:

"Take this feather, brother-in-law, and if ever you are in need or
danger, strike a fire and burn it. I will come at once with my eagles
to help you."

The Prince put the feather in his pocket and set forth.

Thus he roved around the world from city to city, going ever farther
and farther till at last one day he discovered his wife in a cavern.
She was not a little surprised to see him, and cried out to him, "In
the name of heaven, husband, how came you here?"

He hastily told her his adventures, and added, "Wife, my wife! Quick,
let us flee!"

But she hesitated. "Where shall we go, since Steelpacha can overtake
us in a moment? He will kill you on the spot, and bring me back here
again."

But the Prince, being mindful of the three lives which Steelpacha had
given him, still coaxed his wife to flee, and they set out. Hardly had
they started when Steelpacha heard of it, gave rapid chase, and
overtook them.

"Oho, little Prince!" he cried out, "you would steal my wife, would
you?"

He tore her away from the Prince, and continued, "This time I give you
your life, for I have not forgotten that I promised you three lives;
but go now, and never come back again after her, for if you do your
life is at stake."

With these words Steelpacha took the woman away, while the Prince
remained alone, in doubt what to do next. At last he resolved to go
after his wife again.

When he arrived near the cavern he waited for his opportunity till
Steelpacha should be gone away; and once more he fled, taking his wife
with him.

Steelpacha soon heard of it, pursued after them, overtook them, fitted
an arrow to his bow, and cried out, "Would you rather that I kill you
with this arrow, or shall I cut you down with my sword?"

The Prince began to beg with all his might, and Steelpacha said to
him, "This second time I give you your life, but let me tell you one
thing: don't you try again to carry away this woman, for I will not
again give you your life, but will kill you on the spot as dead as a
mouse."

With these words he seized the woman and carried her away, while the
Prince again remained alone, always planning how to rescue his wife.
Finally he said to himself, "After all, why should I be afraid? I
still have two lives--that one which he gave me and the one I had
before."

So he resolved to go back to his wife the next day when Steelpacha was
absent.

"Come," he said to her, "let us flee!" She objected that it was
useless to flee, since they would be at once overtaken; but he
constrained her to go with him.

But very soon Steelpacha overtook them, and cried out to the Prince,
"Wait, just wait! I will never forgive you this!" The Prince was
terrified and began to beg for mercy, but Steelpacha silenced him.

"You remember that I gave you three lives? All right; now I give you
the third, and you have nothing more to expect from me. So go home in
peace, and beware of hazarding the life which God lent you."

When the Prince saw that he was powerless against the might of
Steelpacha he turned back homeward with a heavy heart. Suddenly he
remembered what his brothers-in-law had said to him when they gave him
the feathers, and he said to himself, "Come what come may, I will go
once more to rescue my wife, and in case of need I will burn the
feathers and call my brothers-in-law to my assistance."

So said and so done.

He went back to the cavern and saw his wife in Steelpacha's arms. He
waited around till the latter had gone away, and then showed himself
to his wife. She was not a little frightened, and cried out in terror,
"In the name of heaven! Is life so hateful that you come back again
for me?"

He calmed her and told her that his brothers-in-law had promised to
help him in utmost need. "And therefore," said he, "I am come for you
once more; make ready to flee."

She did so, and they hastened away; but Steelpacha soon got news of
their flight, and cried to them from afar, "Just wait, little Prince;
you haven't escaped me yet!"

But as soon as the Prince saw Steelpacha he drew the three feathers
and his tinder-box out of his pocket, struck a light, and kindled the
feathers one by one. But while they were kindling Steelpacha overtook
him, drew his sword, and cleft the Prince in half.

That very moment what a prodigy occurred! There came flying the
Dragon-emperor with his dragons, the Falcon-emperor with his falcons,
and the Eagle-emperor with all his eagles, and waged battle with
Steelpacha. Blood flowed in streams, but fortune favoured Steelpacha,
and he made off safely, carrying his prize, the Princess, with him.

The three emperors now took counsel over their brother-in-law's body,
and decided to recall him to life. So they summoned three of the
swiftest dragons and asked which one of them could most speedily bring
some water from the river Jordan. The first one said, "I can do it
within half an hour;" the second said, "I can do it in a quarter of an
hour;" the third said, "I will have it here in nine minutes." The
emperors said to this one, "Then set out, Dragon, as fast as
possible."

The Dragon put forth all his impetuous strength, and truly within nine
minutes he brought back the water from the Jordan. The emperors took
the water, poured it over the two portions of the Prince's body and
scarcely had the water touched them when the young man sprang upon his
feet, safe and sound, as if nothing had happened to him.

The emperors then counselled him, "Now go back home, since you have
been restored to life!"

But the Prince answered that he must once more try his luck, and, by
one means or another, free his wife from the clutches of that fiend.
His imperial brothers-in-law remonstrated:

"Do give it up! You will surely perish this time, for you have no life
at command except the one God lent you!"

But for all answer the Prince remained dumb.

Then the emperors said, "All right; if you are bent upon trying again,
come what come may, at least don't attempt to get your wife away by
flight, but beg her to wheedle Steelpacha into telling her wherein his
strength lies. Then bring us word, that we may help you to get the
best of him."

So the Prince stole secretly to his wife and told her how she should
coax Steelpacha to tell her the secret of his strength. Then he betook
himself to some place of safety.

When Steelpacha came home the Princess beset him with questions. "In
heaven's name, do tell me wherein your strength lies!"

Steelpacha answered, "My pretty wife, my strength lies in my sword."

Then the Princess prayed to the sword as if to God. At sight of this
Steelpacha burst into a mocking laugh and said to her, "Oh, you simple
woman! my strength lies not in my sword but in my arrow."

Therefore she fell upon her knees before the arrow and began to pray
to it. Then Steelpacha said, "My wife, some one must have well taught
you how to coax from me the secret of my strength. If your husband
were alive I should say it was he who had taught you."

But she swore by body and soul that no one had taught her, no one had
been there.

After several days her husband came again, and she told him that thus
far it had been impossible to learn from Steelpacha wherein his
strength lay. But the Prince answered, "Try again," and went away.

When Steelpacha came home she asked him anew wherein his strength lay.
Upon which he answered her, "Since I see that you have a high respect
for my strength, I will confess the truth about it."

Then he told her: "Far from here is a mountain-peak. On this
mountain-peak lives a Fox. The Fox has a heart in which a bird is
concealed; this bird holds my strength. But that Fox is very hard to
catch, for he has many transformations."

The next day, when Steelpacha was away from home, the Prince came
again to his wife to learn what he had told her. She repeated
everything carefully, and the Prince went straight away to his
brothers-in-law with the much-longed-for news. They received it with
joy, and at once set out with the Prince to go to that mountain-peak.

Arrived there, they set the eagles upon the Fox, which immediately
took refuge in a lake and there changed himself into a gull with six
wings. But the falcons gave battle to the gull and drove him thence.
He flew high amid the clouds, the falcons ever following. In a trice
the gull changed himself into a fox again and tried to escape into the
earth; but, falling into the power of the eagles and all the rest of
the mighty host, he was surrounded and taken prisoner.

Then the emperors commanded that the Fox should be cut open and his
heart taken out. A fire was kindled, the heart cut open, and the bird
taken out and cast into the flames. As soon as the bird was burned
Steelpacha vanished forever.

So the Prince took his wife and went happily home.




_The Buried Moon_


Long ago in my grandmother's time, the Carland was all in bogs, great
pools of black water, and creeping trickles of green water, and
squishy mools which squirted when you stepped on them.

Well, granny used to say how long before her time the Moon herself was
once dead and buried in the marshes, and as she used to tell me, I'll
tell you all about it.

The Moon up yonder shone and shone just as she does now, and when she
shone she lighted up the bogpools, so that one could walk about almost
as safe as in the day.

But when she didn't shine, out came the Things that dwelt in the
darkness and went about seeking to do evil and harm; Bogles and
Crawling Horrors, all came out when the Moon didn't shine.

Well, the Moon heard of this, and being kind and good--as she surely
is, shining for us in the night instead of taking her natural
rest--she was main troubled. "I'll see for myself, I will," said she,
"maybe it's not so bad as folks make out."

Sure enough, at the month's end down she stepped, wrapped up in a
black cloak, and a black hood over her yellow shining hair. Straight
she went to the bog edge and looked about her. Water here and water
there; waving tussocks and trembling mools, and great black snags all
twisted and bent. Before her all was dark--dark but for the glimmer of
the stars in the pools, and the light that came from her own white
feet, stealing out of her black cloak.

The Moon drew her cloak faster about her and trembled, but she
wouldn't go back without seeing all there was to be seen; so on she
went, stepping as light as the wind in summer from tuft to tuft
between the muddy, gurgling water holes. Just as she came near a big
black pool her foot slipped and she was nigh tumbling in. She grabbed
with both hands at a snag near by, to steady herself with, but as she
touched it, it twined itself round her wrists, like a pair of
handcuffs, and gripped her so that she couldn't move. She pulled and
twisted and fought, but it was no good. She was fast, and must stay
fast.

Presently as she stood trembling in the dark, wondering if help would
come, she heard something calling in the distance, calling, calling,
and then dying away with a sob, till the marshes were full of this
pitiful crying sound; then she heard steps floundering along,
squishing in the mud and slipping on the tufts, and through the
darkness she saw a white face with great feared eyes.

'T was a man strayed in the bogs. Mazed with fear he struggled on
toward the flickering light that looked like help and safety. And when
the poor Moon saw that he was coming nigher and nigher to the deep
hole, farther and farther from the path, she was so mad and so sorry
that she struggled and fought and pulled harder than ever. And though
she couldn't get loose she twisted and turned, till her black hood
fell back off her shining yellow hair, and the beautiful light that
came from it drove away the darkness.

Oh, but the man cried with joy to see the light again. And at once all
evil things fled back into the dark corners, for they cannot abide the
light. So he could see where he was, and where the path was, and how
he could get out of the marsh. And he was in such haste to get away
from the Quicks, and Bogles, and Things that dwelt there, that he
scarce looked at the brave light that came from the beautiful shining
yellow hair, streaming out over the black cloak and falling to the
water at his feet. And the Moon herself was so taken up with saving
him, and with rejoicing that he was back on the right path, that she
clean forgot that she needed help herself, and that she was held fast
by the Black Snag.

So off he went, spent and gasping, and stumbling and sobbing with joy,
flying for his life out of the terrible bogs. Then it came over the
Moon, she would main like to go with him. So she pulled and fought as
if she were mad, till she fell on her knees, spent with tugging, at
the foot of the snag. And as she lay there, gasping for breath, the
black hood fell forward over her head. So out went the blessed light
and back came the darkness, with all its Evil Things, with a screech
and a howl. They came crowding round her, mocking and snatching and
beating; shrieking with rage and spite, and swearing and snarling, for
they knew her for their old enemy, that drove them back into the
corners, and kept them from working their wicked wills.

"Drat thee!" yelled the witch-bodies, "thou 'st spoiled our spells
this year agone!"

"And us thou sent'st to brood in the corners!" howled the Bogles.

And all the Things joined in with a great "Ho, ho!" till the very
tussocks shook and the water gurgled. And they began again.

"We'll poison her--poison her!" shrieked the witches.

And "Ho, ho!" howled the Things again.

"We'll smother her--smother her!" whispered the Crawling Horrors, and
twined themselves round her knees.

And "Ho, ho!" mocked the rest of them.

And again they all shouted with spite and ill-will. And the poor Moon
crouched down, and wished she was dead and done with.

And they fought and squabbled what they should do with her, till a pale
gray light began to come in the sky; and it drew nigh the dawning. And
when they saw that, they were feared lest they shouldn't have time to
work their will; and they caught hold of her, with horrid bony fingers,
and laid her deep in the water at the foot of the snag. And the Bogles
fetched a strange big stone and rolled it on top of her, to keep her
from rising. And they told two of the Will-o-the-wykes to take turns in
watching on the black snag, to see that she lay safe and still, and
couldn't get out to spoil their sport.

And there lay the poor Moon, dead and buried in the bog; till some one
would set her loose; and who'd know where to look for her?

Well, the days passed, and 't was the time for the new moon's coming,
and the folk put pennies in their pockets and straws in their caps so
as to be ready for her, and looked about, for the Moon was a good
friend to the marsh folk, and they were main glad when the dark time
was gone, and the paths were safe again, and the Evil Things were
driven back by the blessed Light into the darkness and the waterholes.

But days and days passed, and the new Moon never came, and the nights
were aye dark, and the Evil Things were worse than ever. And still the
days went on, and the new Moon never came. Naturally the poor folk
were strangely feared and mazed, and a lot of them went to the Wise
Woman who dwelt in the old mill, and asked if so be she could find out
where the Moon was gone.

"Well," said she, after looking in the brewpot, and in the mirror, and
in the Book, "it be main queer, but I can't rightly tell ye what's
happened to her. If ye hear aught, come and tell me."

So they went their ways; and as days went by, and never a Moon came,
naturally they talked--my word! I reckon they _did_ talk! their
tongues wagged at home, and at the inn, and in the garth. But so came
one day, as they sat on the great settle in the Inn, a man from the
far end of the bog lands was smoking and listening, when all at once
he sat up and slapped his knee. "My faicks!" said he, "I'd clean
forgot, but I reckon I kens where the Moon be!" and he told them of
how he was lost in the bogs, and how, when he was nigh dead with
fright, the light shone out, and he found the path and got home safe.

So off they all went to the Wise Woman, and told her about it, and she
looked long in the pot and the Book again, and then she nodded her
head.

"It's dark still, childer, dark!" says she, "and I can't rightly see,
but do as I tell ye, and ye'll find out for yourselves. Go, all of ye,
just afore the night gathers, put a stone in your mouth, and take a
hazel-twig in your hands, and say never a word till you're safe home
again. Then walk on and fear not, far into the midst of the marsh,
till ye find a coffin, a candle, and a cross. Then ye'll not be far
from your Moon; look, and m'appen ye'll find her."

So come the next night in the darklings, out they went all together,
every man with a stone in his mouth, and a hazel-twig in his hand, and
feeling, thou may'st reckon, main feared and creepy. And they stumbled
and stottered along the paths into the midst of the bogs; they saw
naught, though they heard sighings and flutterings in their ears, and
felt cold wet fingers touching them; but all together, looking around
for the coffin, the candle, and the cross, while they came nigh to the
pool beside the great snag, where the Moon lay buried. And all at once
they stopped, quaking and mazed and skeery, for there was the great
stone, half in, half out of the water, for all the world like a
strange big coffin; and at the head was the black snag, stretching out
its two arms in a dark gruesome cross, and on it a tiddy light
flickered, like a dying candle. And they all knelt down in the mud,
and said, "Our Lord," first forward, because of the cross, and then
backward, to keep off the Bogles; but without speaking out, for they
knew that the Evil Things would catch them, if they didn't do as the
Wise Woman told them.

Then they went nigher, and took hold of the big stone, and shoved it
up, and afterward they said that for one tiddy minute they saw a
strange and beautiful face looking up at them glad-like out of the
black water; but the Light came so quick and so white and shining,
that they stepped back mazed with it, and the very next minute, when
they could see again, there was the full Moon in the sky, bright and
beautiful and kind as ever, shining and smiling down at them, and
making the bogs and the paths as clear as day, and stealing into the
very corners, as though she'd have driven the darkness and the Bogles
clean away if she could.




_The Farmer of Liddesdale_


There was in Liddesdale (in Morven) a Farmer who suffered great loss
within the space of one year. In the first place, his wife and
children died, and shortly after their death the Ploughman left him.
The hiring-markets were then over, and there was no way of getting
another Ploughman in the place of the one that left. When spring came
his neighbours began ploughing; but he had not a man to hold the
plough, and he knew not what he should do. The time was passing, and
he was, therefore, losing patience. At last he said to himself, in a
fit of passion, that he would engage the first man that came his way,
whoever he should be.

Shortly after that a man came to the house. The Farmer met him at the
door, and asked him whither was he going, or what was he seeking? He
answered that he was a Ploughman, and that he wanted an engagement. "I
want a Ploughman, and if we agree about the wages, I will engage thee.
What dost thou ask from this day to the day when the crop will be
gathered in?"

"Only as much of the corn when it shall be dry as I can carry with me
in one burden-withe."

"Thou shalt get that," said the Farmer, and they agreed.

Next morning the Farmer went out with the Ploughman, and showed him
the fields which he had to plough. Before they returned, the Ploughman
went to the wood, and having cut three stakes, came back with them,
and placed one of them at the head of each one of the fields. After he
had done that he said to the Farmer, "I will do the work now alone,
and the ploughing need no longer give thee anxiety."

Having said this, he went home and remained idle all that day. The
next day came, but he remained idle as on the day before. After he
had spent a good while in that manner, the Farmer said to him that it
was time for him to begin to work now, because the spring was passing
away, and the neighbours had half their work finished.

He replied, "Oh, our land is not ready yet."

"How dost thou think that?"

"Oh, I know it by the stakes."

If the delay of the Ploughman made the Farmer wonder, this answer made
him wonder more. He resolved that he would keep his eye on him, and
see what he was doing.

The Farmer rose early next morning, and saw the Ploughman going to the
first field. When he reached the field, he pulled the stake at its end
out of the ground, and put it to his nose. He shook his head and put
the stake back in the ground, He then left the first field and went to
the rest. He tried the stakes, shook his head, and returned home. In
the dusk he went out the second time to the fields, tried the stakes,
shook his head, and after putting them again in the ground, went home.
Next morning he went out to the fields the third time. When he reached
the first stake he pulled it out of the ground and put it to his nose
as he did on the foregoing days. But no sooner had he done that than
he threw the stake from him, and stretched away for the horses with
all his might.

He got the horses, the withes, and the plough, and when he reached the
end of the first field with them, he thrust the plough into the
ground, and cried:

    "My horses and my leather-traces, and mettlesome lads,
                The earth is coming up!"

He then began ploughing, kept at it all day at a terrible rate and
before the sun went down that night there was not a palm-breadth of
the three fields which he had not ploughed, sowed, and harrowed. When
the Farmer saw this he was exceedingly well pleased, for he had his
work finished as soon as his neighbours.

The Ploughman was quick and ready to do everything that he was told,
and so he and the Farmer agreed well until the harvest came. But on a
certain day when the reaping was over the Farmer said to him that he
thought the corn was dry enough for putting in. The Ploughman tried a
sheaf or two, and answered that it was not dry yet. But shortly after
that day he said that it was now ready. "If it is," said the Farmer,
"we'd better begin putting it in."

"We will not until I get my share out of it first," said the
Ploughman. He then went off to the wood, and in a short time returned,
having in his hand a withe scraped and twisted. He stretched the withe
on the field, and began to put the corn in it. He continued putting
sheaf after sheaf in the withe until he had taken almost all the
sheaves that were on the field. The Farmer asked of him what he meant?
"Thou didst promise me as wages as much corn as I could carry with me
in one burden-withe, and here I have it now," said the Ploughman, as
he was shutting the withe.

The Farmer saw that he would be ruined by the Ploughman, and therefore
said:

    "'T was in the Mart I sowed,
    'T was in the Mart I baked,
    'T was in the Mart I harrowed.
    Thou Who hast ordained the three Marts,
    Let not my share go in one burden-withe.'"

Instantly the withe broke, and it made a loud report, which echo
answered from every rock far and near. Then the corn spread over the
field, and the Ploughman went away in a white mist in the skies, and
was seen no more.




_The Badger's Money_


Once upon a time, in a hut at a place called Namékata, in Hitache,
there lived an old priest, famous neither for learning nor wisdom, but
bent only on passing his days in prayer and meditation. He had not
even a child to wait upon him, but prepared his food with his own
hands. Night and morning he recited the prayer, "Namu Amida Butsu,"
intent upon that alone. Although the fame of his virtue did not reach
far, yet his neighbours respected and revered him, and often brought
him food and raiment; and when his roof or his walls fell out of
repair, they would mend them for him; so for the things of this world
he took no thought.

One very cold night, when he little thought any one was outside, he
heard a voice calling, "Your reverence! your reverence!" So he rose
and went out to see who it was, and there he beheld an old badger
standing. Any ordinary man would have been greatly alarmed at the
apparition; but the priest, being such as he has been described above,
showed no sign of fear, but asked the creature his business. Upon this
the badger respectfully bent its knees, and said:

"Hitherto, sir, my lair has been in the mountains, and of snow or
frost I have taken no heed; but now I am growing old, and this severe
cold is more that I can bear. I pray you to let me enter and warm
myself at the fire of your cottage, that I may live through this
bitter night."

When the priest heard what a helpless state the beast was reduced to,
he was filled with pity, and said:

"That's a very slight matter; make haste and come in and warm
yourself."

The badger, delighted with so good a reception, went into the hut, and
squatting down by the fire began to warm itself; and the priest, with
renewed fervour, recited his prayers and struck his bell before the
image of Buddha, looking straight before him. After two hours the
badger took its leave, with profuse expressions of thanks, and went
out; and from that time forth it came every night to the hut. As the
badger would collect and bring with it dried branches and dead leaves
from the hills for firewood, the priest at last became very friendly
with it, and got used to its company; so that if ever, as the night
wore on, the badger did not arrive, he used to miss it, and wonder why
it did not come. When the winter was over, and the spring-time came at
the end of the second month, the badger gave up its visits, and was no
more seen; but, on the return of the winter, the beast resumed its old
habit of coming to the hut. When this practice had gone on for ten
years, one day the badger said to the priest, "Through your
reverence's kindness for all these years, I have been able to pass the
winter nights in comfort. Your favours are such that, during all my
life, and even after my death, I must remember them. What can I do to
requite them? If there is anything that you wish for, pray tell me."

The priest, smiling at this speech, answered, "Being such as I am, I
have no desire and no wishes. Glad as I am to hear your kind
intentions, there is nothing that I can ask you to do for me. You need
feel no anxiety on my account. As long as I live, when the winter
comes, you shall be welcome here." The badger, on hearing this, could
not conceal its admiration at the depth of the old man's benevolence;
but having so much to be grateful for, it felt hurt at not being able
to requite it. As this subject was often renewed between them, the
priest at last, touched by the goodness of the badger's heart, said,
"Since I have shaven my head, renounced the world, and forsaken the
pleasures of this life, I have no desire to gratify, yet I own I
should like to possess three riyos in gold. Food and raiment I receive
by the favour of the villagers, so I take no heed for those things.
Were I to die to-morrow, and attain my wish of being born again into
the next world, the same kind folk have promised to meet and bury my
body. Thus, although I have no other reason to wish for money, still
if I had three riyos I would offer them up at some holy shrine, that
masses and prayers might be said for me, whereby I might enter into
salvation. Yet I would not get this money by violent or unlawful
means; I only think of what might be if I had it. So you see, since
you have expressed such kind feelings toward me, I have told you what
is on my mind." When the priest had done speaking, the badger leaned
its head on one side with a puzzled and anxious look, so much so that
the old man was sorry he had expressed a wish which seemed to give the
beast trouble, and tried to retract what he had said. "Posthumous
honours, after all, are the wish of ordinary men, I, who am a priest,
ought not to entertain such thoughts, or to want money; so pray pay no
attention to what I have said;" and the badger, feigning assent to
what the priest had impressed upon it, returned to the hills as usual.

From that time forth the badger came no more to the hut. The priest
thought this very strange, but imagined either that the badger stayed
away because it did not like to come without the money, or that it had
been killed in an attempt to steal it; and he blamed himself for
having added to his sins for no purpose, repenting when it was too
late: persuaded, however, that the badger must have been killed, he
passed his time in putting up prayers upon prayers for it.

After three years had gone by, one night the old man heard a voice
near his door calling out, "Your reverence! your reverence!"

As the voice was like that of the badger, he jumped up as soon as he
heard it, and ran out to open the door; and there, sure enough, was
the badger. The priest, in great delight, cried out, "And so you are
safe and sound, after all! Why have you been so long without coming
here? I have been expecting you anxiously this long while."

So the badger came into the hut, and said, "If the money which you
required had been for unlawful purposes, I could easily have procured
as much as ever you might have wanted; but when I heard that it was to
be offered to a temple for masses for your soul, I thought that, if I
were to steal the hidden treasure of some other man, you could not
apply to a sacred purpose money which had been obtained at the
expense of his sorrow. So I went to the island of Sado, and gathering
the sand and earth which had been cast away as worthless by the
miners, fused it afresh in the fire; and at this work I spent months
and days." As the badger finished speaking, the priest looked at the
money which it had produced, and sure enough he saw that it was bright
and new and clean; so he took the money, and received it respectfully,
raising it to his head.

"And so you have had all this toil and labour on account of a foolish
speech of mine? I have obtained my heart's desire, and am truly
thankful."

As he was thanking the badger with great politeness and ceremony, the
beast said, "In doing this I have but fulfilled my own wish; still I
hope that you will tell this thing to no man."

"Indeed," replied the priest, "I cannot choose but tell this story.
For if I keep the money in my poor hut, it will be stolen by thieves:
I must either give it to some one to keep for me, or else at once
offer it up at the temple. And when I do this, when people see a poor
old priest with a sum of money quite unsuited to his station, they
will think it very suspicious, and I shall have to tell the tale as it
occurred; but as I shall say that the badger that gave me the money
has ceased coming to my hut, you need not fear being waylaid, but can
come, as of old, and shelter yourself from the cold." To this the
badger nodded assent, and as long as the old priest lived, it came and
spent the winter nights with him.




_The Grateful Foxes_


One fine spring day, two friends went out to a moor to gather fern,
attended by a boy with a bottle of wine and a box of provisions. As
they were straying about, they saw at the foot of a hill a fox that
had brought out its cub to play; and whilst they looked on, struck by
the strangeness of the sight, three children came up from a
neighbouring village with baskets in their hands, on the same errand
as themselves. As soon as the children saw the foxes, they picked up a
bamboo stick and took the creatures stealthily in the rear; and when
the old foxes took to flight, they surrounded them and beat them with
the stick, so that they ran away as fast as their legs could carry
them; but two of the boys held down the cub, and, seizing it by the
scruff of the neck, went off in high glee.

The two friends were looking on all the while, and one of them,
raising his voice, shouted out, "Hallo! you boys! what are you doing
with that fox?"

The eldest of the boys replied, "We're going to take him home and sell
him to a young man in our village. He'll buy him, and then he'll boil
him in a pot and eat him."

"Well," replied the other, after considering the matter attentively,
"I suppose it's all the same to you whom you sell him to. You'd better
let me have him."

"Oh, but the young man from our village promised us a good round sum
if we could find a fox, and got us to come out to the hills and catch
one; and so we can't sell him to you at any price."

"Well, I suppose it cannot be helped, then; but how much would the
young man give you for the cub?"

"Oh, he'll give us three hundred cash at least."

"Then I'll give you half a bu; and so you'll gain five hundred cash by
the transaction."

"Oh, we'll sell him for that, sir. How shall we hand him over to you?"

"Just tie him up here," said the other; and so he made fast the cub
round the neck with the string of the napkin in which the luncheon box
was wrapped, and gave half a bu to the three boys, who ran away
delighted.

The man's friend, upon this, said to him, "Well, certainly you have
got queer tastes. What on earth are you going to keep that fox for?"

"How very unkind of you to speak of my tastes like that. If we had not
interfered just now, the fox's cub would have lost its life. If we had
not seen the affair, there would have been no help for it. How could I
stand by and see life taken? It was but a little I spent--only half a
bu--to save the cub, but had it cost a fortune I should not have
grudged it. I thought you were intimate enough with me to know my
heart; but to-day you have accused me of being eccentric, and I see
how mistaken I have been in you. However, our friendship shall cease
from this day forth."

And when he had said this with a great deal of firmness, the other,
retiring backward and bowing with his hands on his knees, replied:

"Indeed, indeed, I am filled with admiration at the goodness of your
heart. When I hear you speak thus, I feel more than ever how great is
the love I owe you. I thought that you might wish to use the cub as a
sort of decoy to lead the old ones to you, that you might pray them to
bring prosperity and virtue to your house. When I called you eccentric
just now, I was but trying your heart, because I had some suspicions
of you; and now I am truly ashamed of myself."

And as he spoke, still bowing, the other replied, "Really! was that
indeed your thought? Then I pray you to forgive me for my violent
language."

When the two friends had thus become reconciled, they examined the
cub, and saw that it had a slight wound in its foot, and could not
walk; and while they were thinking what they should do, they spied out
the herb called "Doctor's Nakasé," which was just sprouting; so they
rolled up a little of it in their fingers and applied it to the part.
Then they pulled out some boiled rice from their luncheon box and
offered it to the cub, but it showed no sign of wanting to eat; so
they stroked it gently on the back, and petted it; and as the pain of
the wound seemed to have subsided, they were admiring the properties
of the herb, when, opposite to them, they saw the old foxes sitting
watching them by the side of some stacks of rice straw.

"Look there! the old foxes have come back, out of fear for their cub's
safety. Come, we will set it free!" And with these words they untied
the string round the cub's neck, and turned its head toward the spot
where the old foxes sat; and as the wounded foot was no longer
painful, with one bound it dashed to its parents' side and licked them
all over for joy, while they seemed to bow their thanks, looking
toward the two friends. So, with peace in their hearts, the latter
went off to another place, and, choosing a pretty spot, produced the
wine bottle and ate their noon-day meal; and after a pleasant day,
they returned to their homes, and became firmer friends than ever.

Now the man who had rescued the fox's cub was a tradesman in good
circumstances: he had three or four agents and two maid-servants,
besides men-servants; and altogether he lived in a liberal manner. He
was married, and this union had brought him one son, who had reached
his tenth year, but had been attacked by a strange disease which
defied all the physicians' skill and drugs. At last a famous physician
prescribed the liver taken from a live fox, which, as he said, would
certainly effect a cure. If that were not forthcoming, the most
expensive medicine in the world would not restore the boy to health.
When the parents heard this, they were at their wits' end. However,
they told the state of the case to a man who lived on the mountains.
"Even though our child should die for it," they said, "we will not
ourselves deprive other creatures of their lives; but you, who live
among the hills, are sure to hear when your neighbours go out
fox-hunting. We don't care what price we might have to pay for a fox's
liver; pray, buy one for us at any expense." So they pressed him to
exert himself on their behalf; and he, having promised faithfully to
execute the commission went his way.

In the night of the following day there came a messenger, who
announced himself as coming from the person who had undertaken to
procure the fox's liver; so the master of the house went out to see
him.

"I have come from Mr. So-and-so. Last night the fox's liver that you
required fell into his hands; so he sent me to bring it to you." With
these words the messenger produced a small jar, adding, "In a few days
he will let you know the price."

When he had delivered his message, the master of the house was greatly
pleased and said, "Indeed, I am deeply grateful for this kindness,
which will save my son's life."

Then the good wife came out, and received the jar with every mark of
politeness.

"We must make a present to the messenger."

"Indeed, sir, I've already been paid for my trouble."

"Well, at any rate, you must stop the night here."

"Thank you, sir: I've a relation in the next village whom I have not
seen for a long while, and I will pass the night with him;" and so he
took his leave, and went away.

The parents lost no time in sending to let the physician know that
they had procured the fox's liver. The next day the doctor came and
compounded a medicine for the patient, which at once produced a good
effect, and there was no little joy in the household. As luck would
have it, three days after this the man whom they had commissioned to
buy the fox's liver came to the house; so the good wife hurried out to
meet him and welcome him.

"How quickly you fulfilled our wishes, and how kind of you to send at
once! The doctor prepared the medicine, and now our boy can get up and
walk about the room; and it's all owing to your goodness."

"Wait a bit!" cried the guest, who did not know what to make of the
joy of the two parents. "The commission with which you entrusted me
about the fox's liver turned out to be a matter of impossibility, so
I came to-day to make my excuses; and now I really can't understand
what you are so grateful to me for."

"We are thanking you, sir," replied the master of the house, bowing
with his hands on the ground, "for the fox's liver which we asked you
to procure for us."

"I really am perfectly unaware of having sent you a fox's liver; there
must be some mistake here. Pray inquire carefully into the matter."

"Well, this is very strange. Four nights ago, a man of some five or
six and thirty years of age came with a verbal message from you, to
the effect that you had sent him with a fox's liver, which you had
just procured, and said that he would come and tell us the price
another day. When we asked him to spend the night here, he answered
that he would lodge with a relation in the next village, and went
away."

The visitor was more and more lost in amazement, and, leaning his head
on one side in deep thought, confessed that he could make nothing of
it. As for the husband and wife, they felt out of countenance at
having thanked a man so warmly for favours of which he denied all
knowledge; and so the visitor took his leave, and went home.

That night there appeared at the pillow of the master of the house a
woman of about one or two and thirty years of age, who said, "I am the
fox that lives at such-and-such a mountain. Last spring, when I was
taking out my cub to play, it was carried off by some boys, and only
saved by your goodness. The desire to requite this kindness pierced me
to the quick. At last, when calamity attacked your house, I thought
that I might be of use to you. Your son's illness could not be cured
without a liver taken from a live fox, so to repay your kindness I
killed my cub and took out its liver; then its sire, disguising
himself as a messenger, brought it to your house."

And as she spoke, the fox shed tears; and the master of the house,
wishing to thank her, moved in bed, upon which his wife awoke and
asked him what was the matter; but he, too, to her great astonishment,
was biting the pillow and weeping bitterly.

"Why are you weeping thus?" asked she.

At last he sat up in bed, and said, "Last spring, when I was out on a
pleasure excursion, I was the means of saving the life of a fox's cub,
as I told you at the time. The other day I told Mr. So-and-so that,
although my son were to die before my eyes, I would not be the means
of killing a fox on purpose; but asked him in case he heard of any
hunter killing a fox, to buy it for me. How the foxes came to hear of
this I don't know; but the foxes to whom I had shown kindness killed
their own cub and took out the liver; and the old dog-fox, disguising
himself as a messenger from the person to whom we had confided the
commission, came here with it. His mate has just been at my
pillow-side and told me all about it; hence it was that, in spite of
myself, I was moved to tears."

When she heard this, the good wife likewise was blinded by her tears,
and for a while they lay lost in thought; but at last, coming to
themselves, they lighted the lamp on the shelf on which the family
idol stood, and spent the night in reciting prayers and praises, and
the next day they published the matter to the household and to their
relations and friends. Now, although there are instances of men
killing their own children to requite a favour, there is no other
example of foxes having done such a thing; so the story became the
talk of the whole country.

Now, the boy who had recovered through the efficacy of this medicine
selected the prettiest spot on the premises to erect a shrine to Inari
Sama, the Fox God, and offered sacrifice to the two old foxes, for
whom he purchased the highest rank at court of the Mikado.




_The Black Horse_


Once there was a king, and he had three sons, and when the king died,
they did not give a shade of anything to the youngest son, but an old
white limping garron.

"If I get but this," quoth he, "it seems that I had best go with this
same."

He was going with it right before him, sometimes walking, sometimes
riding. When he had been riding a good while he thought that the
garron would need a while of eating, so he came down to earth, and
what should he see coming out of the heart of the western air toward
him but a rider riding high, well, and right well.

"All hail, my lad," said he.

"Hail, king's son," said the other.

"What's your news?" said the king's son.

"I've got that," said the lad who came. "I am after breaking my heart
riding this ass of a horse; but will you give me the limping white
garron for him?"

"No," said the prince; "it would be a bad business for me."

"You need not fear," said the man that came, "there is no saying but
that you might make better use of him than I. He has one value, there
is no single place that you can think of in the four parts of the
wheel of the world that the black horse will not take you there."

So the king's son got the black horse, and he gave the limping white
garron.

Where should he think of being when he mounted but in the Realm
Underwaves. He went, and before sunrise on the morrow he was there.
What should he find when he got there but the son of the King
Underwaves holding a court, and the people of the realm gathered to
see if there was any one who would undertake to go to seek the
daughter of the King of the Greeks to be the prince's wife. No one
came forward, when who should come up but the rider of the black
horse.

"You rider of the black horse," said the prince, "I lay you under
crosses and under spells to have the daughter of the King of the
Greeks here before the sun rises to-morrow."

The lad went out and he reached the black horse and leaned his elbow
on his mane, and he heaved a sigh.

"Sigh of a king's son under spells!" said the horse; "but have no
care; we shall do the thing that was set before you." And so off they
went.

"Now," said the horse, "when we get near the great town of the Greeks,
you will notice that the four feet of a horse never went to the town
before. The king's daughter will see me from the top of the castle
looking out of a window, and she will not be content without a turn of
a ride upon me. Say that she may have that, but the horse will suffer
no man but you to ride before a woman on him."

They came near the big town, and he fell to horsemanship; and the
princess was looking out of the windows, and noticed the horse. The
horsemanship pleased her, and she came out just as the horse had come.

"Give me a ride on the horse," said she.

"You shall have that," said he, "but the horse will let no man ride
him before a woman but me."

"I have a horseman of my own," said she.

"If so, set him in front," said he.

Before the horseman mounted at all, when he tried to get up, the horse
lifted his legs and kicked him off.

"Come then, yourself, and mount before me," said she; "I won't leave
the matter so."

He mounted the horse and she behind him, and before she glanced from
her she was nearer sky than earth. He was in Realm Underwaves with her
before sunrise.

"You are come," said Prince Underwaves.

"I am come," said he.

"There you are, my hero," said the prince. "You are the son of a
king, but I am a son of success. Anyhow, we shall have no delay or
neglect now, but a wedding."

"Just gently," said the princess; "your wedding is not so short a way
off as you suppose. Till I get the silver cup that my grandmother had
at her wedding, and that my mother had as well, I will not marry, for
I need to have it at my own wedding."

"You rider of the black horse," said the Prince Underwaves, "I set you
under spells and under crosses unless the silver cup is here before
dawn to-morrow."

Out the lad went and reached the horse and leaned his elbow on his
mane, and he heaved a sigh.

"Sigh of a king's son under spells!" said the horse; "mount and you
shall get the silver cup. The people of the realm are gathered about
the king to-night, for he has missed his daughter, and when you get to
the palace go in and leave me without; they will have the cup there
going round the company. Go in and sit in their midst. Say nothing,
and seem to be as one of the people of the place. But when the cup
comes round to you, take it under your oxter, and come out to me with
it, and we'll go."

Away they went and they got to Greece, and he went into the palace and
did as the black horse bade. He took the cup and came out and mounted,
and before sunrise he was in the Realm Underwaves.

"You are come," said Prince Underwaves.

"I am come," said he.

"We had better get married now," said the prince to the Greek
princess.

"Slowly and softly," said she. "I will not marry till I get the silver
ring that my grandmother and my mother wore when they were wedded."

"You rider of the black horse," said the Prince Underwaves, "do that.
Let's have that ring here to-morrow at sunrise."

The lad went to the black horse and put his elbow on his crest and
told him how it was.

"There never was a matter set before me harder than this matter which
has now been set in front of me," said the horse, "but there is no
help for it at any rate. Mount me. There is a snow mountain and an ice
mountain and a mountain of fire between us and the winning of that
ring. It is right hard for us to pass them."

Thus they went as they were, and about a mile from the snow mountain
they were in a bad case with cold. As they came near it the lad struck
the horse, and with the bound he gave the black horse was on the top
of the snow mountain; at the next bound he was on the top of the ice
mountain; at the third bound he went through the mountain of fire.
When he had passed the mountains the lad was dragging at the horse's
neck, as though he were about to lose himself. He went on before him
down to a town below.

"Go down," said the black horse, "to a smithy; make an iron spike for
every bone end in me."

Down he went as the horse desired, and he got the spikes made, and
back he came with them.

"Stick them into me," said the horse, "every spike of them in every
bone end that I have."

That he did; he stuck the spikes into the horse.

"There is a loch here," said the horse, "four miles long and four
miles wide, and when I go out into it the loch will take fire and
blaze. If you see the Loch of Fire going out before the sun rises,
expect me, and if not, go your way."

Out went the black horse into the lake, and the lake became flame.
Long was he stretched about the lake, beating his palms and roaring.
Day came, and the loch did not go out.

But at the hour when the sun was rising out of the water the lake went
out.

And the black horse rose in the middle of the water with one single
spike in him, and the ring upon its end.

He came on shore, and down he fell beside the loch.

Then down went the rider. He got the ring, and he dragged the horse
down to the side of a hill. He fell to sheltering him with his arms
about him, and as the sun was rising he got better and better, till
about midday, when he rose on his feet.

"Mount," said the horse, "and let us be gone."

He mounted on the black horse, and away they went.

He reached the mountains, and he leaped the horse at the fire mountain
and was on the top. From the mountain of fire he leaped to the
mountain of ice, and from the mountain of ice to the mountain of snow.
He put the mountains past him, and by morning he was in Realm
Underwaves.

"You are come," said the prince.

"I am," said he.

"That's true," said Prince Underwaves. "A king's son are you, but a
son of success am I. We shall have no more mistakes and delays, but a
wedding this time."

"Go easy," said the Princess of the Greeks. "Your wedding is not so
near as you think yet. Till you make a castle, I won't marry you. Not
to your father's castle nor to your mother's will I go to dwell; but
make me a castle for which your father's castle will not make washing
water."

"You rider of the black horse, make that," said Prince Underwaves,
"before the morrow's sun rises."

The lad went out to the horse and leaned his elbow on his neck and
sighed, thinking that this castle never could be made for ever.

"There never came a turn in my road yet that is easier for me to pass
than this," said the black horse.

The lad gave a glance from him and saw all that were there, and ever
so many wrights and stone masons at work, and the castle was ready
before the sun rose.

He shouted at the Prince Underwaves, and he saw the castle. He tried
to pluck out his eye, thinking that it was a false sight.

"Son of King Underwaves," said the rider of the black horse, "don't
think that you have a false sight; this is a true sight."

"That's true," said the prince. "You are a son of success, but I am a
son of success, too. There will be no more mistakes and delays, but a
wedding now."

"No," said she. "The time is come. Should we not go to look at the
castle? There's time enough to get married before the night comes."

They went to the castle and the castle was without a fault.

"I see one," said the prince. "One want at least to be made good. A
well must be made inside, so that water may not be far to fetch when
there is a feast or a wedding in the castle."

"That won't be long undone," said the rider of the black horse.

The well was made, and it was seven fathoms deep and two or three
fathoms wide, and they looked at the well on the way to the wedding.

"It is all very good," said she, "but for one little fault yonder."

"Where is it?" said Prince Underwaves.

"There," said she.

He bent him down to look. She came out, and she put her two hands at
his back, and cast him in.

"Be thou there," said she. "If I go to be married, thou art not the
man; but the man who did each exploit that has been done, and, if he
chooses, him will I have."

Away she went with the rider of the little black horse to the wedding.

And at the end of three years after that, so it was that he first
remembered the black horse or where he left him.

He got up and went out, and he was very sorry for his neglect of the
black horse. He found him just where he left him.

"Good luck to you, gentleman," said the horse. "You seem as if you had
got something that you like better than me."

"I have not got that, and I won't; but it came over me to forget you,"
said he.

"I don't mind," said the horse, "it will make no difference. Raise
your sword and smite off my head."

"Fortune will not allow that I should do that," said he.

"Do it instantly, or I will do it to you," said the horse.

So the lad drew his sword and smote off the horse's head; then he
lifted his two palms and uttered a doleful cry.

What should he hear behind him but "All hail, my brother-in-law!"?

He looked behind him, and there was the finest man he ever set eyes
upon.

"What set you weeping for the black horse?" said he.

"This," said the lad, "that there never was born of man or beast a
creature in this world that I was fonder of."

"Would you take me for him?" said the stranger.

"If I could think you the horse I would; but if not, I would rather
have the horse," said the rider.

"I am the black horse," said the lad, "and if I were not, how should
you have all these things that you went to seek in my father's house.
Since I went under spells, many a man have I ran at before you met me.
They had but one word amongst them: they could not keep me, nor manage
me, and they never kept me a couple of days. But when I fell in with
you, you kept me till the time ran out that was to come from the
spells. And now you shall go home with me, and we will make a wedding
in my father's house."




_Truth's Triumph_


Several hundred years ago there was a certain Rajah who had twelve
wives, but no children, and though he caused many prayers to be said,
and presents made in temples far and near, never a son nor a daughter
had he. Now this Rajah had a Wuzeer who was a very, very wise old man,
and it came to pass that one day, when he was travelling in a distant
part of his kingdom, accompanied by this Wuzeer and the rest of his
court, he came upon a large garden, in walking round which he was
particularly struck by a little tree which grew there. It was a
bringal tree, not above two feet in height. It had no leaves, but on
it grew a hundred and one bringals. The Rajah stopped to count them,
and then turning to the Wuzeer in great astonishment, said, "It is to
me a most unaccountable thing, that this little tree should have no
leaves, but a hundred and one bringals growing on it. You are a wise
man--can you guess what this means?"

The Wuzeer replied, "I can interpret this marvel to you, but if I do,
you will most likely not believe me; promise therefore that if I tell
you, you will not cause me to be killed as having told (as you
imagine) a lie."

The Rajah promised, and the Wuzeer continued: "The meaning of this
little bringal tree, with the hundred and one bringals growing on it,
is this. Whoever marries the daughter of the Malee in charge of this
garden will have a hundred and one children--a hundred sons and one
daughter."

The Rajah said. "Where is the maiden to be seen?"

The Wuzeer answered, "When a number of great people like you and all
your court come into a little village like this, the poor people, and
especially the children, are frightened and run away and hide
themselves; therefore, as long as you stay here as Rajah you cannot
hope to see her. Your only means will be to send away your suite, and
cause it to be announced that you have left the place. Then, if you
walk daily in this garden, you may some morning meet the pretty Guzra
Bai, of whom I speak."

Upon this advice the Rajah acted; and one day whilst walking in the
garden he saw the Malee's young daughter, a girl of twelve years old,
busy gathering flowers. He went forward to accost her, but she, seeing
that he was not one of the villagers, but a stranger, was shy, and ran
home to her father's house.

The Rajah followed, for he was very much struck with her grace and
beauty; in fact, he fell in love with her as soon as he saw her, and
thought he had never seen a king's daughter half so charming.

When he got to the Malee's house the door was shut; so he called out,
"Let me in, good Malee; I am the Rajah, and I wish to marry your
daughter."

The Malee only laughed, and answered, "A pretty tale to tell a simple
man, indeed! You a Rajah! why the Rajah is miles away. You had better
go home, my good fellow, for there's no welcome for you here!" But the
Rajah continued calling till the Malee opened the door; who then was
indeed surprised, seeing it was truly no other than the Rajah, and he
asked what he could do for him.

The Rajah said, "I wish to marry your beautiful daughter, Guzra Bai."

"No, no," said the Malee, "this joke won't do. None of your Princes in
disguise for me. You may think you are a great Rajah and I only a poor
Malee, but I tell you that makes no difference at all to me. Though
you were king of all the earth, I would not permit you to come here
and amuse yourself chattering to my girl, only to fill her head with
nonsense, and to break her heart."

"In truth, good man, you do me wrong," answered the Rajah humbly: "I
mean what I say; I wish to marry your daughter."

"Do not think," retorted the Malee, "that I'll make a fool of myself
because I'm only a Malee, and believe what you've got to say, because
you're a great Rajah. Rajah or no Rajah is all one to me. If you mean
what you say, if you care for my daughter and wish to be married to
her, come and be married; but I'll have none of your new-fangled forms
and court ceremonies hard to be understood; let the girl be married by
her father's hearth and under her father's roof, and let us invite to
the wedding our old friends and acquaintances whom we've known all our
lives, and before we ever thought of you."

The Rajah was not angry, but amused, and rather pleased than otherwise
at the old man's frankness, and he consented to all that was desired.

The village beauty, Guzra Bai, was therefore married with as much pomp
as they could muster, but in village fashion, to the great Rajah, who
took her home with him, followed by the tears and blessings of her
parents and playmates.

The twelve kings' daughters were by no means pleased at this addition
to the number of the Ranees; and they agreed amongst themselves that
it would be highly derogatory to their dignity to permit Guzra Bai to
associate with them, and that the Rajah their husband, had offered
them an unpardonable insult in marrying a Malee's daughter, which was
to be revenged upon her the very first opportunity.

Having made this league, they tormented poor Guzra Bai so much that,
to save her from their persecutions, the Rajah built her a little
house of her own, where she lived very, very happily for a short time.

At last one day he had occasion to go and visit a distant part of his
dominions, but fearing his high-born wives might ill-use Guzra Bai in
his absence, at parting he gave her a little golden bell, saying, "If
while I am away you are in any trouble, or any one should be unkind to
you, ring this little bell, and wherever I am I shall instantly hear
it, and will return to your aid."

No sooner had the Rajah gone, than Guzra Bai thought she would try the
power of the bell. So she rang it.

The Rajah instantly appeared. "What do you want?" he said.

"Oh, nothing," she replied. "I was foolish. I could hardly believe
what you told me could be true, and thought I would try."

"Now you will believe, I hope," he said, and went away. A second time
she rang the bell. Again the Rajah returned.

"Oh, pardon me, husband," she said; "it was wrong of me not to trust
you, but I hardly thought you could return again from so far."

And again he went away. A third time she rang the golden bell. "Why do
you ring again, Guzra Bai?" asked the Rajah sternly, as for a third
time he returned.

"I don't know, indeed; indeed I beg your pardon," she said; "but I
know not why, I felt so frightened."

"Have any of the Ranees been unkind to you?" he asked.

"No, none," she answered; "in fact, I have seen none of them."

"You are a silly child," said he, stroking her hair. "Affairs of the
state call me away. You must try and keep a good heart till my
return;" and for the fourth time he disappeared.

A little while after this, wonderful to relate, Guzra Bai had a
hundred and one children--a hundred boys and one girl. When the Ranees
heard this, they said to each other, "Guzra Bai, the Malee's daughter,
will rank higher than us; she will have great power and influence as
mother to the heir to the Raj; let us kill these children, and tell
our husband that she is a sorceress; then will he love her no longer,
and his old affection for us will return." So these twelve wicked
Ranees all went over to Guzra Bai's house. When Guzra Bai saw them
coming, she feared they meant to do her some harm, so she seized her
little golden bell, and rang, and rang, and rang--but no Rajah came.
She had called him back so often that he did not believe she really
needed his help. And thus the poor woman was left to the mercy of her
implacable enemies.

Now the nurse who had charge of the hundred and one babies was an old
servant of the twelve Ranees, and moreover a very wicked woman, able
and willing to do whatever her twelve wicked old mistresses ordered.
So when they said to her, "Can you kill these children?" she answered,
"Nothing is easier; I will throw them out upon the dust-heap behind
the palace, where the rats and hawks and vultures will have left none
of them remaining by to-morrow morning."

"So be it," said the Ranees. Then the nurse took the hundred and one
little innocent children--the hundred little boys and the one little
girl--and threw them behind the palace on the dust-heap, close to some
large rat-holes; and after that, she and the twelve Ranees placed a
very large stone in each of the babies' cradles, and said to Guzra
Bai, "Oh, you evil witch in disguise, do not hope any longer to impose
by your arts on the Rajah's credulity. See, your children have all
turned into stones. See these, your pretty babies!"--and with that
they tumbled the hundred and one stones down in a great heap on the
floor. Then Guzra Bai began to cry, for she knew it was not true; but
what could one poor woman do against thirteen? At the Rajah's return
the twelve Ranees accused Guzra Bai of being a witch, and the nurse
testified that the hundred and one children she had charge of had
turned into stones, and the Rajah believed them rather than Guzra Bai,
and he ordered her to be imprisoned for life.

Meanwhile a Bandicote had heard the pitiful cries of the children, and
taking pity on them, dragged them all, one by one, into her hole, out
of the way of kites and vultures. She assembled all the Bandicotes
from far and near, and told them what she had done, begging them to
assist in finding food for the children. Then every day a hundred and
one Bandicotes would come, each bringing a little bit of food in his
mouth, and give it to one of the children; and so day by day they grew
stronger and stronger, until they were able to run about, and then
they used to play of a morning at the mouth of the Bandicote's hole,
running in there to sleep every night. But one fine day who should
come by but the wicked old nurse! Fortunately all the boys were in the
hole, and the little girl, who was playing outside, on seeing her ran
in there too, but not before the nurse had seen her. She immediately
went to the twelve Ranees and related this, saying, "I cannot help
thinking some of the children may still be living in those rat-holes.
You had better send and have them dug out and killed."

"We dare not do that," answered they, "for fear of causing suspicion;
but we will order some labourers to dig up that ground and make it
into a field, and that will effectually smother any of the children
who may still be alive."

This plan was approved and forthwith carried into execution; but the
good Bandicote, who happened that day to be out on a foraging
expedition in the palace, heard all about it there, and immediately
running home, took all the children from her hole to a large well some
distance off, where she hid them in the hollows behind the steps
leading down to the well, laying one child under each step.

Here they would have been quite safe, had not the Dhobee happened to
go down to the well that day to wash some clothes, taking with him his
little girl. While her father was drawing up water, the child amused
herself running up and down the steps of the well. Now each time her
weight pressed down a step it gave the child hidden underneath a
little squeeze. All the hundred boys bore this without uttering a
sound; but when the Dhobee's child trod on the step under which the
little girl was hidden, she cried out, "How can you be so cruel to me,
trampling on me in this way? Have pity on me, for I am a little girl
as well as you."

When the child heard these words proceeding from the stone, she ran in
great alarm to her father, saying, "Father, I don't know what's the
matter, but something alive is certainly under those stones. I heard
it speak; but whether it is a Rakshas or an angel or a human being I
cannot tell." Then the Dhobee went to the twelve Ranees to tell them
the wonderful news about the voice in the well; and they said to each
other, "Maybe it's some of Guzra Bai's children; let us send and have
this inquired into." So they sent some people to pull down the well
and see if some evil spirits were not there.

Then labourers went to pull down the well. Now, close to the well was
a little temple dedicated to Gunputti, containing a small shrine and a
little clay image of the god. When the children felt the well being
pulled down they called out for help and protection to Gunputti, who
took pity on them and changed them into trees growing by his temple--a
hundred little mango trees all round in a circle (which were the
hundred little boys), and a little rose bush in the middle, covered
with red and white roses, which was the little girl.

The labourers pulled down the well, but they found nothing there but a
poor old Bandicote, which they killed. Then, by order of the twelve
wicked Ranees, they sacrilegiously destroyed the little temple. But
they found no children there, either. However, the Dhobee's
mischievous little daughter had gone with her father to witness the
work of destruction, and as they were looking on, she said, "Father,
do look at all those funny little trees; I never remember noticing
them here before." And being very inquisitive, she started off to have
a nearer look at them. There in a circle grew the hundred little mango
trees, and in the centre of all the little rose bush, bearing the red
and white roses.

The girl rushed by the mango trees, who uttered no words, and running
up to the rose bush, began gathering some of the flowers. At this the
rose bush trembled very much, and sighed and said, "I am a little girl
as well as you; how can you be so cruel? You are breaking all my
ribs."

Then the child ran back to her father and said, "Come and listen to
what the rose bush says." And the father repeated the news to the
twelve Ranees, who ordered that a great fire should be made, and the
hundred and one little trees be burned in it, root and branch, till
not a stick remained.

The fire was made, and the hundred and one little trees were dug up
and just going to be put into it, when Gunputti, taking pity on them,
caused a tremendous storm to come on, which put out the fire and
flooded the country and swept the hundred and one trees into the
river, where they were carried down a long, long way by the torrent,
until at last the children were landed, restored to their own shapes,
on the river bank, in the midst of a wild jungle, very far from any
human habitation.

Here these children lived for ten years, happy in their mutual love
and affection. Generally every day fifty of the boys would go out to
collect roots and berries for their food, leaving fifty at home to
take care of their little sister; but sometimes they put her in some
safe place, and all would go out together for the day; nor were they
ever molested in their excursions by bear, panther, snake, scorpion,
or other noxious creature. One day all the brothers put their little
sister safely up in a fine shady tree, and went out together to hunt.
After rambling on for some time they came to the hut of a savage
Rakshas, who in the disguise of an old woman had lived for many years
in the jungle.

The Rakshas, angry at this invasion of her domain, no sooner saw them
than she changed them all into crows. Night came on, and their little
sister was anxiously awaiting her brothers' return, when on a sudden
she heard a loud whirring sound in the air, and round the tree flocked
a hundred black crows, cawing and offering her berries and roots which
they had dug up with their sharp bills. Then the little sister guessed
too truly what must have happened--that some malignant spirit had
metamorphosed her brothers into this hideous shape; and at the sad
sight she began to cry.

Time wore on; every morning the crows flew away to collect food for
her and for themselves, and every evening they returned to roost in
the branches of the high tree where she sat the livelong day, crying
as if her heart would break.

At last so many bitter tears had she shed that they made a little
stream which flowed from the foot of the tree right down through the
jungle.

Some months after this, one fine day, a young Rajah from a
neighbouring country happened to be hunting in this very jungle; but
he had not been very successful. Toward the close of the day he found
himself faint and weary, having missed his way and lost his comrades,
with no companion save his dogs, who, being thirsty, ran hurriedly
hither and thither in search of water. After some time, they saw in
the distance what looked like a clear stream; the dogs rushed there
and the tired prince, following them, flung himself down on the grass
by the water's brink, thinking to sleep there for the night; and, with
his hands under his head, stared up into the leafy branches of the
tree above him. Great was his astonishment to see high up in in the
air an immense number of crows, and above them all a most lovely young
girl, who was feeding them with berries and wild fruits. Quick as
thought, he climbed the tree, and bringing her carefully and gently
down, seated her on the grass beside him, saying, "Tell me, pretty
lady, who you are, and how you come to be living in this dreary
place." So she told him all her adventures, except that she did not
say the hundred crows were her hundred brothers. Then the Rajah said,
"Do not cry any more, fair Princess; you shall come home with me and
be my Ranee, and my father and mother shall be yours."

At this she smiled and dried her eyes, but quickly added, "You will
let me take these crows with me, will you not? for I love them dearly,
and I cannot go away unless they may come too."

"To be sure," he answered. "You may bring all the animals in the
jungle with you, if you like, if you will only come."

So he took her home to his father's house, and the old Rajah and Ranee
wondered much at this jungle lady, when they saw her rare beauty, her
modest, gentle ways and her queenly grace. Then the young Rajah told
them how she was a persecuted Princess, and asked their leave to marry
her; and because her loving goodness had won all hearts, they gave
their consent as joyfully as if she had been daughter of the greatest
of Rajahs, and brought with her a splendid dower; and they called her
Draupadi Bai.

Draupadi had some beautiful trees planted in front of her palace, in
which the crows, her brothers, used to live, and she daily with her
own hands boiled a quantity of rice, which she would scatter for them
to eat as they flocked around her. Now some time after this, Draupadi
Bai had a son, who was called Ramchundra. He was a very good boy, and
his mother, Draupadi Bai, used to take him to school every morning,
and go and fetch him home in the evening. But one day, when Ramchundra
was about fourteen years old, it happened that Draupadi Bai did not go
to fetch him home from school as she was wont; and on his return he
found her sitting under the trees in front of her palace, stroking the
glossy black crows that flocked around her, and weeping.

Then Ramchundra threw down his bundle of books and said to his
mother, putting his elbows on her knees, and looking up in her face,
"Mammy, dear, tell me why you are now crying, and what it is that
makes you so often sad."

"Oh, nothing, nothing," she answered.

"Yes, dear mother," said he, "do tell me. Can I help you? If I can, I
will."

Draupadi Bai shook her head. "Alas, no, my son," she said; "you are
too young to help me; and as for my grief, I have never told it to any
one. I cannot tell it to you now." But Ramchundra continued begging
and praying her to tell him, until at last she did; relating to him
all her own and his uncles' sad history; and lastly, how they had been
changed by a Rakshas into the black crows he saw around him.

Then the boy sprang up and said, "Which way did your brothers take
when they met the Rakshas?"

"How can I tell?" she asked.

"Why," he answered, "I thought perhaps you might remember on which
side they returned that first night to you, after being bewitched."

"Oh," she said, "they came toward the tree from that part of the
jungle which lies in a straight line behind the palace."

"Very well," cried Ramchundra, joyfully, "I also will go there, and
find out this wicked old Rakshas, and learn by what means they may be
disenchanted."

"No, no, my son," she answered, "I cannot let you go; see, I have lost
father and mother, and these my hundred brothers; and now, if you fall
into the Rakshas's clutches as well as they, and are lost to me, what
will life have worth living for?"

To this he replied, "Do not fear for me, mother; I will be wary and
discreet." And going to his father, he said, "Father, it is time I
should see something of the world. I beg you to permit me to travel
and see other lands."

The Rajah answered, "You shall go. Tell me what attendants you would
like to accompany you."

"Give me," said Ramchundra, "a horse to ride, and a groom to take care
of it." The Rajah consented, and Ramchundra set off riding toward the
jungle; but as soon as he got there, he sent his horse back by the
groom with a message to his parents and proceeded alone, on foot.

After wandering about for some time he came upon a small hut, in which
lay an ugly old woman fast asleep. She had long claws instead of
hands, and her hair hung down all around her in a thick black tangle.
Ramchundra knew, by the whole appearance of the place, that he must
have reached the Rakshas's abode of which he was in search; so,
stealing softly in, he sat down and began shampooing her head. At last
the Rakshas woke up. "You dear little boy," she said, "do not be
afraid; I am only a poor old woman, and will not hurt you. Stay with
me, and you shall be my servant." This she said not from any feeling
of kindness or pity for Ramchundra, but merely because she thought he
might be helpful to her. So the young Rajah remained in her service,
determining to stay there till he should have learned from her all
that he wished to know.

Thus one day he said to her, "Good mother, what is the use of all
those little jars of water you have arranged round your house?"

She answered, "That water possesses certain magical attributes; if any
of it is sprinkled on people enchanted by me, they instantly resume
their former shape."

"And what," he continued, "is the use of your wand?"

"That," she replied, "has many supernatural powers; for instance, by
simply uttering your wish and waving it in the air, you can conjure up
a mountain, a river or a forest in a moment of time."

Another day Ramchundra said to her, "Your hair, good mother, is
dreadfully tangled; pray let me comb it."

"No," she said, "you must not touch my hair; it would be dangerous;
for every hair has power to set the jungle on fire."

"How is that?" he asked.

She replied, "The least fragment of my hair thrown in the direction of
the jungle would instantly set it in a blaze."

Having learned all this, one day when it was very hot, and the old
Rakshas was drowsy, Ramchundra begged leave to shampoo her head,
which speedily sent her to sleep; then, gently pulling out two or
three of her hairs, he got up, and taking in one hand her wand, and in
the other two jars of the magic water, he stealthily left the hut; but
he had not gone far before she woke up, and instantly divining what he
had done, pursued him with great rapidity. Ramchundra, looking back
and perceiving that she was gaining upon him, waved the enchanted wand
and created a great river, which suddenly rolled its tumultuous waves
between them; but, quick as thought, the Rakshas swam the river.

Then he turned, and waving the wand again, caused a high mountain to
rise between them; but the Rakshas climbed the mountain. Nearer she
came, and yet nearer; each time he turned to use the wand and put
obstacles in her way, the delay gave her a few minutes' advantage, so
that he lost almost as much as he gained. Then, as a last resource, he
scattered the hairs he had stolen to the winds, and instantly the
jungle on the hill side, through which the Rakshas was coming, was set
in a blaze; the fire rose higher and higher, the wicked old Rakshas
was consumed by the flames, and Ramchundra pursued his journey in
safety until he reached his father's palace. Draupadi Bai was
overjoyed to see her son again, and he led her out into the garden,
and scattered the magic water on the hundred black crows, which
instantly recovered their human forms, and stood up one hundred fine,
handsome young men.

Then were there rejoicings throughout the country, because the Ranee's
brothers had been disenchanted; and the Rajah sent out into all
neighbouring lands to invite their Rajahs and Ranees to a great feast
in honour of his brothers-in-law.

Among others who came to the feast was the Rajah, Draupadi Bai's
father, and the twelve wicked Ranees, his wives.

When they were all assembled, Draupadi arose and said to him, "Noble
sir, we had looked to see your wife Guzra Bai with you. Pray you tell
us wherefore she has not accompanied you."

The Rajah was much surprised to learn that Draupadi Bai knew anything
about Guzra Bai, and he said, "Speak not of her: she is a wicked
woman; it is fit that she should end her days in prison."

But Draupadi Bai and her husband, and her hundred brothers rose and
said, "We require, O Rajah, that you send home instantly and fetch
hither that much injured lady, which, if you refuse to do, your wives
shall be imprisoned, and you ignominiously expelled this kingdom."

The Rajah could not guess what the meaning of this was, and thought
they merely wished to pick a quarrel with him; but not much caring
whether Guzra Bai came or not, he sent for her as was desired. When
she arrived, her daughter, Draupadi Bai, and her hundred sons, with
Draupadi Bai's husband and the young Ramchundra, went out to the gate
to meet her, and conducted her into the palace with all honour. Then,
standing around her, they turned to the Rajah, her husband, and
related to him the story of their lives; how that they were his
children, and Guzra Bai their mother; how she had been cruelly
calumniated by the twelve wicked Ranees, and they in constant peril of
their lives; but having miraculously escaped many terrible dangers,
still lived to pay him duteous service and to cheer and support his
old age.

At this news the whole company was very much astonished. The Rajah,
overjoyed, embraced his wife, Guzra Bai, and it was agreed that she
and their hundred sons should return with him to his own land, which
accordingly was done. Ramchundra lived very happily with his father
and mother to the day of their death, when he ascended the throne, and
became a very popular Rajah; and the twelve wicked old Ranees, who had
conspired against Guzra Bai and her children, were, by order of the
Rajah, burned to death. Thus truth triumphed in the end; but so
unequally is human justice meted out that the old nurse, who worked
their evil will, and was in fact the most guilty wretch of all, is
said to have lived unpunished, to have died in the bosom of her
family, and to have had as big a funeral pile as any virtuous Hindoo.




_The Feast of the Lanterns_


Wang Chih was only a poor man, but he had a wife and children to love,
and they made him so happy that he would not have changed places with
the Emperor himself.

He worked in the fields all day, and at night his wife always had a
bowl of rice ready for his supper. And sometimes, for a treat, she
made him some bean soup, or gave him a little dish of fried pork.

But they could not afford pork very often; he generally had to be
content with rice.

One morning, as he was setting off to his work, his wife sent Han
Chung, his son, running after him to ask him to bring home some
firewood.

"I shall have to go up into the mountain for it at noon," he said. "Go
and bring me my axe, Han Chung."

Han Chung ran for his father's axe, and Ho-Seen-Ko, his little sister,
came out of the cottage with him.

"Remember it is the Feast of Lanterns to-night, father," she said.
"Don't fall asleep up on the mountain; we want you to come back and
light them for us."

She had a lantern in the shape of a fish, painted red and black and
yellow, and Han Chung had got a big round one, all bright crimson, to
carry in the procession; and, besides that, there were two large
lanterns to be hung outside the cottage door as soon at it grew dark.

Wang Chih was not likely to forget the Feast of Lanterns, for the
children had talked of nothing else for a month, and he promised to
come home as early as he could.

At noontide, when his fellow-labourers gave up working, and sat down
to rest and eat, Wang Chih took his axe and went up the mountain
slope to find a small tree he might cut down for fuel.

He walked a long way, and at last saw one growing at the mouth of a
cave.

"This will be just the thing," he said to himself. But, before
striking the first blow, he peeped into the cave to see if it were
empty.

To his surprise, two old men, with long, white beards, were sitting
inside playing chess, as quietly as mice, with their eyes fixed on the
chessboard.

Wang Chih knew something of chess, and he stepped in and watched them
for a few minutes.

"As soon as they look up I can ask them if I may chop down a tree," he
said to himself. But they did not look up, and by and by Wang Chih got
so interested in the game that he put down his axe, and sat on the
floor to watch it better.

The two old men sat cross-legged on the ground, and the chessboard
rested on a slab, like a stone table, between them.

On one corner of the slab lay a heap of small, brown objects which
Wang Chih took at first to be date stones; but after a time the
chess-players ate one each, and put one in Wang Chih's mouth; and he
found it was not a date stone at all.

It was a delicious kind of sweetmeat, the like of which he had never
tasted before; and the strangest thing about it was that it took his
hunger and thirst away.

He had been both hungry and thirsty when he came into the cave, as he
had not waited to have his midday meal with the other field-workers;
but now he felt quite comforted and refreshed.

He sat there some time longer, and noticed that as the old men frowned
over the chessboard, their beards grew longer and longer, until they
swept the floor of the cave, and even found their way out of the door.

"I hope my beard will never grow as quickly," said Wang Chih, as he
rose and took up his axe again.

Then one of the old men spoke, for the first time. "Our beards have
not grown quickly, young man. How long is it since you came here?"

"About half an hour, I dare say," replied Wang Chih. But as he spoke,
the axe crumbled to dust beneath his fingers, and the second
chess-player laughed, and pointed to the little brown sweetmeats on
the table.

"Half an hour, or half a century--aye, half a thousand years, are all
alike to him who tastes of these. Go down into your village and see
what has happened since you left it."

So Wang Chih went down as quickly as he could from the mountain, and
found the fields where he had worked covered with houses, and a busy
town where his own little village had been. In vain he looked for his
house, his wife, and his children.

There were strange faces everywhere; and although when evening came
the Feast of Lanterns was being held once more, there was no
Ho-Seen-Ko carrying her red and yellow fish, or Han Chung with his
flaming red ball.

At last he found a woman, a very, very old woman, who told him that
when she was a tiny girl she remembered her grandmother saying how,
when _she_ was a tiny girl, a poor young man had been spirited away by
the Genii of the mountains, on the day of the Feast of Lanterns,
leaving his wife and little children with only a few handfuls of rice
in the house.

"Moreover, if you wait while the procession passes, you will see two
children dressed to represent Han Chung and Ho-Seen-Ko, and their
mother carrying the empty rice-bowl between them; for this is done
every year to remind people to take care of the widow and fatherless,"
she said. So Wang Chih waited in the street; and in a little while the
procession came to an end; and the last three figures in it were a boy
and a girl, dressed like his own two children, walking on either side
of a young woman carrying a rice-bowl. But she was not like his wife
in anything but her dress, and the children were not at all like Han
Chung and Ho-Seen-Ko; and poor Wang Chih's heart was very heavy as he
walked away out of the town.

He slept out on the mountain, and early in the morning found his way
back to the cave where the two old men were playing chess.

At first they said they could do nothing for him, and told him to go
away and not disturb them; but Wang Chih would not go, and they soon
found the only way to get rid of him was to give him some really good
advice.

"You must go to the White Hare of the Moon, and ask him for a bottle
of the elixir of life. If you drink that you will live forever," said
one of them.

"But I don't want to live forever," objected Wang Chih. "I wish to go
back and live in the days when my wife and children were here."

"Ah, well! For that you must mix the elixir of life with some water
out of the sky-dragon's mouth."

"And where is the sky-dragon to be found?" inquired Wang Chih.

"In the sky, of course. You really ask very stupid questions. He lives
in a cloud-cave. And when he comes out of it he breathes fire, and
sometimes water. If he is breathing fire you will be burnt up, but if
it is only water, you will easily be able to catch some in a little
bottle. What else do you want?"

For Wang Chih still lingered at the mouth of the cave.

"I want a pair of wings to fly with, and a bottle to catch the water
in," he replied boldly.

So they gave him a little bottle; and before he had time to say "Thank
you!" a white crane came sailing past, and lighted on the ground close
to the cave.

"The crane will take you wherever you like," said the old men. "Go
now, and leave us in peace."

So Wang Chih sat on the white crane's back, and was taken up, and up,
and up through the sky to the cloud-cave where the sky-dragon lived.
And the dragon had the head of a camel, the horns of a deer, the eyes
of a rabbit, the ears of a cow and the claws of a hawk.

Besides this, he had whiskers and a beard, and in his beard was a
bright pearl.

All these things show that he was a real, genuine dragon, and if you
ever meet a dragon who is not exactly like this, you will know he is
only a make-believe one.

Wang Chih felt rather frightened when he perceived the cave in the
distance, and if it had not been for the thought of seeing his wife
again, and his little boy and girl, he would have been glad to turn
back.

While he was far away the cloud-cave looked like a dark hole in the
midst of a soft, white, woolly mass, such as one sees in the sky on an
April day; but as he came nearer he found the cloud was as hard as a
rock, and covered with a kind of dry, white grass.

When he got there, he sat down on a tuft of grass near the cave, and
considered what he should do next.

The first thing was, of course, to bring the dragon out, and the next
to make him breathe water instead of fire.

"I have it!" cried Wang Chih at last; and he nodded his head so many
times that the white crane expected to see it fall off.

He struck a light, and set the grass on fire, and it was so dry that
the flames spread all around the entrance to the cave, and made such a
smoke and crackling that the sky-dragon put his head out to see what
was the matter.

"Ho! ho!" cried the dragon, when he saw what Wang Chih had done, "I
can soon put this to rights." And he breathed once, and the water came
out his nose and mouth in three streams.

But this was not enough to put the fire out. Then he breathed twice,
and the water came out in three mighty rivers, and Wang Chih, who had
taken care to fill his bottle when the first stream began to flow,
sailed away on the white crane's back as fast as he could, to escape
being drowned.

The rivers poured over the cloud rock, until there was not a spark
left alight, and rushed down through the sky into the sea below.

Fortunately, the sea lay right underneath the dragon's cave, or he
would have done some nice mischief. As it was, the people on the
coast looked out across the water toward Japan, and saw three
inky-black clouds stretching from the sky into the sea.

"My word! There is a fine rain-storm out at sea!" they said to each
other.

But, of course, it was nothing of the kind; it was only the sky-dragon
putting out the fire Wang Chih had kindled.

Meanwhile, Wang Chih was on his way to the moon, and when he got there
he went straight to the hut where the Hare of the Moon lived, and
knocked at the door.

The Hare was busy pounding the drugs which make up the elixir of life;
but he left his work, and opened the door, and invited Wang Chih to
come in.

He was not ugly, like the dragon; his fur was quite white and soft and
glossy, and he had lovely, gentle brown eyes.

The Hare of the Moon lives a thousand years, as you know, and when he
is five hundred years old he changes his colour, from brown to white,
and becomes, if possible, better tempered and nicer than he was
before.

As soon as he heard what Wang Chih wanted, he opened two windows at
the back of the hut, and told him to look through each of them in
turn.

"Tell me what you see," said the Hare, going back to the table where
he was pounding the drugs.

"I can see a great many houses and people," said Wang Chih, "and
streets--why, this is the town I was in yesterday, the one which has
taken the place of my old village."

Wang Chih stared, and grew more and more puzzled. Here he was up in
the moon, and yet he could have thrown a stone into the busy street of
the Chinese town below his window.

"How does it come here?" he stammered, at last.

"Oh, that is my secret," replied the wise old Hare. "I know how to do
a great many things which would surprise you. But the question is, do
you want to go back there?"

Wang Chih shook his head.

"Then close the window. It is the window of the Present. And look
through the other, which is the window of the Past."

Wang Chih obeyed, and through this window he saw his own dear little
village, and his wife, and Han Chung and Ho-Seen-Ko jumping about her
as she hung up the coloured lanterns outside the door.

"Father won't be in time to light them for us, after all," Han Chung
was saying.

Wang Chih turned, and looked eagerly at the White Hare.

"Let me go to them," he said. "I have got a bottle of water from the
sky-dragon's mouth, and--"

"That's all right," said the White Hare. "Give it to me."

He opened the bottle, and mixed the contents carefully with a few
drops of the elixir of life, which was clear as crystal, and of which
each drop shone like a diamond as he poured it in.

"Now, drink this," he said to Wang Chih, "and it will give you the
power of living once more in the past, as you desire."

Wang Chih held out his hand, and drank every drop.

The moment he had done so, the window grew larger, and he saw some
steps leading from it down into the village street.

Thanking the Hare, he rushed through it, and ran toward his own house,
arriving in time to take the taper from his wife's hand with which she
was about to light the red and yellow lanterns which swung over the
door.

"What has kept you so long, father? Where have you been?" asked Han
Chung, while little Ho-Seen-Ko wondered why he kissed and embraced
them all so eagerly.

But Wang Chih did not tell them his adventures just then; only when
darkness fell, and the Feast of Lanterns began, he took his part in it
with a merry heart.




_The Lake of Gems_


Once upon a time, so very long ago that even the great-grandfathers of
our great-grandmothers had not been born, there lived in the city of
Kwen-lu a little Chinese boy named Pei-Hang.

His father and mother loved him dearly, and did all they could to
shield him from the power of the evil Genii, or spirits, of whom there
were a great many in China. Of course, there were some good Genii too,
but most of them were very much the reverse, and Pei-Hang's mother was
always taking precautions against them.

Now it is said that a wicked Geni will not come near a Chinese boy if
he has some red silk braided in with his pigtail, or if he wears a
silver chain round his neck.

And the most daring Geni has a great dread of old fishing-nets.

Pei-Hang's mother made him a little shirt out of an old fishing-net to
wear next to his skin, and she took care that his pigtail should be
plaited with the brightest red silk she could buy.

She was particular in having his head shaved in exactly the right way,
too, and to have a tuft left sticking up in the luckiest place.

With all these precautions Pei-Hang got safely over the troubles of
his babyhood, and grew from a little boy into a big one, and from a
boy to a tall and handsome youth; and he left off wearing his netted
shirt, although the silver chain still hung round his neck and there
was red silk in his pigtail.

"It is time that Pei-Hang saw a little more," said his father. "He
must go to Chang-ngan, and study under the wise men there, and find
out what the world is thinking about."

Chang-ngan was the old capital of China, a very great city indeed,
and Pin-Too, the master to whom Pei-Hang was sent was the wisest man
in it.

And there Pei-Hang soon learned what the world was thinking about, and
many things besides. And as soon as he was eighteen he took the red
silk out of his pigtail and the silver chain from his neck; for
grown-up people do not need charms to protect them from the
Genii--they can generally protect themselves.

When he was twenty, Pin-Too told him he could not teach him any more.

"It is time for you to go back to your parents, and comfort them in
their old age," he said.

He looked very sorry as he said it, for Pei-Hang had been his
favourite pupil.

"I will start to-morrow, Master," replied Pei-Hang, obediently. "I
will leave the city by the Golden Bridge."

"No, you must go by the Indigo Bridge, for there you will meet your
future wife," said Pin-Too.

"I was not thinking of a wife," observed Pei-Hang, with some dismay.

And Pin-Too wrinkled up his eyes and laughed.

"All the better!" he said. "Because, when you have once seen her, you
will be able to think of nothing else."

It was very hot weather, and Pei-Hang ought to have started early in
the morning; but he sat so long over his books the night before his
journey that he fell fast asleep just before sunrise, and slept all
through the coolest hours of the day.

When he awoke, the sun was blazing down upon the streets of
Chang-ngan, and making the town like a furnace.

However, Pei-Hang took up his stick and set off, because he had
promised his father and mother to start that day.

"I will rest a little at the Indigo Bridge, and walk on again in the
cool of the evening," he said to himself.

But on the bridge he fell asleep again, so tired was he with the many
sleepless nights he had spent in study.

While he slept he had a dream, in which a tall and beautiful maiden
appeared to him, and showed him her right foot, round which a red cord
was bound.

"What is the meaning of it?" asked Pei-Hang, who could hardly take his
eyes away from her face to look at her foot.

"What is the meaning of the red cord around your foot, too?" replied
the girl.

Then Pei-Hang glanced at his right foot, and saw that his foot and the
girl's were tied together by the same thin red cord; and by this he
knew that she must be his future wife.

"I have heard my mother say," he said, "that when a boy is born, the
Fairy of the Moon ties an invisible red cord round his right foot, and
the other end of the cord round the foot of the girl-baby whom he is
to marry."

"That is quite true," said the maiden; "and _this_ is an invisible
cord to people who are awake. Now I will tell you my name, and
remember it when you hear it again. It is Yun-Ying."

"And I will tell you mine," began Pei-Hang, but Yun-Ying stopped him,
smiling.

"Ah, I know yours, and all about you," she said.

This surprised Pei-Hang very much; but he need not have been greatly
astonished, for everyone in Chang-ngan knew that Pei-Hang was the
handsomest and wisest and best loved pupil the wise Pin-Too had ever
had.

And Yun-Ying lived quite close to the city, and had often seen
Pei-Hang walking through the streets with his books.

When Pei-Hang awoke, he found, as she had said, that there was no red
cord around his foot, and no fair maiden looking down at him, either.

"I wonder if she is real, or only a dream-maiden, after all," he said
to himself.

But Yun-Ying was quite real; only her mother, who knew something of
magic, had given her the power of stepping in and out of people's
dreams just as she chose.

Pei-Hang got up and went on his way, thinking of Yun-Ying all the
time.

It was still very hot, and he grew so thirsty that he went to a little
hut by the roadside, and asked an old woman who was sitting in the
doorway to give him a drink.

The old dame told her daughter to fill their best goblet with fresh
spring water, and bring it out to the stranger; and when the daughter
appeared, it was none other than Yun-Ying herself.

"Oh!" cried Pei-Hang, "I thought perhaps I should never see you again,
and I have found you almost directly."

"And what is my name?" asked the girl, laughing.

"Yun-Ying," replied Pei-Hang. "Yun-Ying, Yun-Ying," he repeated, in a
singing tone, just as he had been saying it all the time as he walked
along, as if he loved the sound of it.

Yun-Ying was dressed in white underneath, but her over-dress was
bright blue, embroidered with beautiful flowers which she had worked
herself; and she stood in the door of the hut, with a peach tree in
full bloom over her head, making such a picture of youth and
loveliness that Pei-Hang's heart seemed to jump up into his throat,
and beat there fast enough to choke him.

"Who are you? And how do you come to know Yun-Ying?" asked the old
woman peering and blinking at him, with her hand over her eyes, to
shade them from the sun.

And when she heard about the dream, and the red cord, and that
Pei-Hang wanted to marry her daughter, she did not look at all
pleased.

"If I had two daughters you might have one of them, and welcome," she
grumbled.

For Pei-Hang was not by any means a bad match. His parents were well
off, and he was their only child.

But Yun-Ying was a very pretty girl, and a mandarin of Chang-ngan was
anxious to make her his wife.

"He is four times her age, it is true," said her mother, explaining
this to Pei-Hang; "but he is very rich. All his dishes and plates are
gold, and they say his drinking-cups are gold, set with diamonds."

"He is old and wrinkled, like a little brown monkey," said Yun-Ying.
"_I_ don't want to marry him! And, besides, the Fairy of the Moon
didn't tie my foot to his."

"No, that's true enough," sighed her mother.

She would have liked to tell Pei-Hang to go about his business, but
she knew if the red cord had really been tied between his foot and
Yun-Ying's, it would not be safe to do that.

"Come inside," she said at last; "I'll see what I can promise."

The inside of the hut was fragrant with the scent of herbs which were
strewn all over the floor, and on a wooden stool in the middle lay a
broken pestle and mortar.

"Now," said Yun-Ying's mother, "on this stool I pound magic drugs
given to me by the Genii; but my pestle and mortar is broken. I want a
new one."

"That I can easily buy in Chang-ngan," replied Pei-Hang.

"No; for it is a pestle and mortar of jade, and you can only get one
like it by going to the home of the Genii, which is on a mountain
above the Lake of Gems. If you will do that, and bring it back to me,
you shall marry Yun-Ying."

"Yes, I will do that," said Pei-Hang, after a moment's thought. "But I
must see my parents first."

He had not the least idea where the home of the Genii was; but
Yun-Ying took him out into the garden, and showed him, in the far
distance, a range of snow-capped mountains, with one peak towering
above the rest.

"That is Mount Sumi," she said, "and it is there the Genii live,
sitting on the snow-peaks, and looking down at the Lake of Gems."

"But to reach it you must cross the Blue River, the White River, the
Red River, and the Black River, which are all full of monstrous
fishes. That is why my mother is sending you," sighed Yun-Ying. "She
thinks you will never come back alive."

"I know how to swim," said Pei-Hang, "and fishes don't frighten me."

"Promise me you won't try to swim," said Yun-Ying, earnestly. "You
would be devoured in a moment. Take this box with you. In it you will
find six red seeds. Throw one into each river as you come to it, and
it will shrink into a little brook, over which you can jump."

Pei-Hang opened the box, and saw inside six round, red seeds, each
about the size of a pea; and he agreed to use them as Yun-Ying
directed. Then he kissed her, and set out on his journey to Mount
Sumi.

But on his way across the plain he passed through the town where his
parents lived, and he went to see them, and told them all that had
happened since he left Chang-ngan.

His mother, who was a very wise woman, as mothers generally are, told
him the Genii would be angry if he turned their four great rivers into
brooks, and would probably refuse to give him a pestle and mortar made
of jade.

"I never thought of that," said Pei-Hang.

"Never mind," said his mother, "I will give you a box containing six
white seeds. Cast one into each brook when you have crossed it on your
way home, and the brook will expand into a river again."

Early the next morning Pei-Hang kissed her and went on his way.

He rested during the midday heat, and continued his journey when it
grew cool again; and in this way, at the end of seven days, he came to
the Blue River.

It was a quarter of a mile wide, and as blue as the sky of midsummer,
and fishes were popping their heads out of the water in every
direction. The head of every fish was twice as large as a football,
and had two rows of teeth. But Pei-Hang threw a red seed into the
waves which were lapping the shore, and in a moment, instead of the
wide blue river, a little brook lay at his feet.

The huge fishes were changed into tiny creatures like tadpoles, and he
hopped across the brook on one foot.

Soon afterward he came to the White River, which was half a mile wide,
so rapid that it was covered with foam, like new milk, and full of
immense sea serpents. "I shan't be able to hop over _this_ on one
foot," thought Pei-Hang, throwing his red seed into the water.

But to his surprise the White River shrank just as rapidly as the Blue
River into a tiny rippling brook, with some wee wriggling eels at the
bottom.

Pei-Hang leaped lightly over it, and walked a long way before he came
in sight of the Red River.

This was three-quarters of a mile wide, and bright scarlet. It looked
like a flood of melted sealing-wax, and a row of alligators, with
their mouths wide open, stretched right across it like a bridge.

"Now for my little red seed!" said Pei-Hang, opening his box quite
cheerfully.

The nearest alligator made a snap at the seed as it sank in the river,
but he missed it, and the next minute he found himself no bigger than
a lizard, sitting at the bottom of a stream not half a yard across. At
the other side of it Pei-Hang was met by one of the Genii, who had
come down from his snow-peak to see who it was that had dared to play
such tricks with the three mighty rivers.

Pei-Hang showed him the round white seeds in his other box.

"It is all right," he said, "I can make them as large as they were
before, on my way back. But first I must find the home of the Genii,
and get a pestle and mortar of jade for my future mother-in-law to
pound her magic drugs in."

"First you must cross the Black River," replied the Geni, with rather
a scornful laugh. "It is a mile wide, and the fish in it are six yards
long, and covered with spikes like porcupines."

"How did you get across?" inquired Pei-Hang.

"I? Oh, I can fly," said the Geni.

"And I can jump," retorted Pei-Hang, sturdily.

The Geni walked with him as far as the Black River, and when our hero
saw the great waste of water as black as ink, stretching away in front
of him, it must be confessed his heart sank a little.

But he took out his fourth seed, and watched it disappear beneath a
coal-black wave.

In an instant, to the Geni's astonishment, the river dried up, leaving
only a shallow stream running through the grass at their feet.

The Geni was not altogether a bad-hearted fellow, and he was also much
impressed by the wonderful things Pei-Hang seemed able to do; so he
offered to show him the nearest way to the home of the Genii, on the
top of Mount Sumi.

After a long and wearisome climb they got up there, and found eight of
the Genii sitting on eight snow-peaks, and looking down on the Lake of
Gems, as Yun-Ying had said.

The Lake of Gems lay on the other side of Mount Sumi, and was a
beautiful sheet of water, flashing all the colours of the rainbow.

Pei-Hang could not take his eyes off it. He forgot all about the
pestle and mortar as he watched the waves rippling along the shore,
and leaving behind them diamonds, rubies, sapphires, and pearls in
thousands.

Every pebble on the margin of the lake was a precious stone, and
Pei-Hang wanted to go down and fill his pockets with them.

He stood there while the Geni who had been his guide explained to the
others why he had come, and told them about the wonderful red and
white seeds he carried about with him.

"We must let him have the pestle and mortar," he said, "or he won't
give us our rivers back again." The eight Genii nodded their eight
heads, and spoke all at once, with a noise which was like the rumble
of thunder among the hills. "Let him take it, if he can carry it,"
they said.

And they laughed until the snow-peaks shook beneath them; for the
mortar made of jade was six feet high and four feet wide and the
pestle was so heavy no mortal could lift it.

Pei-Hang, when he had finished staring at the Lake of Gems, walked
round it, and wondered how he was to carry it down the mountain and
across the plains to Chang-ngan.

Then he sat down on the ground to think the matter over, and the
Genii, even his own good-natured Geni, laughed at him again.

"Come!" they said. "If you like to fill the mortar with precious
stones, you may do it. Any man who can carry it empty can carry it
full."

"Because no one can carry it at all," concluded the good-natured Geni,
softly to himself.

Pei-Hang folded his arms, and sat still, and thought, and thought, and
took no notice of their gibes and sneers.

He had not studied three years with the wisest man in Chang-ngan for
nothing, and, besides, he was determined to marry Yun-Ying, and when
young men are very much in love, they sometimes accomplish things
which their friends--and enemies--think are impossible.

At last a light came into his eyes; and he jumped up and asked the
friendly Geni if he would make a little heap of stones at one side of
the mortar.

"I want to be able to look inside it, and I am not tall enough," said
he.

"And why don't you do it yourself?" asked the Geni.

"Because I must go down to the Lake of Gems and collect precious
stones," replied Pei-Hang.

And he ran down to the shore of the lake and gathered diamonds,
rubies, emeralds, pearls, and sapphires, as many as he could carry.

This he did again and again, emptying them into the mortar each time,
until it was quite full, and held gems enough to make Pei-Hang the
richest man in China.

This was exactly what he wanted; for he knew that the yellow-faced
mandarin was only the richest man in Chang-ngan, and that the richest
man in China would have a far greater chance of marrying Yun-Ying.

"Well, what next?" cried the eight Genii, when he had finished. "Will
you take it on your shoulder or on your head?"

"I will just carry it under my arm," replied Pei-Hang, easily.

And he took out his little box, and threw one of his red seeds on top
of the gems.

In a moment the gigantic pestle and mortar shrank into one of the
ordinary size.

Pei-Hang put the pestle in his pocket, and took up the mortar
carefully, because he did not wish to spill the precious stones, and
made a low bow to the Genii.

"Good-bye, and thank you," he said.

They did not laugh this time, but they pursued him with such a roar of
rage that it sounded as if eight lions were waiting for their dinner.

But they did not dare to stop him, knowing that he had the power to
turn the four brooks into four rivers again.

Pei-Hang hurried away, and on his journey did exactly what he had
promised.

He jumped across the first brook, and threw a white seed into it, and
turned it into a terrible inky black waste of waters a mile wide, full
of fishes six yards long, and every fish covered with spikes.

The Genii stopped roaring then; they were relieved to see the Black
River rolling once more between them and the outer world.

When Pei-Hang came to the Red River, and the White River, and the Blue
River, he did the same thing; and from that day to this no one has
been able to find the home of the Genii, because no one but Pei-Hang
could ever cross the Blue River, much less the other three.

Then Pei-Hang journeyed for seven days, and came to his father's and
mother's house, and told them all that had happened since he had left
them, and he gave them a ruby, a diamond, an emerald, a sapphire, a
pearl, and a pink topaz, a jewel for every white seed his mother had
given him, and each as large as a sparrow's egg. After that he went on
to Chang-ngan, and there he found that, although he had only been a
month away, Yun-Ying's mother had told everyone he was dead, and
invited all her friends to a wedding feast in honour of her daughter's
marriage with the yellow-faced old mandarin. The wedding had not taken
place when Pei-Hang arrived; but Yun-Ying stood under the peach tree,
in her wedding dress, which was of pink silk, all embroidered with
silver, and when she saw Pei-Hang, she threw herself into his arms and
the tears ran down her cheeks.

Pei-Hang put down the pestle and mortar while he comforted her, and
her mother came running out to look at it.

"You have come too late to marry Yun-Ying," she said. "But I'll buy
the pestle and mortar from you with some of the money the mandarin has
given me."

"No, you will not," replied Pei-Hang. And he dropped one of his white
seeds into the mortar, which at once increased in size until it filled
the whole grass plat under the peach tree, and it was full to the brim
of glittering jewels.

Pei-Hang climbed into one of the branches overhanging it, and from
there he threw down among the wedding guests diamonds, rubies,
emeralds, and all kinds of precious stones.

And the yellow-faced mandarin was as busy picking them up as anyone.

"Although he is so rich that his drinking-cups are made of gold!"
cried the others, indignantly.

"One can never have too much of a good thing. He! he! he!" he
chuckled.

And when Pei-Hang offered him three rubies, each as large as a
pigeon's egg, if he would go away and forget all about Yun-Ying, he
took them and went.

Perhaps he knew that Yun-Ying's mother would not have much more to say
to him, now that she had a chance of a son-in-law who scattered jewels
about the grass like pearl barley.

Or perhaps he really preferred the three great rubies to Yun-Ying.

At any rate, he went back to Chang-ngan, and Pei-Hang married Yun
Ying, and took her away to the city where his father and mother lived;
and they were as happy as two young people deserve to be when they
love each other dearly.

As for the pestle and mortar of jade, it stood under the peach tree;
and no one could lift it into the cottage, and no one could have
pounded magic drugs in it, if they could have got it inside.

Pei-Hang had one red seed left in his box, and he meant to have thrown
it into the mortar as soon as he had taken all the precious stones
out, and made it small again.

But while he was up in the peach tree the box flew open, and the seed
fell out, and was gobbled up by a turkey underneath.

The turkey, of course, changed into a bantam cock; but the pestle and
mortar had to remain the size it was.

And Yun-Ying's mother was very angry about it, although I do not think
she deserved anything else, after the unfair advantage she had tried
to take of her son-in-law.




_The Sea-Maiden_


There was once a poor old fisherman, and one year he was not getting
much fish. On a day of days, while he was fishing, there rose a
sea-maiden at the side of his boat, and she asked him, "Are you
getting much fish?" The old man answered and said, "Not I." "What
reward would you give me for sending plenty of fish to you?" "Ach!"
said the old man, "I have not much to spare." "Will you give me the
first son you have?" said she. "I would give ye that, were I to have a
son," said he. "Then go home, and remember me when your son is twenty
years of age, and you yourself will get plenty of fish after this."
Everything happened as the sea-maiden said, and he himself got plenty
of fish; but when the end of the twenty years was nearing, the old man
was growing more and more sorrowful and heavy-hearted, while he
counted each day as it came.

He had rest neither day nor night. The son asked his father one day,
"Is any one troubling you?" The old man said, "Someone is, but that's
nought to do with you nor anyone else." The lad said, "I _must_ know
what it is." His father told him at last how the matter was with him
and the sea-maiden. "Let not that put you in any trouble," said the
son; "I will not oppose you." "You shall not; you shall not go, my
son, though I never get fish any more." "If you will not let me go
with you, go to the smithy, and let the smith make me a great strong
sword, and I will go seek my fortune."

His father went to the smithy, and the smith made a doughty sword for
him. His father came home with the sword. The lad grasped it and gave
it a shake or two, and it flew into a hundred splinters. He asked his
father to go to the smithy and get him another sword in which there
should be twice as much weight; and so his father did, and so likewise
it happened to the next sword--it broke in two halves. Back went the
old man to the smithy; and the smith made a great sword; its like he
never made before. "There's the sword for thee," said the smith, "and
the fist must be good that plays this blade." The old man gave the
sword to his son; he gave it a shake or two. "This will do," said he;
"it's high time now to travel on my way."

On the next morning he put a saddle on a black horse that his father
had, and he took the world for his pillow. When he went on a bit, he
fell in with the carcass of a sheep beside the road. And there were a
great black dog, a falcon, and an otter, and they were quarrelling
over the spoil. So they asked him to divide it for them. He came down
off the horse, and he divided the carcass amongst the three, three
shares to the dog, two shares to the otter, and a share to the falcon.
"For this," said the dog, "if swiftness of foot or sharpness of tooth
will give thee aid, mind me, and I will be at thy side." Said the
otter, "If the swimming of foot on the ground of a pool will loose
thee, mind me, and I will be at thy side." Said the falcon, "If
hardship comes on thee, where swiftness of wing or crook of claw will
do good, mind me, and I will be at thy side."

On this he went onward till he reached a king's house, and he took
service to be a herd, and his wages were to be according to the milk
of the cattle. He went away with the cattle, and the grazing was but
bare. In the evening when he took them home they had not much milk,
the place was so bare, and his meat and drink was but spare that
night.

On the next day he went farther on with them; and at last he came to a
place exceedingly grassy, in a great glen, of which he never saw the
like.

But about the time when he should drive the cattle home-wards, whom
should he see coming but a great giant with a sword in his hand? "HI!
HO!! HOGARACH!!!" says the giant. "Those cattle are mine; they are on
my land, and a dead man art thou." "I say not that," says the herd;
"there is no knowing, but that may be easier to say than to do."

He drew the great clean-sweeping sword, and he neared the giant. The
herd drew back his sword, and the head was off the giant in a
twinkling. He leaped on the black horse, and he went to look for the
giant's house. In went the herd, and that's the place where there was
money in plenty, and dresses of each kind in the wardrobe with gold
and silver, and each thing finer than the other. At the mouth of night
he took himself to the king's house, but he took not a thing from the
giant's house. And when the cattle were milked this night there _was_
milk! He got good feeding this night, meat and drink without stint,
and the king was hugely pleased that he had caught such a herd. He
went on for a time in this way, but at last the glen grew bare of
grass, and the grazing was not so good.

So he thought he would go a little farther forward in on the giant's
land; and he sees a great park of grass. He returned for the cattle,
and he put them into the park.

They were but a short time grazing in the park when a great wild giant
came, full of rage and madness. "HI! HAW!! HOGARAICH!!!" said the
giant; "it is a drink of thy blood that will quench my thirst this
night." "There is no knowing," said the herd, "but that's easier to
say than to do." And at each other went the men. _There_ was shaking
of blades! At length and at last it seemed as if the giant would get
the victory over the herd. Then he called on the dog, and with one
spring the black dog caught the giant by the neck, and swiftly the
herd struck off his head.

He went home very tired this night, but it's a wonder if the king's
cattle had not milk. The whole family was delighted that they had got
such a herd.

Next day he betakes himself to the castle. When he reached the door, a
little flattering carlin met him standing in the door. "All hail and
good luck to thee, fisher's son! 't is I myself am pleased to see
thee; great is the honour for this kingdom, for thy like to be come
into it--thy coming in is fame for this little bothy; go in first;
honour to the gentles; go in, and take breath."

"In before me, thou crone; I like not flattery out of doors; go in and
let's hear thy speech." In went the crone, and when her back was to
him he drew his sword and whips off her head; but the sword flew out
of his hand. And swift the crone gripped her head with both hands, and
put it on her neck as it was before. The dog sprang on the crone, and
she struck the generous dog with the club of magic; and there he lay.
But the herd struggled for a hold of the club of magic, and with one
blow on the top of the head she was on earth in the twinkling of an
eye. He went forward, up a little, and there was spoil! Gold and
silver, and each thing more precious than another, in the crone's
castle. He went back to the king's house, and there was rejoicing.

He followed herding in this way for a time; but one night after he
came home, instead of getting "All hail!" and "Good luck!" from the
dairymaid, all were at crying and woe.

He asked what cause of woe there was that night. The dairymaid said,
"There is a great beast with three heads in the loch, and it must get
someone every year, and the lot had come this year on the king's
daughter, and at midday to-morrow she is to meet the Laidly Beast at
the upper end of the loch, but there is a great suitor yonder who is
going to rescue her."

"What suitor is that?" said the herd. "Oh, he is a great general of
arms," said the dairymaid, "and when he kills the beast, he will marry
the king's daughter, for the king has said that he who could save his
daughter should get her to marry."

But on the morrow, when the time grew near, the king's daughter and
this hero of arms went to give a meeting to the beast, and they
reached the black rock at the upper end of the loch. They were but a
short time there when the beast stirred in the midst of the loch; but
when the general saw this terror of a beast with three heads, he took
fright, and he slunk away, and he hid himself. And the king's
daughter was under fear and under trembling, with no one at all to
save her. Suddenly she sees a doughty, handsome youth, riding a black
horse, and coming where she was. He was marvellously arrayed and full
armed, and his black dog moved after him. "There is gloom on your
face, girl," said the youth; "what do you here?"

"Oh! that's no matter," said the king's daughter. "It's not long I'll
be here at all events."

"I say not that," said he.

"A champion fled as likely as you, and not long since," said she.

"He is a champion who stands the war," said the youth. And to meet the
beast he went with his sword and his dog. But there was a spluttering
and a splashing between himself and the beast! The dog kept doing all
he might, and the king's daughter was palsied by fear of the noise of
the beast! One of them would now be under, and now above. But at last
he cut one of the heads off it. It gave one roar, and the son of
earth, echo of the rocks, called to its screech, and it drove the loch
in spindrift from end to end, and in a twinkling it went out of sight.

"Good luck and victory follow you, lad!" said the king's daughter. "I
am safe for one night, but the beast will come again and again, until
the other two heads come off it." He caught the beast's head, and he
drew a knot through it, and he told her to bring it with her there
to-morrow. She gave him a gold ring, and went home with the head on
her shoulder, and the herd betook himself to the cows. But she had not
gone far when this great general saw her, and he said to her, "I will
kill you if you do not say 't was I took the head off the beast."
"Oh!" says she, "'t is I will say it; who else took the head off the
beast but you!" They reached the king's house, and the head was on the
general's shoulder. But here was rejoicing, that she should come home
alive and whole, and this great captain with the beast's head full of
blood in hand. On the morrow they went away, and there was no
question at all but that this hero would save the king's daughter.

They reached the same place, and they were not long there when the
fearful Laidly Beast stirred in the midst of the loch, and the hero
slunk away as he did on yesterday: but it was not long after this when
the man of the black horse came, with another dress on. No matter; she
knew that it was the very same lad. "It is I am pleased to see you,"
said she. "I am in hopes you will handle your great sword to-day as
you did yesterday. Come up and take breath." But they were not long
there when they saw the beast steaming in the midst of the loch.

At once he went to meet the beast, but _there_ was Cloopersteich and
Clapersteich, spluttering, splashing, raving, and roaring on the
beast! They kept at it thus for a long time, and about the mouth of
the night he cut another head off the beast. He put it on the knot and
gave it to her. She gave him one of her earrings, and he leaped on the
black horse, and he betook himself to the herding. The king's daughter
went home with the heads. The general met her, and took the heads from
her, and he said to her that she must tell that it was he who took the
head off of the beast this time also. "Who else took the head off the
beast but you?" said she. They reached the king's house with the
heads. Then there was joy and gladness.

About the same time on the morrow, the two went away. The officer hid
himself as he usually did. The king's daughter betook herself to the
bank of the loch. The hero of the black horse came, and if roaring and
raving were on the beast on the days that were passed, this day it was
horrible. But no matter, he took the third head off the beast, and
drew it through the knot, and gave it to her. She gave him her other
earring, and then she went home with the heads. When they reached the
king's house, all were full of smiles, and the general was to marry
the king's daughter the next day. The wedding was going on, and
everyone about the castle longing till the priest should come. But
when the priest came, she would marry only the one who could take the
heads off the knot without cutting it. "Who should take the heads off
the knot but the man that put the heads on?" said the king.

The general tried them, but he could not loose them, and at last there
was no one about the house but had tried to take the heads off the
knot, but they could not. The king asked if there was anyone else
about the house that would try to take the heads off the knot. They
said that the herd had not tried them yet. Word went for the herd; and
he was not long throwing them hither and thither. "But stop a bit, my
lad," said the king's daughter; "the man that took the heads off the
beast, he has my ring and my two earrings." The herd put his hand in
his pocket, and he threw them on the board. "Thou art my man," said
the king's daughter. The king was not so pleased when he saw that it
was a herd who was to marry his daughter, and he ordered that he
should be put in a better dress; but his daughter spoke, and she said
that he had a dress as fine as any that ever was in his castle; and
thus it happened. The herd put on the giant's golden dress, and they
were married that same day.

They were now married, and everything went on well. But one day, and
it was the namesake of the day when his father had promised him to the
sea-maiden, they were sauntering by the side of the loch, and lo, and
behold! she came and took him away to the loch without leave or
asking. The king's daughter was now mournful, tearful, blind-sorrowful
for her married man; she was always with her eye on the loch. An old
soothsayer met her, and she told how it had befallen her married mate.
Then he told her the thing to do to save her mate, and that she did.

She took her harp to the sea-shore, and sat and played; and the
sea-maiden came up to listen, for sea-maidens are fonder of music than
all other creatures. But when the wife saw the sea-maiden she stopped.
The sea-maiden said, "Play on!" but the princess said, "No, not till I
see my man again." So the sea-maiden put up his head out of the loch.
Then the princess played again, and stopped till the sea-maiden put
him up to the waist. Then the princess played and stopped again, and
this time the sea-maiden put him all out of the loch, and he called on
the falcon and became one, and flew on shore. But the sea-maiden took
the princess, his wife.

Sorrowful was each one that was in the town on this night. Her man was
mournful, tearful, wandering down and up about the banks of the loch,
by day and night. The old soothsayer met him. The soothsayer told him
that there was no way of killing the sea-maiden but the one way, and
this is it: "In the island that is in the midst of the loch is the
white-footed hind of the slenderest legs and the swiftest step, and
though she be caught, there will spring a hoodie out of her, and
though the hoodie should be caught, there will spring a trout out of
her, but there is an egg in the mouth of the trout, and the soul of
the sea-maiden is in the egg and if the egg breaks she is dead."

Now, there was no way of getting to this island, for the sea-maiden
would sink each boat and raft that would go on the loch. He thought he
would try to leap the strait with the black horse, and even so he did.
The black horse leaped the strait. He saw the hind; and he let the
black dog after her, but when he was on one side of the island, the
hind would be on the other side. "Oh! would the black dog of the
carcass of flesh were here!" No sooner spoke he the word than the
grateful dog was at his side; and after the hind he went, and they
were not long in bringing her to earth. But he no sooner caught her
than a hoodie sprang out of her. "Would that the falcon grey, of
sharpest eye and swiftest wing, were here!" No sooner said he this
than the falcon was after the hoodie, and she was not long putting her
to earth; and as the hoodie fell on the bank of the loch, out of her
jumps the trout. "Oh! that thou wert by me now, O otter!" No sooner
said than the otter was at his side, and out on the loch she leaped,
and brings the trout from the midst of the loch; but no sooner was the
otter on shore with the trout than the egg came from his mouth. He
sprang and he put his foot on it. 'T was then that the sea-maiden
appeared, and she said, "Break not the egg, and you shall get all you
ask." "Deliver to me my wife!" In the wink of an eye she was by his
side. When he got hold of her hand in both his hands, he let his foot
down on the egg, and the sea-maiden died.




_The Enchanted Waterfall_


Once upon a time, there lived alone with his father and mother a
simple young wood-cutter. He worked all day on the lonely hillside, or
among the shady trees of the forest. But, work as hard as he might, he
was still very poor, and could bring home but little money to his old
father and mother. This grieved him very much, for he was an
affectionate and dutiful son.

For himself he had but few wants and was easily pleased. His mother,
too, was always cheerful and contented. The old father, however, was
of a selfish disposition, and often grumbled at the poor supper of
rice, washed down with weak tea, or, if times were very bad, with a
cup of hot water.

"If we had but a little saké, now," he would say, "it would warm one
up, and do one's heart good." And then he would reproach the simple
young fellow, vowing that in his young days he had always been able to
afford a cup of saké for himself and his friends.

Grieved at heart, the young man would work harder than ever and think
to himself: "How shall I earn some more money? How shall I get a
little saké for my poor father, who really needs it in his weakness
and old age?"

He was thinking in this way to himself one day as he was at work on
the wooded hills, when the sound of rushing water caught his ear. He
had often worked in the same spot before, and could not remember that
there was any torrent or waterfall near. So, feeling rather surprised,
he followed the sound, which got louder and louder until at last he
came upon a beautiful little cascade.

The water looked so clear and cool that he stooped down where it was
flowing away in a quiet stream, and, using his hand as a cup, drank a
little of it. What was his amazement to find that instead of water it
was the most excellent saké!

Overjoyed at this discovery, he quickly filled the gourd which was
hanging at his girdle, and made the best of his way home, rejoicing
that now at last he had something good to bring back to his poor old
father. The old man was so delighted with the saké that he drank cup
after cup. A neighbour happened to drop in, the story was told to him,
and a cup of saké offered and drunk with many words of astonishment
and gratitude.

Soon the news spread through the village, and before night there was
hardly a man in the place who had not paid his visit of curiosity,
been told the tale of the magic fountain, and smelt the gourd, which,
alas! was now empty.

Next morning the young wood-cutter set off to work earlier even than
usual, not forgetting to carry with him a large gourd, for of course
the enchanted waterfall was to be visited again.

What was the surprise of the young man when he came to the spot, to
find several of his neighbours already there, and all armed with
buckets, jars, pitchers, anything that would carry a good supply of
the coveted saké. Each man had come secretly, believing that he alone
had found his way to the magic waterfall.

The young wood-cutter was amused to see the looks of disappointment
and anger upon the faces of those who already stood near the water, as
they saw fresh arrivals every moment. Each one looked abashed and
uncomfortable in the presence of his neighbours; but, at last, one
bolder than the others broke the grim silence with a laugh, which soon
the others were fain to join in.

"Here we are," said he, "all bent on the same errand. Let us fill our
jars and gourds and go home. But first--just one taste of the magic
saké." He stooped down and, filling his gourd, put it to his lips.
Once and yet again did he drink, with a face of astonishment which
soon gave place to anger.

"Water!" he shouted in a rage; "nothing but cold water! We have been
tricked and deceived by a parcel of made-up stories--where is that
young fellow? Let us duck him in his fine waterfall!"

But the young man had been wise enough to slip behind a big rock when
he saw the turn things were taking, and was nowhere to be found.

First one and then another tasted of the stream. It was but too true;
no saké, but clear, cold water was there. Crestfallen and out of
temper, the covetous band returned to their homes.

When they were fairly gone the good young wood-cutter crept from his
hiding-place. "Could this be true," he thought, "or was it all a
dream? At any rate," said he, "I must taste once more for myself." He
filled the gourd and drank. Sure enough, there was the same
fine-flavoured saké he had tasted yesterday. And so it remained. To
the good, dutiful son the cascade flowed with the finest saké, while
to all others it yielded only cold water.

The emperor, hearing this wonderful story, sent for the good young
wood-cutter, rewarded him for his kindness to his father, and even
changed the name of the year in his honour as an encouragement to
children in all future time to honour and obey their parents.




_The Amadan of the Dough_


There was a king, once on a time, that had a son that was an
Amadan.[7] The Amadan's mother died, and the king married again.

[Footnote 7: Simpleton.]

The Amadan's stepmother was always afraid of his beating her children,
he was growing so big and strong. So to keep him from growing and to
weaken him, she had him fed on dough made of raw meal and water, and
for that he was called "The Amadan of the Dough." But instead of
getting weaker, it was getting stronger the Amadan was on this fare,
and he was able to thrash all of his stepbrothers together.

At length his stepmother told his father that he would have to drive
the Amadan away. The father consented to put him away; but the Amadan
refused to go till his father would give him a sword so sharp that it
would cut a pack of wool falling on it.

After a great deal of time and trouble the father got such a sword and
gave it to the Amadan; and when the Amadan had tried it and found it
what he wanted, he bade them all good-bye and set off.

For seven days and seven nights he travelled away before him without
meeting anything wonderful, but on the seventh night he came up to a
great castle. He went in and found no one there, but he found a great
dinner spread on the table in the hall. So to be making the most of
his time, down the Amadan sat at the table and whacked away.

When he had finished with his dinner, up to the castle came three
young princes, stout, strong, able fellows, but very, very tired, and
bleeding from wounds all over them.

They struck the castle with a flint, and all at once the whole castle
shone as if it were on fire.

The Amadan sprang at the three of them to kill them. He said, "What
do you mean by putting the castle on fire?"

"O Amadan!" they said, "don't interfere with us, for we are nearly
killed as it is. The castle isn't on fire. Every day we have to go out
to fight three giants--Slat Mor, Slat Marr, and Slat Beag. We fight
them all day long, and just as night is falling we have them killed.
But however it comes, in the night they always come to life again, and
if they didn't see this castle lit up, they'd come in on top of us and
murder us while we slept. So every night when we come back from the
fight, we light up the castle. Then we can sleep in peace until
morning, and in the morning go off and fight the giants again."

When the Amadan heard this, he wondered; and he said he would like
very much to help them kill the giants. They said they would be very
glad to have such a fine fellow's help; and so it was agreed that the
Amadan should go with them to the fight next day.

Then the three princes washed themselves and took their supper, and
they and the Amadan went to bed.

In the morning all four of them set off, and travelled to the Glen of
the Echoes, where they met the three giants.

"Now," says the Amadan, "if you three will engage the two smaller
giants, Slat Marr and Slat Beag, I'll engage Slat Mor myself and kill
him."

They agreed to this.

Now the smallest of the giants was far bigger and more terrible than
anything ever the Amadan had seen or heard of in his life before, so
you can fancy what Slat Mor must have been like.

But the Amadan was little concerned at this. He went to meet Slat Mor,
and the two of them fell to the fight, and a great, great fight they
had. They made the hard ground into soft, and the soft into spring
wells; they made the rocks into pebbles, and the pebbles into gravel,
and the gravel fell over the country like hailstones. All the birds of
the air from the lower end of the world to the upper end of the
world, and all the wild beasts and tame from the four ends of the
earth, came flocking to see the fight; and in the end the Amadan ran
Slat Mor through with his sword and laid him down dead.

Then he turned to help the three princes, and very soon he laid the
other two giants down dead for them also.

Then the three princes said they would all go home. The Amadan told
them to go, but warned them not to light up the castle this night, and
said he would sit by the giants' corpses and watch if they came to
life again.

The three princes begged of him not to do this, for the three giants
would come to life, and then he, having no help, would be killed.

The Amadan was angry with them, and ordered them off instantly. Then
he sat down by the giants' corpses to watch. But he was so tired from
his great day's fighting that by and by he fell asleep.

About twelve o'clock at night, when the Amadan was sleeping soundly,
up comes a _cailliach_ [old hag] and four _badachs_ [unwieldy big
fellows], and the cailliach carried with her a feather and a bottle of
_iocshlainte_ [ointment of health], with which she began to rub the
giants' wounds.

Two of the giants were already alive when the Amadan awoke, and the
third was just opening his eyes. Up sprang the Amadan, and at him
leaped they all--Slat Mor, Slat Marr, Slat Beag, the cailliach, and
the four badachs.

If the Amadan had had a hard fight during the day, this one was surely
ten times harder. But a brave and a bold fellow he was, and not to be
daunted by numbers of showers of blows. They fought for long and long.
They made the hard ground into soft, and the soft into spring wells;
they made the rocks into pebbles, and the pebbles into gravel, and the
gravel fell over the country like hailstones. All the birds of the air
from the lower end of the world to the upper end of of the world, and
all the wild beasts and tame from the four ends of the earth, came
flocking to see the fight; and one after the other of them the Amadan
ran his sword through, until he had every man of them stretched on the
ground, dying or dead.

And when the old cailliach was dying, she called the Amadan to her and
put him under _geasa_ [an obligation that he could not shirk] to lose
the power of his feet, of his strength, of his sight, and of his
memory, if he did not go to meet and fight the Black Bull of the Brown
Wood.

When the old hag died outright, the Amadan rubbed some of the
iocshlainte to his wounds with the feather, and at once he was as hale
and as fresh as when the fight began. Then he took the feather and the
bottle of iocshlainte, buckled on his sword, and started away before
him to fulfil his geasa.

He travelled for the length of that lee-long day, and when night was
falling, he came to a little hut on the edge of a wood; and the hut
had no shelter inside or out but one feather over it, and there was a
rough, red woman standing in the door.

"You're welcome!" says she, "Amadan of the Dough, the king of
Ireland's son. What have you been doing and where are you going?"

"Last night," says the Amadan, "I fought a great fight, and killed
Slat Mor, Slat Marr, Slat Beag, the Cailliach of the Rocks, and four
badachs. Now I'm under geasa to meet and to fight the Black Bull of
the Brown Wood. Can you tell me where to find him?"

"I can that," says she, "but it's now night. Come in and eat and
sleep."

So she spread for the Amadan a fine supper, and made a soft bed, and
he ate heartily and slept heartily that night.

In the morning she called him early, and she directed him on his way
to meet the Black Bull of the Brown Wood. "But, my poor Amadan," she
said, "no one has ever yet met that bull and come back alive."

She told him that when he reached the place of meeting, the bull would
come tearing down the hill like a hurricane.

"Here's a cloak," says she, "to throw upon the rock that is standing
there. You hide yourself behind the rock, and when the bull comes
tearing down, he will dash at the cloak, and blind himself with the
crash against the rock. Then you jump on the bull's back and fight for
life. If, after the fight, you are living, come back and see me; and
if you are dead, I'll go and see you."

The Amadan took the cloak, thanked her and set off, and travelled on
and on until he came to the place of meeting.

When the Amadan came there, he saw the Bull of the Brown Wood come
tearing down the hill like a hurricane, and he threw the cloak on the
rock and hid behind it, and with the fury of his dash against the
cloak the bull blinded himself, and the roar of his fury split the
rock.

The Amadan lost no time jumping on his back, and with his sword began
hacking and slashing him; but he was no easy bull to conquer, and a
great fight the Amadan had. They made the hard ground into soft, and
the soft into spring wells; they made the rocks into pebbles, and the
pebbles into gravel, and the gravel fell over the country like
hailstones. All the birds of the air from the lower end of the world
to the upper end of the world, and all the wild beasts and tame from
the four ends of the earth, came flocking to see the fight; at length,
after a long time, the Amadan ran his sword right through the bull's
heart, and the bull fell down dead. But before he died he put the
Amadan under geasa to meet and to fight the White Wether of the Hill
of the Waterfalls.

Then the Amadan rubbed his own wounds with the iocshlainte, and he was
as fresh and hale as when he went into the fight. Then he set out and
travelled back again to the little hut that had no shelter without or
within, only one feather over it, and the rough, red woman was
standing in the door: and she welcomed the Amadan and asked him the
news.

He told her all about the fight, and that the Black Bull of the Woods
had put him under geasa to meet and to fight the White Wether of the
Hill of the Waterfalls.

"I'm sorry for you, my poor Amadan," says she, "for no one ever met
before that White Wether and came back alive. But come in and eat and
rest, anyhow, for you must be both hungry and sleepy."

So she spread him a hearty meal and made him a soft bed, and the
Amadan ate and slept heartily; and in the morning she directed him to
where he would meet the White Wether of the Hill of the Waterfalls.
And she told him that no steel was tougher than the hide of the White
Wether, that a sword was never yet made that could go through it, and
that there was only one place--a little white spot just over the
wether's heart--where he could be killed or sword could cut through.
And she told the Amadan that his only chance was to hit this spot.

The Amadan thanked her, and set out. He travelled away and away before
him until he came to the Hill of the Waterfalls, and as soon as he
reached it he saw the White Wether coming tearing toward him in a
furious rage, and the earth he was throwing up with his horns was
shutting out the sun.

And when the wether came up and asked the Amadan what great feats he
had done that made him impudent enough to dare to come there, the
Amadan said: "With this sword I have killed Slat Mor, Slatt Marr,
Slatt Beag, the Cailliach of the Rocks and her four badachs, and
likewise the Black Bull of the Brown Wood."

"Then," said the White Wether, "you'll never kill any other." And at
the Amadan he sprang.

The Amadan struck at him with his sword, and the sword glanced off as
it might off steel. Both of them fell to the fight with all their
hearts, and such a fight never was before or since. They made the hard
ground into soft, and the soft into spring wells; they made the rocks
into pebbles, and the pebbles into gravel, and the gravel fell over
the country like hailstones. All the birds of the air from the lower
end of the world to the upper end of the world, and all the wild
beasts and tame from the four ends of the earth, came flocking to see
the fight. But at length and at last, after a long and terrible fight,
the Amadan, seeing the little spot above the heart that the red woman
had told him of, struck for it and hit it, and drove his sword through
the White Wether's heart, and he fell down. And when he was dying, he
called the Amadan and put him under a geasa to meet and fight the
Beggarman of the King of Sweden.

The Amadan took out his bottle of iocshlainte and rubbed himself with
the iocshlainte, and he was as fresh and hale as when he began the
fight. Then he set out again, and when night was falling, he reached
the hut that had no shelter within or without, only one feather over
it, and the rough, red woman was standing in the door.

Right glad she was to see the Amadan coming back alive, and she
welcomed him heartily and asked him the news.

He told her of the wonderful fight he had had, and that he was now
under geasa to meet and fight the Beggarman of the King of Sweden.

She made him come in and eat and sleep, for he was tired and hungry.
And heartily the Amadan ate and heartily he slept; and in the morning
she called him early, and directed him on his way to meet the
Beggarman of the King of Sweden.

She told him that when he reached a certain hill, the beggarman would
come down from the sky in a cloud; and that he would see the whole
world between the beggarman's legs and nothing above his head. "If
ever he finds himself beaten," she said, "he goes up into the sky in a
mist and stays there to refresh himself. You may let him go up once;
but if you let him go up the second time, he will surely kill you when
he comes down. Remember that. If you are alive when the fight is over,
come to see me. If you are dead, I will go to see you."

The Amadan thanked her, parted with her, and travelled away and away
before him until he reached the hill which she had told him of. And
when he came there, he saw a great cloud that shot out of the sky,
descending on the hill, and when it came down on the hill and melted
away, there it left the Beggarman of the King of Sweden standing, and
between his legs the Amadan saw the whole world and nothing over his
head.

And with a roar and a run the beggarman made for the Amadan, and the
roar of him rattled the stars in the sky. He asked the Amadan who he
was, and what he had done to have the impudence to come there and meet
him.

The Amadan said: "They call me the Amadan of the Dough, and I have
killed Slat Mor, Slat Marr, Slat Beag, the Cailliach of the Rocks and
her four badachs, the Black Bull of the Brown Wood, and the White
Wether of the Hill of the Waterfalls, and before night I'll have
killed the Beggarman of the King of Sweden."

"That you never will, you miserable object," says the beggarman.
"You're going to die now, and I'll give you your choice to die either
by a hard squeeze of wrestling, or a stroke of the sword."

"Well," says the Amadan, "if I have to die, I'd sooner die by a stroke
of the sword."

"All right," says the beggarman, and drew his sword.

But the Amadan drew his sword at the same time, and both went at it.
And if his fights before had been hard, this one was harder and
greater and more terrible than the others put together. They made the
hard ground into soft, and the soft into spring wells; they made the
rocks into pebbles, and the pebbles into gravel, and the gravel fell
over the country like hailstones. All the birds of the air from the
lower end of the world to the upper end of the world, and all the wild
beasts and tame from the four ends of the earth, came flocking to see
the fight. And at length the fight was putting so hard upon the
beggarman, and he was getting so weak, that he whistled, and the mist
came around him, and he went up into the sky before the Amadan knew.
He remained there until he refreshed himself, and then came down
again, and at it again he went for the Amadan, and fought harder and
harder than before, and again it was putting too hard upon him, and he
whistled as before for the mist to come down and take him up.

But the Amadan remembered what the red woman had warned him; he gave
one leap into the air, and coming down, drove his sword through the
beggarman's heart, and the beggarman fell dead. But before he died he
put geasa on the Amadan to meet and fight the Silver Cat of the Seven
Glens.

The Amadan rubbed his wounds with the iocshlainte, and he was as fresh
and hale as when he began the fight; and then he set out, and when
night was falling, he reached the hut that had no shelter within or
without, only one feather over it, and the rough, red woman was
standing in the door.

Right glad she was to see the Amadan coming back alive, and she
welcomed him right heartily, and asked him the news.

He told her that he had killed the beggarman, and said he was now
under geasa to meet and fight the Silver Cat of the Seven Glens.

"Well," she said, "I'm sorry for you, for no one ever before went to
meet the Silver Cat and came back alive. But," she says, "you're both
tired and hungry; come in and rest and sleep."

So in the Amadan went, and had a hearty supper and a soft bed; and in
the morning she called him up early, and she gave him directions where
to meet the cat and how to find it, and she told him there was only
one vital spot on that cat, and it was a black speck on the bottom of
the cat's stomach, and unless he could happen to run his sword right
through this, the cat would surely kill him. She said:

"My poor Amadan, I'm very much afraid you'll not come back alive. I
cannot go to help you myself, or I would; but there is a well in my
garden, and by watching that well I will know how the fight goes with
you. While there is honey on top of the well, I will know you are
getting the better of the cat; but if the blood comes on top, then the
cat is getting the better of you; and if the blood stays there, I will
know, my poor Amadan, that you are dead."

The Amadan bade her good-bye, and set out to travel to where the Seven
Glens met at the sea. Here there was a precipice, and under the
precipice a cave. In this cave the Silver Cat lived, and once a day
she came out to sun herself on the rocks.

The Amadan let himself down over the precipice by a rope, and he
waited until the cat came out to sun herself.

When the cat came out at twelve o'clock and saw the Amadan, she let a
roar out of her that drove the waters back of the sea and piled them
up a quarter of a mile high, and she asked him who he was and how he
had the impudence to come there to meet her.

The Amadan said: "They call me the Amadan of the Dough, and I have
killed Slat Mor, Slat Man, Slat Beag, the Cailliach of the Rocks and
her four badachs, the Black Bull of the Brown Woods, the White Wether
of the Hill of the Waterfalls, and the Beggarman of the King of
Sweden, and before night I will have killed the Silver Cat of the
Seven Glens."

"That you never will," says she, "for a dead man you will be
yourself." And at him she sprang.

But the Amadan raised his sword and struck at her, and both of them
fell to the fight, and a great, great fight they had. They made the
hard ground into soft, and the soft into spring wells; they made the
rocks into pebbles, and the pebbles into gravel, and the gravel fell
over the country like hailstones. All the birds of the air from the
lower end of the world to the upper end of the world, and all the wild
beasts and tame from the four ends of the earth, came flocking to see
the fight; and if the fights that the Amadan had had on the other days
were great and terrible, this one was far greater and far more
terrible than all the others put together, and the poor Amadan sorely
feared that before night fell he would be a dead man.

The red woman was watching at the well in her garden, and she was
sorely distressed, for though at one time the honey was uppermost, at
another time it was all blood, and again the blood and the honey would
be mixed; so she felt bad for the poor Amadan.

At length the blood and the honey got mixed again, and it remained
that way until night; so she cried, for she believed the Amadan
himself was dead, as well as the Silver Cat.

And so he was. For when the fight had gone on for long and long, the
cat, with a great long nail which she had in the end of her tail, tore
him open from his mouth to his toes; and as she tore the Amadan open
and he was about to fall, she opened her mouth so wide that the Amadan
saw down to the very bottom of her stomach, and there he saw the black
speck that the red woman had told him of. And just before he dropped
he drove his sword through this spot, and the Silver Cat, too, fell
over dead.

It was not long now till the red woman arrived at the place and found
both the Amadan and the cat lying side by side, dead. At this the poor
woman was frantic with sorrow, but suddenly she saw by the Amadan's
side the bottle of iocshlainte and the feather. She took them up and
rubbed the Amadan with the iocshlainte, and he jumped to his feet,
alive and well, and fresh as when he began the fight.

He smothered her with kisses and drowned her with tears. He took the
red woman with him, and set out on his journey back, and travelled and
travelled on and on till he came to the Castle of Fire.

Here he met the three young princes, who were now living happily with
no giants to molest them. They had one sister, the most beautiful
young maiden that the Amadan had ever beheld. They gave her to the
Amadan in marriage, and gave her half of all they owned for fortune.

The marriage lasted nine days and nine nights. There were nine hundred
fiddlers, nine hundred fluters, and nine hundred pipers, and the last
day and night of the wedding were better than the first.




_The Rakshas's Palace_


Once upon a time there lived a Rajah who was left a widower with two
little daughters. Not very long after his first wife died he married
again, and his second wife did not care for her stepchildren, and was
often unkind to them; and the Rajah, their father, never troubled
himself to look after them, but allowed his wife to treat them as she
liked. This made the poor girls very miserable, and one day one of
them said to the other, "Don't let us remain any longer here; come
away into the jungle, for nobody here cares whether we go or stay." So
they both walked off into the jungle, and lived for many days on the
jungle fruits. At last, after they had wandered on for a long while,
they came to a fine palace which belonged to a Rakshas, but both the
Rakshas and his wife were out when they got there. Then one of the
Princesses said to the other, "This fine palace, in the midst of the
jungle, can belong to no one but a Rakshas, but the owner has
evidently gone out; let us go in and see if we can find anything to
eat." So they went into the Rakshas's house, and finding some rice,
boiled, and ate it. Then they swept the room and arranged all the
furniture in the house tidily. But hardly had they finished doing so
when the Rakshas and his wife returned home. Then the two Princesses
were so frightened that they ran up to the top of the house and hid
themselves on the flat roof, from whence they could look down on one
side into the inner courtyard of the house, and from the other could
see the open country. The house-top was a favourite resort of the
Rakshas and his wife. Here they would sit upon the hot summer
evenings; here they winnowed the grain and hung out the clothes to
dry; and the two Princesses found a sufficient shelter behind some
sheaves of corn that were waiting to be threshed. When the Rakshas
came into the house, he looked round and said to his wife, "Somebody
has been arranging the house; everything in it is so clean and tidy.
Wife, did you do this?" "No," she said; "I don't know who can have
done all this." "Someone also has been sweeping the courtyard,"
continued the Rakshas. "Wife, did you sweep the courtyard?" "No," she
answered; "I did not do it. I don't know who did." Then the Rakshas
walked round and round several times with his nose up in the air,
saying, "Someone is here now. I smell flesh and blood! Where can they
be?" "Stuff and nonsense!" cried his wife; "you smell blood indeed!
Why, you have just been killing and eating a hundred thousand people.
I should wonder if you didn't still smell flesh and blood!" They went
on quarrelling thus until the Rakshas said, "Well, never mind; I don't
know how it is, but I'm very thirsty; let's come and drink some
water." So both the Rakshas and his wife went to a well which was
close to the house, and began letting down jars into it, and drawing
up the water and drinking it. And the Princesses, who were on the top
of the house, saw them. Now the youngest of the two Princesses was a
very wise girl, and when she saw the Rakshas and his wife by the well,
she said to her sister, "I will do something now that will be good for
us both"; and, running down quickly from the top of the house, she
crept close behind the Rakshas and his wife as they stood on tip-toe
more than half over the side of the well, and, catching hold of one of
the Rakshas's heels and one of his wife's, gave each a little push,
and down they both tumbled into the well and were drowned--the Rakshas
and the Rakshas's wife! The Princess then returned to her sister and
said, "I have killed the Rakshas." "What! both?" cried her sister.
"Yes, both," she said. "Won't they come back?" said her sister. "No,
never," answered she.

The Rakshas being thus killed, the two Princesses took possession of
the house, and lived there very happily for a long time. In it they
found heaps and heaps of rich clothes and jewels, and gold and silver,
which the Rakshas had taken from people he had murdered; and all
round the house were folds for the flocks and sheds for the herds of
cattle which the Rakshas owned. Every morning the youngest Princess
used to drive out the flocks and herds to pasturage, and return home
with them every night, while the eldest stayed at home, cooked the
dinner and kept the house; and the youngest Princess, who was the
cleverest, would often say to her sister, on going away for the day,
"Take care, if you see any stranger (be it man, woman or child) come
by the house, to hide, if possible, that nobody may know of our living
here; and if anyone should call out and ask for a drink of water, or
any poor beggar pray for food, before you give it to him be sure you
put on ragged clothes and cover your face with charcoal, and make
yourself look as ugly as possible, lest, seeing how fair you are, he
should steal you away, and we never meet again." "Very well," the
other Princess would answer, "I will do as you advise."

But a long time passed, and no one ever came by that way. At last one
day, after the youngest Princess had gone out, a young Prince, the son
of a neighbouring Rajah, who had been hunting with his attendants for
many days in the jungles, came near the place, for he and his people
were tired with hunting, and had been seeking all through the jungle
for a stream of water, but could find none. When the Prince saw the
fine palace standing by itself, he was very much astonished, and said,
"It is a strange thing that any one should have built such a house as
this in the depths of the forest. Let us go in; the owners will
doubtless give us a drink of water." "No, no, do not go," cried his
attendants; "this is most likely the house of a Rakshas." "We can but
see," answered the Prince. "I should scarcely think anything very
terrible lived here, for there is not a sound stirring nor a living
creature to be seen." So he began tapping at the door, which was
bolted, and crying, "Will whoever owns this house give me and my
people some water to drink, for the sake of kind charity?" But nobody
answered, for the Princess, who heard him, was busy up in her room,
blacking her face with charcoal and covering her rich dress with
rags. Then the Prince got impatient and shook the door angrily,
saying, "Let me in, whoever you are! If you don't, I'll force the door
open." At this the poor little Princess got dreadfully frightened; and
having blacked her face and made herself look as ugly as possible, she
ran downstairs with a pitcher of water, and unbolting the door, gave
the Prince the pitcher to drink from; but she did not speak, for she
was afraid. Now, the Prince was a very clever man, and as he raised
the pitcher to his mouth to drink the water, he thought to himself,
"This is a very strange-looking creature who has brought me this jug
of water. She would be pretty, but that her face seems to want
washing, and her dress also is very untidy. What can that black stuff
be on her face and hands? It looks very unnatural." And so thinking to
himself, instead of drinking the water, he threw it in the Princess's
face! The Princess started back with a little cry, while the water,
trickling down, washed off the charcoal, and showed her delicate
features and beautiful, fair complexion. The Prince caught hold of her
hand, and said, "Now, tell me true, who are you? where do you come
from? Who are your father and mother? and why are you here alone by
yourself in the jungle? Answer me, or I'll cut your head off." And he
made as if he would draw his sword. The Princess was so terrified she
could hardly speak, but as best she could she told how she was the
daughter of a Rajah, and had run away into the jungle because of her
cruel stepmother, and, finding the house, had lived there ever since;
and having finished her story, she began to cry. Then the Prince said
to her, "Pretty lady, forgive me for my roughness; do not fear. I will
take you home with me, and you shall be my wife." But the more he
spoke to her the more frightened she got, so frightened that she did
not understand what he said, and could do nothing but cry. Now she had
said nothing to the Prince about her sister, nor even told him that
she had one, for she thought, "This man says he will kill me; if he
hears that I have a sister, he will kill her, too." So the Prince, who
was really kind-hearted, and would never have thought of separating
the two little sisters who had been together so long, knew nothing at
all of the matter, and only seeing she was too much alarmed even to
understand gentle words, said to his servants, "Place this lady in one
of the palkees, and let us set off home." And they did so. When the
Princess found herself shut up in the palkee, and being carried she
knew not where, she thought how terrible it would be for her sister to
return home and find her gone, and determined, if possible, to leave
some sign to show her which way she had been taken. Round her neck
were many strings of pearls. She untied them, and tearing her saree
into little bits, tied one pearl in each piece of the saree, that it
might be heavy enough to fall straight to the ground; and so she went
on, dropping one pearl and then another and another and another, all
the way she went along, until they reached the palace where the Rajah
and Ranee, the Prince's father and mother lived. She threw the last
remaining pearl down just as she reached the palace gate. The old
Rajah and Ranee were delighted to see the beautiful Princess their son
had brought home; and when they heard her tale they said, "Ah, poor
thing! what a sad story! but now she has come to live with us, we will
do all we can to make her happy." And they married her to their son
with great pomp and ceremony, and gave her rich dresses and jewels,
and were very kind to her. But the Princess remained sad and unhappy,
for she was always thinking about her sister, and yet she could not
summon courage to beg the Prince or his father to send and fetch her
to the palace.

Meantime, the younger Princess, who had been out with her flocks and
herds when the Prince took her sister away, had returned home. When
she came back she found the door wide open and no one standing there.
She thought it very odd, for her sister always came every night to the
door to meet her on her return. She went upstairs; her sister was not
there; the whole house was empty and deserted. There she must stay all
alone, for the evening had closed in, and it was impossible to go
outside and seek her with any hope of success. So all the night long
she waited, crying, "Someone has been here, and they have stolen her
away; they have stolen my darling away! Oh, sister! sister!" Next
morning, very early, going out to continue the search, she found one
of the pearls belonging to her sister's necklace tied up in a small
piece of saree; a little farther on lay another, and yet another, all
along the road the Prince had gone. Then the Princess understood that
her sister had left this clue to guide her on her way, and she at once
set off to find her again. Very, very far she went--a six months'
journey through the jungle, for she could not travel fast, the many
days' walking tired her so much--and sometimes it took her two or
three days to find the next piece of saree with the pearl. At last she
came near a large town, to which it was evident her sister had been
taken. Now, this young Princess was very beautiful indeed--as
beautiful as she was wise--and when she got near the town she thought
to herself, "If people see me, they may steal me away, as they did my
sister, and then I shall never find her again. I will therefore
disguise myself." As she was thus thinking she saw by the side of the
road the corpse of a poor old beggar woman, who had evidently died
from want and poverty. The body was shrivelled up, and nothing of it
remained but the skin and bones. The Princess took the skin and washed
it, and drew it on over her own lovely face and neck, as one draws a
glove on one's hand. Then she took a long stick and began hobbling
along, leaning on it, toward the town. The old woman's skin was all
crumpled and withered, and people who passed by only thought, "What an
ugly old woman!" and never dreamed of the false skin and the beautiful
girl inside. So on she went, picking up the pearls--one here, one
there--until she found the last pearl just in front of the palace
gate. Then she felt certain her sister must be somewhere near, but
where she did not know. She longed to go into the palace and ask for
her, but no guards would have let such a wretched-looking old woman
enter, and she did not dare offer them any of the pearls she had with
her, lest they should think she was a thief. So she determined merely
to remain as close to the palace as possible, and wait till fortune
favoured her with the means of learning something further about her
sister. Just opposite the palace was a small house belonging to a
farmer, and the Princess went up to it and stood by the door. The
farmer's wife saw her and said, "Poor old woman, who are you? What do
you want? Why are you here? Have you no friends?" "Alas, no!" answered
the Princess. "I am a poor old woman, and have neither father nor
mother, son nor daughter, sister nor brother, to take care of me; all
are gone, and I can only beg my bread from door to door."

"Do not grieve, good mother," answered the farmer's wife, kindly. "You
may sleep in the shelter of our porch, and I will give you some food."
So the Princess stayed there for that night and for many more; and
every day the good farmer's wife gave her food. But all this time she
could learn nothing of her sister.

Now there was a large tank near the palace, on which grew some fine
lotus plants, covered with rich crimson lotuses--the royal flower--and
of these the Rajah was very fond indeed, and prized them very much. To
this tank (because it was the nearest to the farmer's house) the
Princess used to go every morning, very early, almost before it was
light, at about three o'clock, and take off the old woman's skin and
wash it, and hang it out to dry, and wash her face and hands, and
bathe her feet in the cool water, and comb her beautiful hair. Then
she would gather a lotus flower (such as she had been accustomed to
wear in her hair from a child) and put it on, so as to feel for a few
minutes like herself again! Thus she would amuse herself. Afterward,
as soon as the wind had dried the old woman's skin, she put it on
again, threw away the lotus flower, and hobbled back to the farmer's
door before the sun was up.

After a time the Rajah discovered that someone had plucked some of his
favourite lotus flowers. People were set to watch, and all the wise
men in the kingdom put their heads together to try to discover the
thief, but without avail. At last, the excitement about this matter
being very great, the Rajah's second son, a brave and noble young
prince (brother to him who had found the eldest Princess in the
forest) said, "I will certainly discover this thief." It chanced that
several fine trees grew around the tank. Into one of these the young
Prince climbed one evening (having made a sort of light thatched roof
across two of the boughs, to keep off the heavy dews), and there he
watched all the night through, but with no more success than his
predecessors. There lay the lotus plants, still in the moonlight,
without so much as a thieving wind coming to break off one of the
flowers. The Prince began to get very sleepy, and thought the
delinquent, whoever he might be, could not intend to return, when, in
the very early morning, before it was light, who should come down to
the tank but an old woman he had often seen near the palace gate?
"Aha!" thought the Prince, "this, then, is the thief; but what can
this queer old woman want with lotus flowers?" Imagine his
astonishment when the old woman sat down on the steps of the tank and
began pulling the skin off her face and arms, and from underneath the
shrivelled yellow skin came the loveliest face he had ever beheld! So
fair, so fresh, so young, so gloriously beautiful, that, appearing
thus suddenly, it dazzled the Prince's eyes like a flash of golden
lightning. "Ah," thought he, "can this be a woman or a spirit? a devil
or an angel in disguise?"

The Princess twisted up her glossy black hair, and, plucking a red
lotus, placed it in it, and dabbled her feet in the water, and amused
herself by putting round her neck a string of pearls that had been her
sister's necklace. Then, as the sun was rising, she threw away the
lotus, and covering her face and arms again with the withered skin,
went hastily away. When the Prince got home, the first thing he said
to his parents was, "Father! mother! I should like to marry that old
woman who stands all day at the farmer's gate, just opposite!" "What!"
they cried, "the boy is mad! Marry that skinny old thing! You
cannot--you are a King's son. Are there not enough Queens and
Princesses in the world, that you should wish to marry a wretched old
beggar-woman?" But he answered, "Above all things I should like to
marry that old woman. You know that I have ever been a dutiful and
obedient son. In this matter, I pray you, grant me my desire." Then,
seeing he was really in earnest about the matter, and that nothing
they could say would alter his mind, they listened to his urgent
entreaties--not, however, without much grief and vexation--and sent
out the guards, to fetch the old woman (who was really the Princess in
disguise) to the palace, where she was to be married to the Prince as
privately and with as little ceremony as possible, for the family was
ashamed of the match.

As soon as the wedding was over, the Prince said to his wife, "Gentle
wife, tell me how much longer you intend to wear that old skin? You
had better take it off; do be so kind." The Princess wondered how he
knew of her disguise, or whether it was only a guess of his; and she
thought, "If I take this ugly skin off, my husband will think me
pretty, and shut me up in the palace and never let me go away, so that
I shall not be able to find my sister again. No, I had better not take
it off." So she answered, "I don't know what you mean. I am as all
these years have made me; nobody can change his skin." Then the Prince
pretended to be very angry, and said, "Take off that hideous disguise
this instant, or I'll kill you." But she only bowed her head, saying,
"Kill me then, but nobody can change his skin." And all this she
mumbled as if she were a very old woman indeed, and had lost all her
teeth and could not speak plain. At this the Prince laughed very much
to himself, and thought, "I'll wait and see how long this freak
lasts." But the Princess continued to keep on the old woman's skin;
only every morning, at about three o'clock, before it was light, she
would get up and wash it and put it on again. Then, some time
afterward, the Prince, having found this out, got up softly one
morning early, and followed her to the next room, where she had washed
the skin and placed it on the floor to dry, and stealing it, he ran
away with it and threw it on the fire. So the Princess, having no old
woman's skin to put on, was obliged to appear in her own likeness. As
she walked forth, very sad at missing her disguise, her husband ran to
meet her, smiling and saying, "How do you do, my dear? Where is your
skin now? Can't you take it off, dear?" Soon the whole palace had
heard the joyful news of the beautiful young wife that the Prince had
won; and all the people, when they saw her, cried, "Why, she is
exactly like the beautiful Princess our young Rajah married, the
jungle lady." The old Rajah and Ranee were prouder than all of their
daughter-in-law, and took her to introduce her to their eldest son's
wife Then no sooner did the Princess enter her sister-in-law's room
then she saw that in her she had found her lost sister, and they ran
into each other's arms. Great then, was the joy of all, but the
happiest of all these happy people were the two Princesses.




_Billy Beg and the Bull_


Once upon a time when pigs were swine, there was a King and Queen, and
they had one son, Billy, and the Queen gave Billy a bull that he was
very fond of, and it was just as fond of him. After some time the
Queen died, and she put it as her last request on the King that he
would never part Billy and the bull, and the King promised that come
what might, come what may, he would not. After the Queen died the King
married again, and the new Queen didn't take to Billy Beg, and no more
did she like the bull, seeing himself and Billy so _thick_. But she
couldn't get the King on no account to part Billy and the Bull, so she
consulted with a hen-wife what they could do as regards separating
Billy and the bull. "What will you give me," says the hen-wife, "and
I'll very soon part them?" "Whatever you ask," says the Queen. "Well
and good then," says the hen-wife; "you are to take to your bed,
making pretend that you are bad with a complaint, and I'll do the rest
of it." And, well and good, to her bed she took, and none of the
doctors could do anything for her, or make out what was her complaint.
So the Queen asked for the hen-wife to be sent for. And sent for she
was, and when she came in and examined the Queen, she said there was
one thing, and only one, could cure her. The King asked what was that,
and the hen-wife said it was three mouthfuls of the blood of Billy
Beg's bull. But the King wouldn't on no account hear of this, and the
next day the Queen was worse, and the third day she was worse still,
and told the King she was dying, and he'd have her death on his head.
So, sooner nor this, the King had to consent to Billy Beg's bull being
killed. When Billy heard this he got very down in the heart entirely,
and he went doitherin' about, and the bull saw him, and asked him
what was wrong with him that he was so mournful; so Billy told the
bull what was wrong with him, and the bull told him to never mind, but
keep up his heart, the Queen would never taste a drop of his blood.
The next day, then, the bull was to be killed, and the Queen got up
and went out to have the delight of seeing his death. When the bull
was led up to be killed, says he to Billy, "Jump up on my back till we
see what kind of a horseman you are." Up Billy jumped on his back, and
with that the bull leapt nine mile high, nine mile deep, and nine mile
broad, and came down with Billy sticking between his horns. Hundreds
were looking on dazed at the sight, and through them the bull rushed,
and over the top of the Queen, killing her dead, and away he galloped
where you wouldn't know day by night, or night by day, over high
hills, low hills, sheep-walks, and bullock-traces, the Cove of Cork,
and old Tom Fox with his bugle horn. When at last they stopped, "Now
then," says the bull to Billy, "you and I must undergo great scenery,
Billy. Put your hand," says the bull, "in my left ear, and you'll get
a napkin, that, when you spread it out, will be covered with eating
and drinking of all sorts, fit for the King himself." Billy did this,
and then he spread out the napkin, and ate and drank to his heart's
content, and he rolled up the napkin and put it back in the bull's ear
again. "Then," says the bull, "now put your hand into my right ear and
you'll find a bit of a stick; if you wind it over your head three
times, it will be turned into a sword and give you the strength of a
thousand men besides your own, and when you have no more need of it as
a sword, it will change back into a stick again." Billy did all this.
Then says the bull, "At twelve o'clock the morrow I'll have to meet
and fight a great bull." Billy then got up again on the bull's back,
and the bull started off and away where you wouldn't know day by
night, or night by day, over low hills, high hills, sheep-walks, and
bullock-traces, the Cove of Cork, and old Tom Fox with his bugle horn.
There he met the other bull, and both of them fought, and the like of
their fight was never seen before or since. They knocked the soft
ground into hard, and the hard into soft; the soft into spring wells,
the spring wells into rocks, and the rocks into high hills. They
fought long, and Billy Beg's bull killed the other, and drank his
blood. Then Billy took the napkin out of his ear again and spread it
out and ate a hearty good dinner. Then says the bull to Billy, says
he, "At twelve o'clock to-morrow, I'm to meet the bull's brother that
I killed the day, and we'll have a hard fight." Billy got on the
bull's back again, and the bull started off and away where you
wouldn't know day by night, or night by day, over high hills, low
hills, sheep-walks and bulloch-traces, the Cove of Cork, and old Tom
Fox with his bugle horn. There he met the bull's brother that he
killed the day before, and they set to, and they fought, and the like
of the fight was never seen before or since. They knocked the soft
ground into hard, the hard into soft, the soft into spring wells, the
spring wells into rocks, and the rocks into high hills. They fought
long, and at last Billy's bull killed the other and drank his blood.
And then Billy took out the napkin out of the bull's ear again and
spread it out and ate another hearty dinner. Then says the bull to
Billy, says he, "The morrow at twelve o'clock I'm to fight the brother
to the two bulls I killed--he's a mighty great bull entirely, the
strongest of them all; he's called the Black Bull of the Forest, and
he'll be too able for me. When I'm dead!" says the bull, "you, Billy,
will take with you the napkin, and you'll never be hungry; and the
stick, and you'll be able to overcome everything that comes in your
way; and take out your knife and cut a strip of the hide off my back
and another strip off my belly, and make a belt of them, and as long
as you wear them you cannot be killed." Billy was very sorry to hear
this, but he got up on the bull's back again, and they started off and
away where you wouldn't know day by night or night by day, over high
hills, low hills, sheep-walks, and bulloch-traces, the Cove of Cork,
and Old Tom Fox with his bugle horn. And sure enough at twelve o'clock
the next day they met the great Black Bull of the Forest and both of
the bulls to it, and commenced to fight, and the like of the fight was
never seen before or since; they knocked the soft ground into hard
ground, and the hard ground into soft; and the soft into spring wells,
the spring wells into rocks, and the rocks into high hills. And they
fought long, but at length the Black Bull of the Forest killed Billy
Beg's bull and drank his blood. Billy Beg was so vexed at this that
for two days he sat over the bull neither eating nor drinking, but
crying salt tears all the time. Then he got up, and he spread out the
napkin, and ate a hearty dinner, for he was very hungry with his long
fast; and after that he cut a strip of the hide off the bull's back
and another off the belly, and made a belt for himself, and taking it
and the bit of stick, and the napkin, he set out to push his fortune,
and he travelled for three days and three nights till at last he came
to a great gentleman's place, Billy asked the gentleman if he could
give him employment, and the gentleman said he wanted just such a boy
as him for herding cattle. Billy asked what cattle would he have to
herd, and what wages would he get. The gentleman said he had three
goats, three cows, three horses, and three asses that he fed in an
orchard, but that no boy who went with them ever came back alive, for
there were three giants, brothers, that came to milk the cows and the
goats every day, and killed the boy that was herding; so if Billy
liked to try, they wouldn't fix the wages till they'd see if he would
come back alive.

"Agreed, then," said Billy. So the next morning he got up and drove
out the three goats, the three cows, the three horses, and the three
asses to the orchard and commenced to feed them. About the middle of
the day Billy heard three terrible roars that shook the apples off the
bushes, shook the horns on the cows, and made the hair stand up on
Billy's head, and in comes a frightful big giant with three heads, and
begun to threaten Bill. "You're too big," says the giant, "for one
bite, and too small for two. What will I do with you?" "I'll fight
you," says Billy, says he, stepping out to him and swinging the bit of
stick three times over his head, when it changed into a sword and gave
him the strength of a thousand men besides his own. The giant laughed
at the size of him, and says he, "Well, how will I kill you? Will it
be by a swing by the back, a cut of the sword, or a square round of
boxing?" "With a swing by the back," says Billy, "if you can." So they
both laid holds, and Billy lifted the giant clean off the ground, and
fetching him down again sunk him in the earth up to his arm-pits. "Oh,
have mercy!" says the giant. But Billy, taking his sword, killed the
giant, and cut out his tongues. It was evening by this time, so Billy
drove home the three goats, three cows, three horses, and three asses,
and all the vessels in the house wasn't able to hold all the milk the
cows give that night.

"Well," says the gentleman, "this beats me, for I never saw any one
coming back alive out of there before, nor the cows with a drop of
milk. Did you see anything in the orchard?" says he. "Nothing worse
nor myself," says Billy. "What about my wages, now?" says Billy.
"Well," says the gentleman, "you'll hardly come alive out of the
orchard the morrow. So we'll wait till after that." Next morning his
master told Billy that something must have happened to one of the
giants, for he used to hear cries of three every night, but last night
he only heard two crying. "I don't know," said Billy, "anything about
them." That morning after he got his breakfast Billy drove the three
goats, three cows, three horses, and three asses into the orchard
again, and began to feed them. About twelve o'clock he heard three
terrible roars that shook the apples off the bushes, the horns off the
cows, and made the hair stand up on Billy's head, and in comes a
frightful big giant, with six heads, and he told Billy he had killed
his brother yesterday, but he would make him pay for it the day.
"Ye're too big," says he, "for one bite, and too small for two, and
what will I do with you?" "I'll fight you," says Billy, swinging his
stick three times over his head, and turning it into a sword, and
giving him the strength of a thousand men besides his own. The giant
laughed at him, and says he, "How will I kill you--with a swing by the
back, a cut of the sword, or a square round of boxing?" "With a swing
by the back," says Billy, "if you can." So the both of them laid
holds, and Billy lifted the giant clean off the ground, and fetching
him down again, sunk him in it up to the arm-pits. "Oh, spare my
life!" says the giant. But Billy taking up his sword, killed him and
cut out his tongues. It was evening by this time, and Billy drove home
his three goats, three cows, three horses, and three asses, and what
milk the cows gave that night overflowed all the vessels in the house,
and, running out, turned a rusty mill that hadn't been turned before
for thirty years. If the master was surprised seeing Billy coming back
the night before, he was ten times more surprised now.

"Did you see anything in the orchard the day?" says the gentleman.
"Nothing worse nor myself," says Billy. "What about my wages now?"
says Billy. "Well, never mind about your wages," says the gentleman,
"till the morrow, for I think you'll hardly come back alive again,"
says he. Well and good, Billy went to his bed, and the gentleman went
to his bed, and when the gentleman rose in the morning, says he to
Billy "I don't know what's wrong with two of the giants; I only heard
one crying last night." "I don't know," says Billy, "they must be sick
or something." Well, when Billy got his breakfast that day, again he
set out to the orchard, driving before him the three goats, three
cows, three horses, and three asses, and sure enough about the middle
of the day he hears three terrible roars again, and in comes another
giant, this one with twelve heads on him, and if the other two were
frightful, surely this one was ten times more so. "You villain, you,"
says he to Billy, "you killed my two brothers, and I'll have my
revenge on you now. Prepare till I kill you," says he; "you're too big
for one bite, and too small for two; what will I do with you?" "I'll
fight you," says Billy, shaping out and winding the bit of stick three
times over his head. The giant laughed heartily at the size of him,
and says he, "What way do you prefer being killed? Is it with a swing
by the back, a cut of the sword, or a square round of boxing?" "A
swing by the back," says Billy. So both of them again laid holds, and
my brave Billy lifts the giant clean off the ground, and fetching him
down again, sunk him down to his arm-pits in it. "Oh, have mercy!
Spare my life!" says the giant. But Billy took his sword, and,
killing him, cut out his tongues. That evening he drove home his three
goats, three cows, three horses, and three asses, and the milk of the
cows had to be turned into a valley where it made a lough three miles
long, three miles broad, and three miles deep, and that lough has been
filled with salmon and white trout ever since. The gentleman wondered
now more than ever to see Billy back the third day alive. "Did you see
nothing in the orchard the day, Billy?" says he. "No, nothing worse
nor myself," says Billy. "Well, that beats me," says the gentleman.
"What about my wages now?" says Billy. "Well, you're a good, mindful
boy, that I couldn't easy do without," says the gentleman, "and I'll
give you any wages you ask for the future." The next morning, says the
gentleman to Billy, "I heard none of the giants crying last night,
however it comes." "I don't know," says Billy, "they must be sick or
something." "Now, Billy," says the gentleman, "you must look after the
cattle the day again, while I go to see the fight." "What fight?" says
Billy. "Why," says the gentleman, "it's the king's daughter is going
to be devoured by a fiery dragon, if the greatest fighter in the land,
that they have been feeding specially for the last three months, isn't
able to kill the dragon first. And if he's able to kill the dragon the
king is to give him the daughter in marriage." "That will be fine!"
says Billy. Billy drove out his three goats, three cows, three horses,
and three asses to the orchard that day again, and the like of all
that passed that day to see the fight with the man and the fiery
dragon, Billy never witnessed before. They went in coaches and
carriages, on horses and jackasses, riding and walking, crawling and
creeping. "My tight little fellow," says a man that was passing to
Billy, "why don't you come to see the great fight?" "What would take
the likes of me there?" says Billy. But when Billy found them all gone
he saddled and bridled the best black horse his master had, and put on
the best suit of clothes he could get in his master's house, and rode
off to the fight after the rest. When Billy went there he saw the
king's daughter, with the whole court about her, on a platform before
the castle, and he thought he never saw anything half as beautiful,
and the great warrior that was to fight the dragon was walking up and
down on the lawn before her, with three men carrying his sword, and
every one in the whole country gathered there looking at him. But when
the fiery dragon came up with twelve heads on him, and every mouth of
him spitting fire, and let twelve roars out of him, the warrior ran
away and hid himself up to the neck in a well of water, and all they
could do they couldn't get him to come and face the dragon. Then the
king's daughter asked if there was no one there to save her from the
dragon, and get her in marriage. But no one stirred. When Billy saw
this, he tied the belt of the bull's hide round him, swung his stick
over his head, and went in, and after a terrible fight, entirely
killed the dragon. Everyone then gathered about to find who the
stranger was. Billy jumped on his horse and darted away sooner than
let them know; but just as he was getting away the king's daughter
pulled the shoe off his foot. When the dragon was killed the warrior
that had hid in the well of water came out, and cutting off the heads
of the dragon he brought them to the king, and said that it was he who
killed the dragon, in disguise; and he claimed the king's daughter.
But she tried the shoe on him and found it didn't fit him; so she said
it wasn't him, and that she would marry no one only the man the shoe
fitted. When Billy got home he changed his clothes again, and had the
horse in the stable, and the cattle all in before his master came.
When the master came, he began telling Billy about the wonderful day
they had entirely, and about the warrior hiding in the well of water,
and about the grand stranger that came down out of the sky in a cloud
on a black horse, and killed the fiery dragon, and then vanished in a
cloud again. "And now," says he, "Billy, wasn't that wonderful?" "It
was, indeed," says Billy, "very wonderful entirely." After that it was
given out over the country that all the people were to come to the
king's castle on a certain day, till the king's daughter would try the
shoe on them, and whoever it fitted she was to marry them. When the
day arrived Billy was in the orchard with the three goats, three
cows, three horses, and three asses, as usual, and the like of all the
crowds that passed that day going to the king's castle to get the shoe
tried on, he never saw before. They went in coaches and carriages, on
horses and jackasses, riding and walking, and crawling and creeping.
They all asked Billy was not he going to the king's castle, but Billy
said, "Arrah, what would be bringin' the likes of me there?" At last
when all the others had gone there passed an old man with a very
scarecrow suit of rags on him, and Billy stopped him and asked him
what boot would he take and swap clothes with him. "Just take care of
yourself, now," says the old man, "and don't be playing off your jokes
on my clothes, or maybe I'd make you feel the weight of this stick."
But Billy soon let him see it was in earnest he was, and both of them
swapped suits, Billy giving the old man boot. Then off to the castle
started Billy, with the suit of rags on his back and an old stick in
his hand, and when he come there he found all in great commotion,
trying on the shoe, and some of them cutting down their foot, trying
to get it to fit. But it was all of no use, the shoe could be got to
fit none of them at all, and the king's daughter was going to give up
in despair when the wee, ragged-looking boy, which was Billy, elbowed
his way through them, and says he, "Let me try it on; maybe it would
fit me." But the people when they saw him, all began to laugh at the
sight of him, and "Go along out of that, you example, you," says they,
shoving and pushing him back. But the king's daughter saw him, and
called on them by all manner of means to let him come up and try on
the shoe. So Billy went up, and all the people looked on, breaking
their hearts laughing at the conceit of it. But what would you have of
it, but to the dumfounding of them all, the shoe fitted Billy as nice
as if it was made on his foot for a last. So the king's daughter
claimed Billy as her husband. He then confessed that it was he that
killed the fiery dragon; and when the king had him dressed up in a
silk and satin suit, with plenty of gold and silver ornaments,
everyone gave in that his like they never saw afore. He was then
married to the king's daughter, and the wedding lasted nine days, nine
hours, nine minutes, nine half minutes, and nine quarter minutes, and
they lived happy and well from that day to this. I got brogues of
_brochan_[8] and breeches of glass, a bit of pie for telling a lie,
and then I came slithering home.

[Footnote 8: Porridge.]




The Princes Fire-flash and Fire-fade


His Highness Fire-flash was a Prince who was fond of fishing; and so
great was his luck, that big fishes, and little fishes, and all kinds
of fishes came to his line. His younger brother, Prince Fire-fade, was
fond of hunting, and all his luck was on the hills, and in the woods,
where he caught birds and beasts of every kind.

One day Prince Fire-fade said to his elder brother, Prince Fire-flash:
"Let us change. You go and hunt instead of me, and I will try my luck
at fishing, if you will lend me your line and hook." Prince Fire-flash
did not care much to change, and at first said "No"; but his brother
kept on teasing him about it, until at last he said, "Very well, then;
let us change."

Then Prince Fire-fade tried his luck at fishing, but not a single fish
did he catch; and, what was worse, he lost his brother's fish-hook in
the sea.

Prince Fire-flash asked him for the hook, saying: "Hunting is one
thing, and fishing is another. Let us both go back to our own ways."

Then said Prince Fire-fade: "I did not catch a single fish with your
hook, and at last I lost it in the sea."

But Prince Fire-flash said: "I must and shall have my fish-hook." So
the younger brother broke his long sword, that was girded on him, and,
of the pieces, made five hundred fish-hooks, and begged Prince
Fire-flash to take them, but he would not. Then Prince Fire-fade made
a thousand fish-hooks and said: "Please take them instead of the one
which I lost." But the elder brother said: "No, I must have my own
hook, and I will not take any other."

Then Prince Fire-fade was very sorry, and sat down by the sea-shore,
crying bitterly.

By and by the Wise Old Man of the Sea came to him and asked: "Why are
you crying so bitterly, Prince Fire-fade?" Fire-fade told him all the
story of the lost fish-hook, and how that his brother was angry, still
saying that he must have that very same hook and no other. Then the
Wise Old Man of the Sea built a stout little boat, and made Prince
Fire-fade sit in it. Having pushed it a little from the land, he said:
"Now go on for some time in the boat; it will be very pleasant, for
the sea is calm. Soon you will come to a palace built like fishes'
scales; this is the palace of the Sea-king. When you reach the gate,
you will see a fine cassia-tree growing above the well by the side of
the gate. If you will sit on the top of that tree, the Sea-king's
daughter will see you, and tell you what to do."

So Prince Fire-fade did as he was told, and everything came to pass
just as the Wise Old Man of the Sea had told him. As soon as he was
come to the Sea-king's palace, he made haste, and climbed up into the
cassia-tree, and sat there. Then came the maidens of the Princess
Pearl, the Sea-king's daughter, carrying golden water-pots. They were
just going to draw water, when they saw a flood of light upon the
well. They looked up, and there in the cassia-tree was a beautiful
young man. Prince Fire-fade saw the maidens, and asked for some water.
The maidens drew some, and put it in a golden cup, and gave him to
drink. Without tasting the water, the Prince took the jewel that hung
at his neck, put it between his lips, and let it drop into the golden
cup. It stuck to the cup, so that the maidens could not take it off;
so they brought the cup, with the jewel on it, to the Princess Pearl.

When she saw the jewel, the Princess asked her maidens: "Is there
anyone inside the gate?" So the maidens answered: "There is someone
sitting on the top of the cassia-tree, above our well. It is a
beautiful young man--more beautiful even than our King. He asked for
water, and we gave him some; but, without drinking it, he dropped this
jewel from his lips into the cup, and we have brought it to you." Then
Princess Pearl, thinking this very strange, went out to look. She was
delighted at the sight, but not giving the Prince time to take more
than one little peep at her, she ran to tell her father, saying:
"Father, there is a beautiful person at our gate."

Then the Sea-king himself went out to look. When he saw the young man
on the top of the tree, he knew that it must be Prince Fire-fade. He
made him come down, and led him into the palace, where he seated him
upon a throne made of sea-asses' skins, and silk rugs, eight layers of
each. Then a great feast was spread, and every one was so kind to
Prince Fire-fade, that the end of it was, he married Princess Pearl,
and lived in that land for three years.

Now, one night, when the three years had almost passed, Prince
Fire-fade thought of his home, and what had happened there, and heaved
one deep sigh.

Princess Pearl was grieved, and told her father, saying: "We have been
so happy these three years, and he never sighed before, but, last
night, he heaved one deep sigh. What can the meaning of it be?" So the
Sea-king asked the Prince to tell him what ailed him, and also what
had been the reason of his coming to that land. Then Prince Fire-fade
told the Sea-king all the story of the lost fish-hook, and how his
elder brother had behaved.

The Sea-king at once called together all the fishes of the sea, great
and small, and asked: "Has any fish taken this fish-hook?" So all the
fishes said: "The _tai_[9] has been complaining of something sticking
in his throat, and hurting him when he eats, so perhaps he has taken
the hook."

[Footnote 9: A kind of fish.]

So they made the _tai_ open his mouth, and looked in his throat, and
there, sure enough, was the fish-hook. Then the hook was washed and
given to Prince Fire-fade. The Sea-king also gave him two jewels. One
was called the tide-flowing jewel, and the other was called the
tide-ebbing jewel. And he said then to the Prince: "Go home now to
your own land, and take back the fish-hook to your brother. In this
way you shall plague him. If he plant rice-fields in the upland, make
you your rice-fields in the valley; and if he make rice-fields in the
valley, do you make your rice-fields in the upland. I will rule the
water so that it may do good to you, but harm to him. If Prince
Fire-flash should be angry with you for this, and try to kill you,
then put out the tide-flowing jewel, and the tide will come up to
drown him. But if he is sorry, and asks pardon, then put out the
tide-ebbing jewel, and the tide will go back, and let him live."

Then the Sea-king called all the crocodiles, and said: "His Highness
Prince Fire-fade is going to the upper world; which of you will take
him there quickly, and bring me back word?" And one crocodile a fathom
long, answered: "I will take him to the upper world, and come back in
a day."

"Do so, then," said the Sea-king, "and be sure that you do not
frighten him as you are crossing the middle of the sea." He then
seated the Prince upon the crocodile's head, and saw him off.

The crocodile brought him safe home, in one day, as he had promised.
When the crocodile was going to start back again, Prince Fire-fade
untied the dirk from his own belt, and setting it on the creature's
neck, sent him away.

Then Prince Fire-fade gave the fish-hook to his elder brother; and, in
all things, did as the Sea-king had told him to do. So from that time,
Prince Fire-flash became poor, and came with great fury to kill his
brother. But, just in time, Prince Fire-fade put forth the
tide-flowing jewel to drown him. When he found himself in such danger,
Prince Fire-flash said he was sorry. So his brother put forth the
tide-ebbing jewel to save him.

When he had been plagued in this way for a long time, he bowed his
head, saying: "From this time forth, I submit to you, my younger
brother. I will be your guard by day and by night, and in all things
serve you." His struggles in the water, when he thought he was
drowning, are shown at the Emperor's Court even to this very day.




_Panch-Phul Ranee_


A certain Rajah had two wives, of whom he preferred the second to the
first; the first Ranee had a son, but because he was not the child of
the second Ranee, his father took a great dislike to him, and treated
him so harshly that the poor boy was very unhappy.

One day, therefore, he said to his mother: "Mother, my father does not
care for me, and my presence is only a vexation to him. I should be
happier anywhere than here; let me therefore go and seek my fortune in
other lands."

So the Ranee asked her husband if he would allow their son to travel.
He said, "The boy is free to go, but I don't see how he is to live in
any other part of the world, for he is too stupid to earn his living,
and I will give him no money to squander on senseless pleasures." Then
the Ranee told her son that he had his father's permission to travel,
and said to him, "You are going out into the world now to try your
luck; take with you the food and clothes I have provided for your
journey." And she gave him a bundle of clothes and several small
loaves, and in each loaf she placed a gold mohur, that on opening it,
he might find money as well as food inside; and he started on his
journey.

When the young Rajah had travelled a long way, and left his father's
kingdom far behind, he one day came upon the outskirts of a great
city, where, instead of taking the position due to his rank, and
sending to inform the Rajah of his arrival, he went to a poor
Carpenter's house, and begged of him a lodging for the night. The
Carpenter was busy making wooden clogs in the porch of his house, but
he looked up and nodded, saying, "Young man, you are welcome to any
assistance a stranger may need and we can give. If you are in want of
food, you will find my wife and daughter in the house; they will be
happy to cook for you." The Rajah went inside and said to the
Carpenter's daughter, "I am a stranger and have travelled a long way;
I am both tired and hungry; cook me some dinner as fast as you can,
and I will pay you for your trouble." She answered, "I would willingly
cook you some dinner at once, but I have no wood to light the fire,
and the jungle is some way off." "It matters not," said the Rajah;
"this will do to light the fire, and I'll make the loss good to your
father"; and taking a pair of new clogs which the Carpenter had just
finished making, he broke them up and lighted the fire with them.

Next morning, he went into the jungle, cut wood, and, having made a
pair of new clogs--better than those with which he had lighted the
fire the evening before--placed them with the rest of the goods for
sale in the Carpenter's shop. Shortly afterward, one of the servants
of the Rajah of that country came to buy a pair of clogs for his
master, and seeing these new ones, said to the Carpenter, "Why, man,
these clogs are better than all the rest put together. I will take
none other to the Rajah. I wish you would always make such clogs as
these." And throwing down ten gold mohurs on the floor of the hut, he
took up the clogs and went away.

The Carpenter was much surprised at the whole business. In the first
place, he usually received only two or three rupees for each pair of
clogs; and in the second, he knew that these which the Rajah's servant
had judged worth ten gold mohurs had not been made by him; and how
they had come there he could not think, for he felt certain they were
not with the rest of the clogs the night before. He thought and
thought, but the more he thought about the matter the more puzzled he
got, and he went to talk about it to his wife and daughter. Then his
daughter said, "Oh, those must have been the clogs the stranger made!"
And she told her father how he had lighted the fire the night before
with two of the clogs which were for sale, and had afterward fetched
wood from the jungle and made another pair to replace them.

The Carpenter, at this news, was more astonished than ever, and he
thought to himself, "Since this stranger seems a quiet, peaceable sort
of man, and can make clogs so well, it is a great pity he should leave
this place; he would make a good husband for my daughter"; and,
catching hold of the young Rajah, he propounded his scheme to him.
(But all this time he had no idea that his guest was a Rajah.)

Now the Carpenter's daughter was a very pretty girl--as pretty as any
Ranee you ever saw; she was also good-tempered, clever, and could cook
extremely well. So when the Carpenter asked the Rajah to be his
son-in-law, he looked at the father, the mother, and the girl, and
thinking to himself that many a better man had a worse fate, he said,
"Yes, I will marry your daughter, and stay here and make clogs." So
the Rajah married the Carpenter's daughter.

This Rajah was very clever at making all sorts of things in wood. When
he had made all the clogs he wished to sell next day, he would amuse
himself in making toys; and in this way he made a thousand wooden
parrots. They were as like real parrots as possible. They had each two
wings, two legs, two eyes, and a sharp beak. And when the Rajah had
finished them all, he painted and varnished them and put them, one
afternoon, outside the house to dry.

Night came on, and with it came Parbuttee and Mahdeo, flying round the
world to see the different races of men. Among the many places they
visited was the city where the Carpenter lived; and in the garden in
front of the house they saw the thousand wooden parrots which the
Rajah had made and painted and varnished, all placed out to dry. Then
Parbuttee turned to Mahdeo, and said, "These parrots are very well
made--they need nothing but life. Why should not we give them life?"
Mahdeo answered, "What would be the use of that? It would be a strange
freak, indeed!" "Oh," said Parbuttee, "I only meant you to do it as an
amusement. It would be so funny to see the wooden parrots flying
about! But do not do it if you don't like." "You would like it,
then?" answered Mahdeo. "Very well, I will do it." And he endowed the
thousand parrots with life.

Parbuttee and Mahdeo then flew away.

Next morning the Rajah got up early to see if the varnish he had put
on the wooden parrots was dry; but no sooner did he open the door
than--marvel of marvels!--the thousand wooden parrots all came walking
into the house, flapping their wings and chatting to each other.

Hearing the noise, the Carpenter and the Carpenter's wife and daughter
came running out to see what was the matter, and were not less
astonished than the Rajah himself at the miracle which had taken
place. Then the Carpenter's wife turned to her son-in-law, and said,
"It is all very well that you should have made these wooden parrots;
but I don't know where we are to find food for them! Great, strong
parrots like these will eat not less than a pound of rice apiece every
day. Your father-in-law and I cannot afford to procure as much as that
for them in this poor house. If you wish to keep them, you must live
elsewhere, for we cannot provide for you all."

"Very well," said the Rajah; "you shall not have cause to accuse me of
ruining you, for from henceforth I will have a house of my own." So he
and his wife went to live in a house of their own, and he took the
thousand parrots with him, and his mother-in-law gave her daughter
some corn and rice and money to begin housekeeping with. Moreover, he
found that the parrots, instead of being an expense, were the means of
increasing his fortune; for they flew away every morning early to get
food, and spent the whole day out in the fields; and every evening,
when they returned home, each parrot brought in his beak a stalk of
corn or rice, or whatever it had found good to eat. Their master
therefore was regularly supplied with more food than enough; and what
with selling what he did not require, and working at his trade, he
soon became quite a rich carpenter.

After he had been living in this way very happily for some time, one
night, when he fell asleep, the Rajah dreamed a wonderful dream, and
this was the dream:

He thought that very, very far away beyond the Red Sea was a beautiful
kingdom surrounded by seven other seas; and that it belonged to a
Rajah and Ranee who had one lovely daughter, named Panch-Phul Ranee
(the Five Flower Queen), after whom the whole kingdom was called
Panch-Phul Ranee's country; and that this Princess lived in the centre
of her father's kingdom, in a little house round which were seven wide
ditches, and seven great hedges made of spears; and that she was
called Panch-Phul Ranee because she was so light and delicate that she
weighed no more than five white lotus flowers! Moreover, he dreamed
that this Princess had vowed to marry no one who would not cross the
seven seas, and jump the seven ditches and seven hedges made of
spears.

After dreaming this the young Rajah awoke, and feeling much puzzled,
got up, and sitting with his head in his hands, tried to think the
matter over and discover if he had ever heard anything like his dream
before; but he could make nothing of it.

While he was thus thinking, his wife awoke and asked him what was the
matter. He told her, and she said, "That is a strange dream. If I were
you, I'd ask the old parrot about it; he is a wise bird, and perhaps
he knows." This parrot of which she spoke was the most wise of all the
thousand wooden parrots. The Rajah took his wife's advice, and when
all the birds came home that evening, he called the old parrot and
told him his dream, saying, "Can this be true?" To which the parrot
replied, "It is all true. The Panch-Phul Ranee's country lies beyond
the Red Sea, and is surrounded by seven seas, and she dwells in a
house built in the centre of her father's kingdom. Round her house are
seven ditches, and seven hedges made of spears, and she has vowed not
to marry any man who cannot jump these seven ditches and seven hedges;
and because she is very beautiful many great and noble men have tried
to do this, but in vain.

"The Rajah and Ranee, her father and mother, are very fond of her and
proud of her. Every day she goes to the palace to see them, and they
weigh her in a pair of scales. They put her in one scale and five
lotus flowers in the other, and she's so delicate and fragile she
weighs no heavier than the five little flowers, so they call her the
Panch-Phul Ranee. Her father and mother are very proud of this."

"I should like to go to that country and see the Panch-Phul Ranee,"
said the Rajah; "but I don't know how I could cross the seven seas."
"I will show you how to manage that," replied the old parrot. "I and
another parrot will fly close together, I crossing my left over his
right wing; so that we will move along as if we were one bird (using
only our outside wings to fly with), and on the chair made of our
interlaced wings you shall sit, and we will carry you safely across
the seven seas. On the way we will every evening alight in some high
tree and rest, and every morning we can go on again." "That sounds a
good plan; I have a great desire to try it," said the Rajah. "Wife,
what should you think of my going to the Panch-Phul Ranee's country,
and seeing if I can jump the seven ditches, and seven hedges made of
spears. Will you let me try?"

"Yes," she answered. "If you like to go and marry her, go; only take
care that you do not kill yourself; and mind you come back some day."
And she prepared food for him to take with him, and took off her gold
and silver bangles, which she placed in a bundle of warm things, that
he might be in need neither of money nor clothes on the journey. He
then charged the nine hundred and ninety-eight parrots he left behind
him to bring her plenty of corn and rice daily (that she might never
need food while he was away), and took her to the house of her father,
in whose care she was to remain during his absence; and he wished her
good-bye, saying, "Do not fear but that I will come back to you, even
if I do win the Panch-Phul Ranee, for you will always be my first
wife, though you are the Carpenter's daughter."

The old parrot and another parrot then spread their wings, on which
the Rajah seated himself as on a chair, and rising up in the air, they
flew away with him out of sight.

Far, far, far they flew, as fast as parrots can fly, over hills, over
forests, over rivers, over valleys, on, on, on, hour after hour, day
after day, week after week, only staying to rest every night when it
got too dark to see where they were going. At last they reached the
seven seas which surrounded the Panch-Phul Ranee's country. When once
they began crossing the seas they could not rest (for there was
neither rock nor island on which to alight), so they were obliged to
fly straight across them, night and day, until they gained the shore.

By reason of this the parrots were too exhausted on their arrival to
go as far as the city where the Rajah, Panch-Phul Ranee's father,
lived, but they flew down to rest on a beautiful banyan tree, which
grew not far from the sea, close to a small village. The Rajah
determined to go into the village and get food and shelter there. He
told the parrots to stay in the banyan tree till his return; then,
leaving his bundle of clothes and most of his money in their charge,
he set off on foot toward the nearest house.

After a little while he reached a Malee's cottage, and giving a gold
mohur to the Malee's wife, got her to provide him with food and
shelter for the night.

Next morning he rose early, and said to his hostess, "I am a stranger
here, and know nothing of the place. What is the name of your
country?" "This," she said, "is Panch-Phul Ranee's country."

"And what is the last news in your town?" he asked, "Very bad news
indeed," she replied. "You must know our Rajah has one only
daughter--a most beautiful Princess--and her name is Panch-Phul Ranee,
for she is so light and delicate that she weighs no heavier than five
lotus flowers. After her this whole country is called Panch-Phul
Ranee's country. She lives in a small bungalow in the centre of the
city you see yonder; but, unluckily for us, she has vowed to marry no
man who cannot jump on foot over the seven hedges made of spears, and
across the seven great ditches that surround her house. This cannot be
done, Babamah! I don't know how many hundreds of thousands of Rajahs
have tried to do it and died in the attempt! Yet the Princess will not
break her vow. Daily, worse and worse tidings come from the city of
fresh people having been killed in trying to jump the seven hedges and
seven ditches, and I see no end to the misfortunes that will arise
from it. Not only are so many brave men lost to the world, but, since
the Princess will marry no one who does not succeed in this, she
stands a chance of not marrying at all; and if that be so, when the
Rajah dies there will be no one to protect her and claim the right to
succeed to the throne. All the nobles will probably fight for the Raj,
and the whole kingdom be turned topsy-turvy."

"Mahi," said the Rajah, "if that is all there is to do, I will try and
win your Princess, for I can jump right well."

"Baba," answered the Malee's wife, "do not think of such a thing; are
you mad? I tell you, hundreds of thousands of men have said these
words before, and been killed for their rashness. What power do you
think you possess, to succeed where all before you have failed? Give
up all thought of this, for it is utter folly."

"I will not do it," answered the Rajah, "before going to consult some
of my friends."

So he left the Malee's cottage, and returned to the banyan tree to
talk over the matter with the parrots; for he thought they would be
able to carry him on their wings across the seven ditches and seven
hedges made of spears. When he reached the old tree the parrot said to
him, "It is two days since you left us; what news have you brought
from the village?" The Rajah answered, "The Panch-Phul Ranee still
lives in the house surrounded by the seven ditches, and seven hedges
made of spears, and has vowed to marry no man who cannot jump over
them; but cannot you parrots, who brought me all the way over the
seven seas, carry me on your wings across these great barriers?"

"You stupid man!" answered the old parrot, "of course we could; but
what would be the good of doing so? If we carried you across, it would
not be at all the same thing as your jumping across, and the Princess
would no more consent to marry you than she would now; for she has
vowed to marry no one who has not jumped across _on foot_. If you want
to do the thing, why not do it yourself, instead of talking nonsense.
Have you forgotten how, when you were a little boy, you were taught to
jump by conjurors and tumblers (for the parrot knew all the Rajah's
history)? Now is the time to put their lessons in practice. If you can
jump the seven ditches, and seven hedges made of spears, you will have
done a good work, and be able to marry the Panch-Phul Ranee; but if
not, this is a thing in which we cannot help you."

"You reason justly," replied the Rajah. "I will try to put in practice
the lessons I learnt when a boy; meantime, do you stay here till my
return."

So saying, he went away to the city, which he reached by nightfall.
Next morning early he went to where the Princess's bungalow stood, to
try to jump the fourteen great barriers. He was strong and agile, and
he jumped the seven great ditches, and six of the seven hedges made of
spears; but in running to jump the seventh hedge he hurt his foot,
and, stumbling, fell upon the spears and died--run through and through
with the cruel iron spikes.

When Panch-Phul Ranee's father and mother got up that morning and
looked out, as their custom was, toward their daughter's bungalow,
they saw something transfixed upon the seventh hedge of spears, but
what it was they could not make out, for it dazzled their eyes. So the
Rajah called his Wuzeer and said to him, "For some days I have seen no
one attempt to jump the seven hedges and seven ditches round
Panch-Phul Ranee's bungalow; but what is that which I now see upon the
seventh hedge of spears?" The Wuzeer answered, "That is a Rajah's son,
who has failed, like all who have gone before him." "But how is it,"
asked the Rajah, "that he thus dazzles our eyes?"

"It is," replied the Wuzeer, "because he is so beautiful. Of all that
have died for the sake of Panch-Phul Ranee, this youth is, beyond
doubt, the handsomest." "Alas!" cried the Rajah, "how many and how
many brave men has my daughter killed? I will have no more die for
her. Let us send her and the dead man together away into the jungle."

Then he ordered the servants to fetch the young Rajah's body. There he
lay, still and beautiful, with a glory shining round him as the
moonlight shines round the clear bright moon, but without a spark of
life.

When the Rajah saw him, he said, "Oh, pity, pity, that so brave and
handsome a boy should have come dying after this girl! Yet he is but
one of the thousands of thousands who have died thus to no purpose.
Pull up the spears and cast them into the seven ditches, for they
shall remain no longer."

Then he commanded two palanquins to be prepared and men in readiness
to carry them, and said, "Let the girl be married to the young Rajah,
and let both be taken far away into the jungle, that we may never see
them more. Then there will be quiet in the land again."

The Ranee, Panch-Phul Ranee's mother, cried bitterly at this, for she
was very fond of her daughter, and she begged her husband not to send
her away so cruelly--the living with the dead; but the Rajah was
inexorable. "That poor boy died," he said; "let my daughter die, too!
I'll have no more men killed here."

So the two palanquins were prepared. Then he placed his daughter in
the one, and her dead husband in the other, and said to the
palkee-bearers, "Take these palkees and go out into the jungle until
you have reached a place so desolate that not so much as a sparrow is
to be seen, and there leave them both."

And so they did. Deep down in the jungle, where no bright sun could
pierce the darkness, nor human voice be heard, far from any habitation
of man or means of supporting life, on the edge of a dank, stagnant
morass that was shunned by all but noisome reptiles and wandering
beasts of prey, they set them down and left them, the dead husband and
the living wife, alone to meet the horrors of the coming night--alone,
without a chance of rescue.

Panch-Phul Ranee heard the bearers' retreating footsteps, and their
voices getting fainter and fainter in the distance, and felt that she
had nothing to hope for but death.

Night seemed coming on apace, for though the sun had not set, the
jungle was dark so that but little light pierced the gloom; and she
thought she would take a last look at the husband her vow had killed,
and, sitting beside him, wait till starvation should make her as he
was, or some wild animal put a more speedy end to her sufferings.

She left her palkee and went toward his. There he lay with closed eyes
and close-shut lips; black curling hair, which escaped from under his
turban, concealed a ghastly wound on his temple. There was no look of
pain on the face, and the long, sweeping eyelashes gave it such a
tender, softened expression she could hardly believe that he was dead.
He was, in truth, very beautiful; and, watching him, she said to
herself, "Alas, what a noble being is here lost to the world! what an
earth's joy is extinguished! Was it for this I was cold, and proud,
and stern--to break the cup of my own happiness and to be the death of
such as you? Must you now never know that you won your wife? Must you
never hear her ask your pardon for the past, nor know her cruel
punishment? Ah, if you had but lived, how dearly I would have loved
you! Oh, my husband! my husband!" And sinking down on the ground, she
buried her face in her hands and cried bitterly.

While she was sitting thus, night closed over the jungle, and brought
with it wild beasts that had left their dens and lairs in search of
prey--to roam about, as the heat of the day was over. Tigers, lions,
elephants, and bison, all came by turns, crushing through the
underwood which surrounded the place where the palkees were, but they
did no harm to Panch-Phul Ranee, for she was so fair that not even the
cruel beasts of the forests would injure her. At last, about four
o'clock in the morning, all the wild animals had gone except two
little jackals, who had been very busy watching the rest and picking
the bones left by the tigers. Tired with running about, they lay down
to rest close to the palkees. Then one little jackal said to the
other, who was her husband, "Do tell me a little story." "Dear me!"
exclaimed he, "what people you women are for stories! Well, look just
in front of you; do you see those two?" "Yes," she answered; "what of
them?" "That woman you see sitting on the ground," he said, "is the
Panch-Phul Ranee." "And what son of a Rajah is the man in the palkee?"
asked she. "That," he replied, "is a very sorrowful son. His father
was so unkind to him that he left his own home, and went to live in
another country very far from this; and there he dreamed about the
Panch-Phul Ranee, and came to our land in order to marry her, but he
was killed in jumping the seventh hedge of spears, and all he gained
was to die for her sake."

"That is very sad," said the first little jackal; "but could he never
by any chance come to life again?" "Yes," answered the other; "maybe
he could, if only someone knew how to apply the proper remedies."
"What are the proper remedies, and how could he be cured?" asked the
lady jackal. (Now, all this conversation had been heard by Panch-Phul
Ranee, and when this question was asked she listened very eagerly and
attentively for the answer.)

"Do you see this tree?" replied her husband. "Well, if some of its
leaves were crushed, and a little of the juice put into the Rajah's
two ears and upon his upper lip, and some upon his temples, also, and
some upon the spear-wounds in his side, he would come to life again
and be as well as ever."

At this moment day dawned, and the two little jackals ran away.
Panch-Phul Ranee did not forget their words. She, a Princess born, who
had never put her foot to the ground before (so delicately and
tenderly had she been reared), walked over the rough clods of earth
and the sharp stones till she reached the place where the tree grew of
which the jackals had spoken. She gathered a number of its leaves,
and, with hands and feet that had never before done coarse or common
work, beat and crushed them down. They were so stiff, and strong that
it took her a long time. At last, after tearing them, and stamping on
them, and pounding them between two stones, and biting the hardest
parts, she thought they were sufficiently crushed; and rolling them up
in a corner of her saree, she squeezed the juice through it on to her
husband's temples, and put a little on his upper lip and into his
ears, and some also on the spear-wound in his side. And when she had
done this, he awoke as if he had been only sleeping, and sat up,
wondering where he was. Before him stood Panch-Phul Ranee shining like
a glorious star, and all around them was the dark jungle.

It would be hard to say which of them was the more astonished--the
Rajah or the Princess. She was surprised that the remedy should have
taken such speedy effect, and could hardly believe her eyes when she
saw her husband get up. And if he looked beautiful when dead, much
more handsome did he seem to her now, so full of life and animation
and power--the picture of health and strength. And he, in his turn,
was lost in amazement at the exquisite loveliness of the lady who
stood before him. He did not know who she could be, for he had never
seen her like, except in a dream. Could she be really the
world-renowned Panch-Phul Ranee, or was he dreaming still? He feared
to move lest he should break the spell. But as he sat there wondering,
she spoke, saying, "You marvel at what has taken place. You do not
know me--I am Panch-Phul Ranee, your wife."

Then he said, "Ah, Princess, is it indeed you? You have been very hard
to me." "I know, I know," she answered; "I caused your death, but I
brought you to life again. Let the past be forgotten; come home with
me, and my father and mother will welcome you as a son."

He replied, "No, I must return first to my own home a while. Do you
rather return there now with me, for it is a long time since I left
it, and afterward we will come again to your father's kingdom."

To this Panch-Phul Ranee agreed. It took them, however, a long time to
find their way out of the jungle. At last they succeeded in doing so,
for none of the wild animals in it attempted to injure them, so
beautiful and royal did they both look.

When they reached the banyan tree, where the Rajah had left the two
parrots, the old parrot called out to him, "So you have come back at
last! We thought you never would, you were such a long time away!
There you went, leaving us here all the time, and after all doing no
good, but only getting yourself killed. Why didn't you do as we
advised you, and jump up nicely?"

"Well, I'm sure," said the Rajah, "yours is a hard case; but I beg
your pardon for keeping you waiting so long, and now I hope you'll
take me and my wife home."

"Yes, we will do that," answered the parrots; "but you had better get
some dinner first, for it's a long journey over the seven seas."

So the Rajah went to the village close by and bought food for himself
and the Panch-Phul Ranee. When he returned with it, he said to her, "I
fear the long journey before us for you; had you not better let me
make it alone, and return here for you when it is over?" But she
answered, "No! what could I, a poor weak woman, do here alone? and I
will not return to my father's house till you can come, too. Take me
with you, however far you go; only promise me you will never leave
me." So he promised her, and they both, mounting the parrots, were
carried up in the air across the seven seas, across the Red Sea, on,
on, on, a whole year's journey, until they reached his father's
kingdom, and alighted to rest at the foot of the palace garden. The
Rajah, however, did not know where he was, for all had much changed
since he left it some years before.

Then a little son was born to the Rajah and Panch-Phul Ranee. He was a
beautiful child, but his father was grieved to think that in that
bleak place there was no shelter for the mother or the baby. So he
said to his wife, "I will go to fetch food for us both, and fire to
cook it with, and inquire what this country is, and seek out a place
of rest for you. Do not be afraid; I shall soon return." Now, far off
in the distance, smoke was to be seen rising from tents which belonged
to some conjurors and dancing-people, and thither the Rajah bent his
steps, feeling certain he should be able to get fire, and perhaps
food also, from the inhabitants. When he got there, he found the place
was much larger than he had expected--quite a good-sized village, in
fact--the abode of Nautch people and conjurors. In all the houses the
people were busy, some dancing, some singing, others trying various
conjuring tricks or practising beating the drum, and all seemed happy
and joyful.

When the conjurors saw him, they were so much struck with his
appearance (for he was very handsome) that they determined to make
him, if possible, stay among them, and join their band. And they said
one to another, "How well he would look beating the drum for the
dancers! All the world would come to see us dance, if we had such a
handsome man as that to beat the drum."

The Rajah, unconscious of their intentions, went into the largest hut
he saw, and said to a woman who was grinding corn, "Bai, give me a
little rice, and some fire from your hearth." She immediately
consented, and got up to fetch the burning sticks he asked for; but
before she gave them to him, she and her companions threw upon them a
certain powder, containing a very potent charm; and no sooner did the
Rajah receive them than he forgot about his wife and little child, his
journey, and all that had ever happened to him in his life before;
such was the peculiar property of the powder. And when the conjurors
said to him, "Why should you go away? stay with us, and be one of us,"
he willingly consented to do so.

All this time Panch-Phul Ranee waited and waited for her husband, but
he never came. Night approached without his having brought her any
food or news of having found a place of shelter for her and the baby.
At last, faint and weary, she swooned away.

It happened that that very day the Ranee (Panch-Phul Ranee's husband's
mother) lost her youngest child, a fine little boy of only a day old;
and her servants took its body to the bottom of the garden to bury it.
Just as they were going to do so, they heard a low cry, and, looking
round, saw close by a beautiful woman lying on the ground, dead, or
apparently so, and beside her a fine little baby boy. The idea
immediately entered their heads of leaving the dead baby beside the
dead woman, and taking her living baby back with them to the palace;
and so they did.

When they returned, they said to their mistress, "Your child did not
die; see, here it is--it got well again," and showed her Panch-Phul
Ranee's baby. But after a time, when the Ranee questioned them about
it, they told her the whole truth; but she had become meanwhile very
fond of the little boy, and so he continued in the palace and was
brought up as her son; being, in truth, her grandson, though she did
not know it.

Meantime the palace Malee's wife went out, as her custom was every
morning and evening, to gather flowers. In search of them she wandered
as far as the jungle at the bottom of the garden, and there she found
the Panch-Phul Ranee lying as dead, and the dead baby beside her.

The good woman felt very sorry, and rubbed the Ranee's cold hands and
gave her sweet flowers to smell in hopes that she might revive. At
last she opened her eyes, and seeing the Malee's wife, said, "Where am
I? Has not my husband come back? and who are you?"

"My poor lady," answered the Malee's wife, "I do not know where your
husband is. I am the Malee's wife, and coming here to gather flowers,
I found you lying on the ground, and this your little baby, who is
dead; but come home with me, I will take care of you."

Panch-Phul Ranee answered, "Kind friend, this is not my baby; he did
not die; he was the image of his father, and fairer than this child.
Someone must have taken him away, for but a little while ago, I held
him in my arms, and he was strong and well, while this one could never
have been more than a puny, weakly infant. Take me away; I will go
home with you."

So the Malee's wife buried the dead child and took the Panch-Phul
Ranee to her house, where she lived for fourteen years; but all that
time she could gain no tidings of her husband or her lost little boy.
The child, meanwhile, grew up in the palace, and became a very
handsome youth. One day he was wandering round the garden and chanced
to pass the Malee's house. The Panch-Phul Ranee was sitting within,
watching the Malee's wife cook their dinner.

The young Prince saw her, and calling the Malee's wife, said to her,
"What beautiful lady is that in your house? and how did she come
there?" She answered, "Little Prince, what nonsense you talk! there is
no lady here." He said again, "I know there is a beautiful lady here,
for I saw her as I passed the open door." She replied, "If you come
telling such tales about my house, I'll pull your tongue out." For she
thought to herself, "Unless I scold him well, the boy 'll go talking
about what he's seen in the palace, and then perhaps some of the
people from there will come and take the poor Panch-Phul Ranee away
from my care." But while the Malee's wife was talking to the young
Prince, the Panch-Phul Ranee came from the inner room to watch and
listen to him unobserved; and no sooner did she see him than she could
not forbear crying out, "Oh, how like he is to my husband! The same
eyes, the same shaped face and the same king-like bearing! Can he be
my son? He is just the age my son would have been had he lived."

The young Prince heard her speaking and asked what she said, to which
the Malee's wife replied, "The woman you saw, and who just now spoke,
lost her child fourteen years ago, and she was saying to herself how
like you were to that child, and thinking you must be the same; but
she is wrong, for we know you are the Ranee's son." Then Panch-Phul
Ranee herself came out of the house, and said to him, "Young Prince, I
could not, when I saw you, help exclaiming how like you are to what my
lost husband was, and to what my son might have been; for it is now
fourteen years since I lost them both." And she told him how she had
been a great Princess, and was returning with her husband to his own
home and how her little baby had been born in the jungle, and her
husband had gone away to seek shelter for her and the child, and fire
and food, and had never returned; and also how, when she had fainted
away, someone had certainly stolen her baby and left a dead child in
its place; and how the good Malee's wife had befriended her, and taken
her ever since to live in her house. And when she had ended her story
she began to cry.

But the Prince said to her, "Be of good cheer; I will endeavour to
recover your husband and child for you; who knows but I may indeed be
your son, beautiful lady?" And running home to the Ranee (his adopted
mother), he said to her, "Are you really my mother? Tell me truly; for
this I must know before the sun goes down." "Why do you ask foolish
questions?" she replied; "have I not always treated you as a son?"
"Yes," he said; "but tell me the very truth; am I your own child, or
the child of someone else, adopted as yours? If you do not tell me, I
will kill myself." And so saying, he drew his sword. She replied,
"Stay, stay, and I will tell you the whole truth; the day before you
were born I had a little baby, but it died; and my servants took it to
the bottom of the garden to bury it, and there they found a beautiful
woman lying as dead, and beside her a living infant. You were that
child. They brought you to the palace, and I adopted you as my son,
and left my baby in your stead." "What became of my mother?" he asked.
"I cannot tell," answered the Ranee; "for, two days afterward, when I
sent to the same place, she and the baby had both disappeared, and I
have never since heard of her."

The young Prince, on hearing this, said, "There is in the head Malee's
house a beautiful lady, whom the Malee's wife found in the jungle,
fourteen years ago; that must be my mother. Let her be received here
this very day with all honour, for that is the only reparation that
can now be made to her."

The Ranee consented, and the young Prince went down to the Malee's
house himself to fetch his mother to the palace.

With him he took a great retinue of people, and a beautiful palanquin
for her to go in, covered with rich trappings; also costly things for
her to wear, and many jewels and presents for the good Malee's wife.

When Panch-Phul Ranee had put on her son's gifts, and come out of the
Malee's poor cottage to meet him, all the people said there had never
been so royal-looking a queen. As gold and clear crystal are lovely,
as mother-of-pearl is exquisitely fair and delicate-looking, so
beautiful, so fair, so delicate appeared Panch-Phul Ranee.

Her son conducted her with much pomp and state to the palace, and did
all in his power to honour her; and there she lived long, very
happily, and beloved by all.

One day the young Prince begged her to tell him again, from the
beginning, the story of her life, and as much as she knew of his
father's life; and so she did. And after that, he said to her, "Be no
longer sad, dear mother, regarding my father's fate; for I will send
into all lands to gather tidings of him, and maybe in the end we shall
find him." And he sent people out to hunt for the Rajah all over the
kingdom, and in all neighbouring countries--to the north, to the
south, to the east and to the west--but they found him not.

At last, after four years of unsuccessful search, when there seemed no
hope of ever learning what had become of him, Panch-Phul Ranee's son
came to see her, and said, "Mother, I have sent into all lands seeking
my father, but can hear no news of him. If there were only the
slightest clue as to the direction in which he went, there would still
be some chance of tracing him, but that, I fear, cannot be got. Do you
not remember his having said anything of the way which he intended to
go when he left you?" She answered, "When your father went away, his
words to me were, 'I will go to fetch food for us both, and fire to
cook it with, and inquire what this country is, and seek out a place
of shelter for you. Do not be afraid--I shall soon return.' That was
all he said, and then he went away, and I never saw him more."

"In what direction did he go from the foot of the garden?" asked the
Prince. "He went," answered the Panch-Phul Ranee, "toward that village
of conjurors close by. I thought he was intending to ask some of them
to give us food. But had he done so, he would certainly have returned
in a very short time."

"Do you think you should know my father, mother darling, if you were
to see him again?" asked the Prince. "Yes," answered she, "I should
know him again." "What!" he said, "even when eighteen years have gone
by since you saw him last? Even though age and sickness and want had
done their utmost to change him?" "Yes!" she replied; "his every
feature is so impressed on my heart that I should know him again
anywhere or in any disguise."

"Then let us," he said, "send for all those people in the direction of
whose houses he went away. Maybe they have detained him among them to
this day. It is but a chance, but we can hope for nothing more
certain."

So the Panch-Phul Ranee and her son sent down orders to the conjurors'
village that every one of the whole band should come up to the palace
that afternoon--not a soul was to stay behind. And the dancers were to
dance and the conjurors to play all their tricks for the amusement of
the palace inmates.

The people came. The nautch girls began to dance--running, jumping,
and flying here, there and everywhere, some up, some down, some round
and round. The conjurors conjured and all began in different ways to
amuse the company. Among the rest was one wild, ragged-looking man,
whose business was to beat the drum. No sooner did the Panch-Phul
Ranee set eyes on him than she said to her son, "Boy, that is your
father!" "What, mother!" he said, "that wretched-looking man who is
beating the drum?" "The same," she answered.

The Prince said to his servants, "Fetch that man here." And the Rajah
came toward them, so changed that not even his own mother knew him--no
one recognized him but his wife. For eighteen years he had been among
the nautch people; his hair was rough, his; beard untrimmed, his face
thin and worn, sunburnt and wrinkled; he wore a nose-ring and heavy
earrings, such as the nautch people have; and his dress was a rough,
common cumlee. All traces of his former self seemed to have
disappeared. They asked him if he did not remember he had been a Rajah
once, and about his journey to Panch-Phul Ranee's country. But he
said, No, he remembered nothing but how to beat the drum--Rub-a-dub!
tat-tat! tom-tum! tom-tum! He thought he must have beaten it all his
life.

Then the young Prince gave orders that all the nautch people should be
put into jail until it could be discovered what part they had taken in
reducing his father to so pitiable a state. And sending for the wisest
doctors in the kingdom, he said to them, "Do your best and restore the
health of this Rajah, who has to all appearance lost both memory and
reason; and discover, if possible, what has caused these misfortunes
to befall him." The doctors said, "He has certainly had some potent
charm given to him, which has destroyed both his memory and reason,
but we will do our best to counteract its influence."

And so they did. And their treatment succeeded so well that, after a
time, the Rajah entirely recovered his former senses. And they took
such good care of him that in a little while he regained his health
and strength also, and looked almost as well as ever.

He then found to his surprise that he, Panch-Phul Ranee, and their
son, had all this time been living in his father's kingdom. His father
was so delighted to see him again that he was no longer unkind to him,
but treated him as a dearly beloved, long lost son. His mother also
was overjoyed at his return, and they said to him, "Since you have
been restored to us again, why should you wander any more? Your wife
and son are here; do you also remain here, and live among us for the
rest of your days." But he replied, "I have another wife--the
Carpenter's daughter--who first was kind to me in my adopted country.
I also have there nine hundred and ninety-eight talking wooden
parrots, which I greatly prize. Let me first go and fetch them."

They said, "Very well; go quickly and then return." So he mounted the
two wooden parrots which had brought him from the Panch-Phul Ranee's
country (and which had for eighteen years lived in the jungle close to
the palace), and returned to the land where his first wife lived, and
fetched her and the nine hundred and ninety-eight remaining wooden
parrots to his father's kingdom. Then his father said to him, "Don't
have any quarrelling with your half-brother after I am dead" (for his
half-brother was son of the old Rajah's favourite wife). "I love you
both dearly, and will give each of you half of my kingdom." So he
divided the kingdom into two halves, and gave the one-half to the
Panch-Phul Ranee's husband, who was the son of his first wife, and the
other half to the eldest son of his second but favourite wife.

A short time after this arrangement was made, Panch-Phul Ranee said to
her husband, "I wish to see my father and mother again before I die;
let me go and see them." He answered, "You shall go, and I and our son
will also go." So he called four of the wooden parrots--two to carry
himself and the Ranee, and two to carry their son. Each pair of
parrots crossed their wings; the young Prince sat upon the two wings
of one pair; and on the wings of the other pair sat his father and
mother. Then they all rose up in the air, and the parrots carried them
(as they had before carried the Rajah alone), up, up, up, on, on, on,
over the Red Sea, and across the seven seas, until they reached the
Panch-Phul Ranee's country.

Panch-Phul Ranee's father saw them come flying through the air as
quickly as shooting stars, and much wondering who they were, he sent
out many of his nobles and chief officers to inquire.

The nobles went out to meet them, and called out, "What great Rajah is
this who is dressed so royally, and comes flying through the air so
fast? Tell us, that we may tell our Rajah."

The Rajah answered, "Go and tell your master that this is Panch-Phul
Ranee's husband, come to visit his father-in-law." So they took that
answer back to the palace, but when the Rajah heard it, he said, "I
cannot tell what this means, for the Panch-Phul Ranee's husband died
long ago. It is twenty years since he fell upon the iron spears and
died; let us, however, all go and discover who this great Rajah really
is." And he and all his court went out to meet the new-comers, just as
the parrots had alighted close to the palace gate. The Panch-Phul
Ranee took her son by the one hand and her husband by the other, and
walking to meet her father, said, "Father, I have come to see you
again. This is my husband who died, and this boy is my son." Then all
the land was glad to see the Panch-Phul Ranee back, and the people
said, "Our Princess is the most beautiful Princess in the world, and
her husband is as handsome as she is, and her son is a fair boy; we
will that they should always live among us and reign over us."

When they had rested a little, the Panch-Phul Ranee told her father
and mother the story of all her adventures from the time she and her
husband were left in the palkees in the jungle. And when they had
heard it, her father said to the Rajah, her husband, "You must never
go away again; for see, I have no son but you. You and your son must
reign here after me. And behold, all this great kingdom will I now
give you, if you will only stay with us; for I am old and weary of
governing the land."

But the Rajah answered, "I must return once again to my own country,
and then I will stay with you as long as I live."

So, leaving the Panch-Phul Ranee and her son with the old Rajah and
Ranee, he mounted his parrots and once more returned to his father's
land. And when he had reached it, he said to his mother, "Mother, my
father-in-law has given me a kingdom ten thousand times larger than
this. So I have but returned to bid you farewell and fetch my first
wife, and then I must go back to live in that other land." She
answered, "Very well; so you are happy anywhere, I am happy, too."

He then said to his half-brother, "Brother, my father-in-law has given
me all the Panch-Phul Ranee's country, which is very far away;
therefore I give up to you the half of this kingdom that my father
gave to me." Then, bidding his father farewell, he took the
Carpenter's daughter back with him (riding through the air on two of
the wooden parrots, and followed by the rest) to the Panch-Phul
Ranee's country, and there he and his two wives and his son lived very
happily all their mortal days.




_Schippeitaro_


Long, long ago, in the days of fairies and giants, ogres, and dragons,
valiant knights and distressed damsels; in those good old days, a
brave young warrior went out into the wide world in search of
adventures.

For some time he went on without meeting with anything out of the
common, but at length, after journeying through a thick forest, he
found himself, one evening, on a wild and lonely mountain side. No
village was in sight, no cottage, not even the hut of a charcoal
burner, so often to be found on the outskirts of the forest. He had
been following a faint and much overgrown path, but at length, even
that was lost sight of. Twilight was coming on, and in vain he strove
to recover the lost track. Each effort seemed only to entangle him
more hopelessly in the briers and tall grasses which grew thickly on
all sides. Faint and weary he stumbled on in the fast gathering
darkness, until suddenly he came upon a little temple, deserted and
half ruined, but which still contained a shrine. Here at least was
shelter from the chilly dews, and here he resolved to pass the night.
Food he had none, but, wrapped in his mantle, and with his good sword
by his side, he lay down, and was soon fast asleep.

Toward midnight he was awakened by a dreadful noise, At first he
thought it must be a dream, but the noise continued, the whole place
resounding with the most terrible shrieks and yells. The young warrior
raised himself cautiously, and seizing his sword, looked through a
hole in the ruined wall. He beheld a strange and awful sight. A troop
of hideous cats were engaged in a wild and horrible dance, their yells
meanwhile echoing through the night. Mingled with their unearthly
cries the young warrior could clearly distinguish the words:

    Tell it not to Schippeitaro!
      Listen for his bark!
    Tell it not to Schippeitaro!
      Keep it close and dark!

A beautiful clear full moon shed its light upon this grew-some scene,
which the young warrior watched with amazement and horror. Suddenly,
the midnight hour being passed, the phantom cats disappeared, and all
was silence once more. The rest of the night passed undisturbed, and
the young warrior slept soundly until morning. When he awoke the sun
was already up, and he hastened to leave the scene of last night's
adventure. By the bright morning light he presently discovered traces
of a path which the evening before had been invisible. This he
followed, and found to his great joy, that it led, not as he had
feared, to the forest through which he had come the day before, but in
the opposite direction, toward an open plain. There he saw one or two
scattered cottages, and, a little farther on, a village. Pressed by
hunger, he was making the best of his way toward the village, when he
heard the tones of a woman's voice loud in lamentation and entreaty.
No sooner did these sounds of distress reach the warrior's ears, than
his hunger was forgotten, and he hurried on to the nearest cottage, to
find out what was the matter, and if he could give any help. The
people listened to his questions, and shaking their heads sorrowfully,
told him that all help was vain. "Every year," said they, "the
mountain spirit claims a victim. The time has come, and this very
night will he devour our loveliest maiden. This is the cause of the
wailing and lamentation." And when the young warrior, filled with
wonder, inquired further, they told him that at sunset the victim
would be put into a sort of cage, carried to that very ruined temple
where he had passed the night, and there left alone. In the morning
she would have vanished. So it was each year, and so it would be now;
there was no help for it. As he listened, the young warrior was filled
with an earnest desire to deliver the maiden. And, the mention of the
ruined shrine having brought back to his mind the adventure of the
night before, he asked the people whether they had ever heard the name
of Schippeitaro, and who and what he was. "Schippeitaro is a strong
and beautiful dog," was the reply; "he belongs to the head man of our
Prince who lives only a little way from here. We often see him
following his master; he is a fine, brave fellow." The young knight
did not stop to ask more questions, but hurried off to Schippeitaro's
master and begged him to lend his dog for one night. At first the man
was unwilling, but at length agreed to lend Schippeitaro on condition
that he should be brought back the next day. Overjoyed, the young
warrior led the dog away.

Next he went to see the parents of the unhappy maiden, and told them
to keep her in the house and watch her carefully until his return. He
then placed the dog Schippeitaro in the cage which had been prepared
for the maiden; and, with the help of some of the young men of the
village, carried it to the ruined temple, and there set it down. The
young men refused to stay one moment on that haunted spot, but hurried
down the mountain as if the whole troop of hobgoblins had been at
their heels. The young warrior, with no companion but the dog,
remained to see what would happen. At midnight, when the full moon was
high in the heaven, and shed her light over the mountain, came the
phantom cats once more. This time they had in their midst a huge black
tom-cat, fiercer and more terrible than all the rest, which the young
warrior had no difficulty in knowing as the frightful mountain fiend
himself. No sooner did this monster catch sight of the cage than he
danced and sprang round it, with yells of triumph and hideous joy,
followed by his companions. When he had long enough jeered at and
taunted his victim, he threw open the door of the cage.

But this time he met his match. The brave Schippeitaro sprang upon
him, and seizing him with his teeth, held him fast, while the young
warrior with one stroke of his good sword laid the monster dead at
his feet. As for the other cats, too much astonished to fly, they
stood gazing at the dead body of their leader, and were made short
work of by the knight and Schippeitaro. The young warrior brought back
the brave dog to his master, with a thousand thanks, told the father
and mother of the maiden that their daughter was free, and the people
of the village that the fiend had claimed his last victim and would
trouble them no more. "You owe all this to the brave Schippeitaro," he
said as he bade them farewell, and went his way in search of fresh
adventures.

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