SERBIAN FAIRY TALES

                      TRANSLATED FROM THE SERBIAN
                                   BY
                      MADAME ELODIE L. MIJATOVICH


                             ILLUSTRATED BY
                             SIDNEY STANLEY


                                NEW YORK
                        ROBERT M. McBRIDE & CO.
                                  1918








CONTENTS


                                                    PAGE
    THE BEAR’S SON                                     1
    THE GOLDEN APPLE-TREE AND THE NINE PEAHENS         9
    PAPALLUGA; OR, THE GOLDEN SLIPPER                 25
    SATAN’S JUGGLINGS AND GOD’S MIGHT                 32
    GOOD DEEDS ARE NEVER LOST                         36
    THE WICKED STEPMOTHER                             46
    BIRD GIRL                                         52
    SIR PEPPERCORN                                    55
    BASH-CHALEK; OR TRUE STEEL                        77
    THE BITER BIT                                    104
    THE TRADE THAT NO ONE KNOWS                      119
    THE THREE SUITORS                                134
    THE GOLDEN-HAIRED TWINS                          141
    THE DREAM OF THE KING’S SON                      150
    THE THREE BROTHERS                               158
    THE SHEPHERD AND THE KING’S DAUGHTER             190








LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS


IN COLOUR

    “Fished out a small box” (see page 146)             Frontispiece
    “On the grave stood a large box of valuable clothes
      of different kinds”                            To face page 28
    “The old witch spat on the fire”                              34
    “He noticed an old man on the shore”                          42
    “There appeared a great alligator with three heads”           82
    “The giant brought out a tray on which stood a sparrow,
      a turtle-dove, and a quail”                                112
    “The old man on his great goat”                              154
    “He drove the cow to the hut where he had passed the night”  194


IN BLACK AND WHITE

    “Tied up the iron into a bundle, which he hung at the end
      of his staff”                                                4
    “At length she came to a fine large house”                    46
    “On the summit of that hill there is an old woman who ...
      holds a bird in her bosom”                                  52
    “They pulled him up as they had promised”                     66
    “The King’s son drew his sword and cut his head off”          86
    “The giants asked the young man if he had been in the
      first room”                                                 124
    “She saw an old man with a thick grey beard and long
      white hair”                                                 138
    “Three winged horses came into the field”                     164








THE BEAR’S SON


Once upon a time a bear married a woman, and they had one son. When the
boy was yet a little fellow he begged very hard to be allowed to leave
the bear’s cave, and to go out into the world to see what was in it.
His father, the Bear, however, would not consent to this, saying, “You
are too young yet, and not strong enough. In the world there are
multitudes of wicked beasts called men, who will kill you.” So the boy
was quieted for a while, and remained in the cave.

But, after some time, the boy prayed so earnestly that the Bear, his
father, would let him go into the world, that the Bear brought him into
the wood, and showed him a beech-tree, saying, “If you can pull up that
beech by the roots, I will let you go; but if you cannot, then this is
a proof that you are still too weak, and must remain with me.” The boy
tried to pull up the tree, but, after long trying, had to give it up,
and go home again to the cave.

Again some time passed, and he then begged again to be allowed to go
into the world, and his father told him, as before, if he could pull up
the beech-tree he might go out into the world. This time the boy pulled
up the tree, so the Bear consented to let him go, first, however,
making him cut away the branches from the beech, so that he might use
the trunk for a club. The boy now started on his journey, carrying the
trunk of the beech over his shoulder.

One day as the Bear’s son was journeying he came to a field, where he
found hundreds of ploughmen working for their master. He asked them to
give him something to eat, and they told him to wait a bit till their
dinner was brought them, when he should have some—for, they said,
“Where so many are dining one mouth more or less matters but little.”
Whilst they were speaking there came carts, horses, mules, and asses,
all carrying the dinner. But when the meats were spread out the Bear’s
son declared he could eat all that up himself. The workmen wondered
greatly at his words, not believing it possible that one man could
consume as great a quantity of victuals as would satisfy several
hundred men. This, however, the Bear’s son persisted in affirming he
could do, and offered to bet with them that he would do this. He
proposed that the stakes should be all the iron of their ploughshares
and other agricultural implements. To this they assented. No sooner had
they made the wager than he fell upon the provisions, and in a short
time consumed the whole. Not a fragment was left. Hereupon the
labourers, in accordance with their wager, gave him all the iron which
they possessed.

When the Bear’s son had collected all the iron, he tore up a young
birch-tree, twisted it into a band and tied up the iron into a bundle,
which he hung at the end of his staff, and, throwing it across his
shoulder, trudged off from the astonished and affrighted labourers.

Going on a short distance, he arrived at a forge in which a smith was
employed making a ploughshare. This man he requested to make him a mace
with the iron which he was carrying. This the smith undertook to do;
but, putting aside half the iron, he made of the rest a small,
coarsely-finished mace.

The Bear’s son saw at a glance that he had been cheated by the smith.
Moreover, he was disgusted at the roughness of the workmanship. He
however took it, and declared his intention of testing it. Then,
fastening it to the end of his club and throwing it into the air high
above the clouds, he stood still and allowed it to fall on his
shoulder. It had no sooner struck him than the mace shivered into
fragments, some of which fell on and destroyed the forge. Taking up his
staff, the Bear’s son reproached the smith for his dishonesty, and
killed him on the spot.

Having collected the whole of the iron, the Bear’s son went to another
smithy, and desired the smith whom he found there to make him a mace,
saying to him, “Please play no tricks on me. I bring you these
fragments of iron for you to use in making a mace. Beware that you do
not attempt to cheat me as I was cheated before!” As the smith had
heard what had happened to the other one, he collected his workpeople,
threw all the iron on his fire, and welded the whole together and made
a large mace of perfect workmanship.

When it was fastened on the head of his club the Bear’s son, to prove
it, threw it up high, and caught it on his back. This time the mace did
not break, but rebounded. Then the Bear’s son got up and said: “This
work is well done!” and, putting it on his shoulder, walked away. A
little farther on he came to a field wherein a man was ploughing with
two oxen, and he went up to him and asked for something to eat. The man
said, “I expect every moment my daughter to come with my dinner, then
we shall see what God has given us!” The Bear’s son told him how he had
eaten up all the dinner prepared for many hundreds of ploughmen, and
asked, “From a dinner prepared for one person how much can come to me
or to you?” Meanwhile the girl brought the dinner. The moment she put
it down, the Bear’s son stretched out his hand to begin to eat, but the
man stopped him. “No” said he, “you must first say grace, as I do!” The
Bear’s son, hungry as he was, obeyed, and, having said grace, they both
began to eat. The Bear’s son, looking at the girl who brought the
dinner (she was a tall, strong, beautiful girl), became very fond of
her, and said to the father, “Will you give me your daughter for a
wife?” The man answered, “I would give her to you very gladly, but I
have promised her already to the Moustached.” The Bear’s son exclaimed,
“What do I care for Moustachio? I have my mace for him!” But the man
answered, “Hush! hush! Moustachio is also somebody! You will see him
here soon.” Shortly after a noise was heard afar off, and lo! behind a
hill a moustache showed itself, and in it were three hundred and
sixty-five birds’ nests. Shortly after appeared the other moustache,
and then came Moustachio himself. Having reached them, he lay down on
the ground immediately to rest. He put his head on the girl’s knee, and
told her to scratch his head a little. The girl obeyed him, and the
Bear’s son, getting up, struck him with his club over the head.
Whereupon Moustachio, pointing to the place with his finger, said,
“Something bit me here.” The Bear’s son struck him with his mace on
another spot, and Moustachio again pointed to the place, saying to the
girl, “Something has bitten me here!” When he was struck a third time
he said to the girl angrily, “Look you! something bites me here!” Then
the girl said, “Nothing has bitten you; a man struck you.”

When Moustachio heard that he jumped up, but the Bear’s son had thrown
away his mace and run away. Moustachio pursued him, and though the
Bear’s son was lighter than he, and had gained the start of him a
considerable distance, he would not give up pursuing him.

At length the Bear’s son, in the course of his flight, came to a wide
river, and found, near it, some men threshing corn. “Help me, my
brothers, help—for God’s sake!” he cried; “Help! Moustachio is pursuing
me! What shall I do? How can I get across the river?” One of the men
stretched out his shovel, saying, “Here, sit down on it, and I will
throw you over the river.” The Bear’s son sat on the shovel, and the
man threw him over the water to the other shore. Soon after, Moustachio
came up, and asked, “Has any one passed here?” The threshers replied
that a man had passed. Moustachio demanded, “How did he cross the
river?” They answered, “He sprang over.” Then Moustachio went back a
little to take a start, and with a hop he sprang to the other side, and
continued to pursue the Bear’s son. Meanwhile this last, running
hastily up a hill, got very tired. At the top of the hill he found a
man sowing, and the sack with seeds was hanging on his neck. After
every handful of seed sown in the ground, the man put a handful in his
mouth and ate them. The Bear’s son shouted to him, “Help, brother,
help!—for God’s sake! Moustachio is following me, and will soon catch
me! Hide me somewhere!” Then the man said, “Indeed, it is no joke to
have Moustachio pursuing you. But I have nowhere to hide you, unless in
this sack among the seeds.” So he put him in the sack. When Moustachio
came up to the sower he asked him if he had seen the Bear’s son
anywhere. The man replied, “Yes, he passed by long ago, and God knows
where he has got to before this!”

Then Moustachio went back again. By-and-by the sower forgot that Bear’s
son was in the sack, and he took him out with a handful of seeds, and
put him in his mouth. Then Bear’s son was afraid of being swallowed, so
he looked round the mouth quickly, and, seeing a hollow tooth, hid
himself in it.

When the sower returned home in the evening, he called to his
sisters-in-law, “Children, give me my toothpick! There is something in
my broken tooth.” The sisters-in-law brought him two iron picks, and,
standing one on each side, they poked about with the two picks in his
tooth till the Bear’s son jumped out. Then the man remembered him, and
said, “What bad luck you have! I had nearly swallowed you.”

After they had taken supper they talked about many different things,
till at last the Bear’s son asked what had happened to break that one
tooth, whilst the others were all strong and healthy. Then the man told
him in these words: “Once upon a time ten of us started with thirty
horses to the sea-shore to buy some salt. We found a girl in a field
watching sheep, and she asked us where we were going. We said we were
going to the sea-shore to buy salt. She said, ‘Why go so far? I have in
the bag in my hand here some salt which remained over after feeding the
sheep. I think it will be enough for you.’ So we settled about the
price, and then she took the salt from her bag, whilst we took the
sacks from the thirty horses, and we weighed the salt and filled the
sacks with it till all the thirty sacks were full. We then paid the
girl, and returned home. It was a very fine autumn day, but as we were
crossing a high mountain, the sky became very cloudy and it began to
snow, and there was a cold north wind, so that we could not see our
path, and wandered about here and there. At last, by good luck, one of
us shouted, ‘Here, brothers! Here is a dry place!’ So we went in one
after the other till we were all, with the thirty horses, under
shelter. Then we took the sacks from the horses, made a good fire, and
passed the night there as if it were a house. Next morning, just think
what we saw! We were all in one man’s head, which lay in the midst of
some vineyards; and whilst we were yet wondering and loading our
horses, the keeper of the vineyards came and picked the head up. He put
it in a sling and, slinging it about several times, threw it over his
head, and cast it far away over the vines to frighten the starlings
away from his grapes. So we rolled down a hill, and it was then that I
broke my tooth.”








THE GOLDEN APPLE-TREE AND THE NINE PEAHENS


Once upon a time there lived a king who had three sons. Now, before the
king’s palace grew a golden apple-tree, which in one and the same night
blossomed, bore fruit, and lost all its fruit, though no one could tell
who took the apples. One day the king, speaking to his eldest son,
said, “I should like to know who takes the fruit from our apple-tree.”
And the son said, “I will keep guard to-night, and will see who gathers
the apples.” So when the evening came he went and laid himself down
under the apple-tree upon the ground to watch. Just as the apples
ripened, however, he fell asleep, and when he awoke in the morning
there was not a single one left on the tree. Whereupon he went and told
his father what had happened. Then the second son offered to keep watch
by the tree, but he had no better success than his eldest brother.

So the turn came to the king’s youngest son to keep guard. He made his
preparations, brought his bed under the tree, and immediately went to
sleep. Before midnight he awoke and looked up at the tree, and saw how
the apples ripened, and how the whole palace was lit up by their
shining. At that minute nine peahens flew towards the tree, and eight
of them settled on its branches, but the ninth alighted near him and
turned instantly into a beautiful girl—so beautiful, indeed, that the
whole kingdom could not produce one who could in any way compare with
her. She stayed, conversing kindly with him, till after midnight, then,
thanking him for the golden apples, she prepared to depart; but, as he
begged she would leave him one, she gave him two, one for himself and
one for the king, his father. Then the girl turned again into a peahen,
and flew away with the other eight. Next morning, the king’s son took
the two apples to his father, and the king was much pleased, and
praised his son. When the evening came, the king’s youngest son took
his place again under the apple-tree to keep guard over it. He again
conversed as he had done the night before with the beautiful girl, and
brought to his father, the next morning, two apples as before. But,
after he had succeeded so well several nights, his two elder brothers
grew envious because he had been able to do what they could not. At
length they found an old woman, who promised to discover how the
youngest brother had succeeded in saving the two apples. So, as the
evening came, the old woman stole softly under the bed which stood
under the apple-tree and hid herself. And after a while came also the
king’s son, and laid himself down as usual to sleep. When it was near
midnight the nine peahens flew up as before, and eight of them settled
on the branches and the ninth stood by his bed, and turned into a most
beautiful girl.

Then the old woman slowly took hold of one of the girl’s curls and cut
it off, and the girl immediately rose up, changed again into a peahen
and flew away, and the other peahens followed her, and so they all
disappeared. Then the king’s son jumped up, and cried out, “What is
that?” and, looking under the bed, he saw the old woman, and drew her
out. Next morning he ordered her to be tied to a horse’s tail, and so
torn to pieces. But the peahens never came back, so the king’s son was
very sad for a long time, and wept at his loss. At length he resolved
to go and look after his peahen, and never to come back again unless he
should find her. When he told the king, his father, of his intention,
the king begged him not to go away, and said that he would find him
another beautiful girl, and that he might choose out of the whole
kingdom.

But all the king’s persuasions were useless. His son went into the
world to search everywhere for his peahen, taking only one servant to
serve him. After many travels he came one day to a lake. Now by the
lake stood a large and beautiful palace. In the palace lived an old
woman as queen, and with the queen lived a girl, her daughter. He said
to the old woman, “For heaven’s sake, grandmother, do you know anything
about nine golden peahens?” and the old woman answered, “Oh, my son, I
know all about them; they come every mid-day to bathe in the lake. But
what do you want with them? Let them be, think nothing about them. Here
is my daughter. Such a beautiful girl! and such an heiress! All my
wealth will remain to you if you marry her.” But he, burning with
desire to see the peahens, would not listen to what the old woman spoke
about her daughter.

Next morning, when day dawned, the prince prepared to go down to the
lake to wait for the peahens. Then the old queen bribed the servant and
gave him a little pair of bellows, and said, “Do you see these bellows?
When you come to the lake you must blow secretly with them behind his
neck, and then he will fall asleep, and not be able to speak to the
peahens.” The mischievous servant did as the old woman told him; when
he went with his master down to the lake, he took occasion to blow with
the bellows behind his neck, and the poor prince fell asleep just as
though he were dead. Shortly after the nine peahens came flying, and
eight of them alighted by the lake, but the ninth flew towards him, as
he sat on horseback, and caressed him, and tried to awaken him. “Awake,
my darling! Awake, my heart! Awake, my soul!” But for all that he knew
nothing, just as if he were dead. After they had bathed, all the
peahens flew away together, and after they were gone the prince woke up
and said to his servant, “What has happened? Did they not come?” The
servant told him they had been there, and that eight of them had
bathed, but the ninth had sat by him on his horse, and caressed and
tried to awaken him. Then the king’s son was so angry that he almost
killed himself in his rage. Next morning he went down again to the
shore to wait for the peahens, and rode about a long time till the
servant again found an opportunity of blowing with the bellows behind
his neck, so that he again fell asleep as though dead. Hardly had he
fallen asleep when the nine peahens came flying, and eight of them
alighted by the water, but the ninth settled down by the side of his
horse and caressed him, and cried out to awaken him, “Arise, my
darling! Arise, my heart! Arise, my soul.”

But it was of no use; the prince slept on as if he were dead. Then she
said to the servant, “Tell your master to-morrow he can see us here
again, but never more.” With these words the peahens flew away.
Immediately after the king’s son woke up, and asked his servant, “Have
they not been here?” And the man answered, “Yes, they have been, and
say that you can see them again to-morrow, at this place, but after
that they will not return again.” When the unhappy prince heard that he
knew not what to do with himself, and in his great trouble and misery
tore the hair from his head.

The third day he went down again to the shore, but, fearing to fall
asleep, instead of riding slowly, galloped along the shore. His
servant, however, found an opportunity of blowing with the bellows
behind his neck, and again the prince fell asleep. A moment after came
the nine peahens, and the eight alighted on the lake and the ninth by
him, on his horse, and sought to awaken him, caressing him. “Arise, my
darling! Arise, my heart! Arise, my soul!” But it was of no use, he
slept on as if dead. Then the peahen said to the servant, “When your
master awakens, tell him he ought to strike off the head of the nail
from the lower part, and then he will find me.” Thereupon all the
peahens fled away. Immediately the king’s son awoke, and said to his
servant, “Have they been here?” And the servant answered, “They have
been, and the one which alighted on your horse ordered me to tell you
to strike off the head of the nail from the lower part, and then you
will find her.” When the prince heard that he drew his sword and cut
off his servant’s head.

After that he travelled alone about the world, and, after long
travelling, came to a mountain and remained all night there with a
hermit, whom he asked if he knew anything about nine golden peahens.
The hermit said, “Eh, my son, you are lucky; God has led you in the
right path. From this place it is only half a day’s walk. But you must
go straight on, then you will come to a large gate, which you must pass
through; and, after that, you must keep always to the right hand, and
so you will come to the peahens’ city, and there find their palace.” So
next morning the king’s son arose, and prepared to go. He thanked the
hermit, and went as he had told him. After a while he came to the great
gate, and, having passed it, turned to the right, so that at mid-day he
saw the city, and beholding how white it shone, rejoiced very much.
When he came into the city he found the palace where lived the nine
golden peahens. But at the gate he was stopped by the guard, who
demanded who he was, and whence he came. After he had answered these
questions, the guards went to announce him to the queen. When the queen
heard who he was, she came running out to the gate and took him by the
hand to lead him into the palace. She was a young and beautiful maiden,
and so there was a great rejoicing when, after a few days, he married
her and remained there with her.

One day, some time after their marriage, the queen went out to walk,
and the king’s son remained in the palace. Before going out, however,
the queen gave him the keys of twelve cellars, telling him, “You may go
down into all the cellars except the twelfth—that you must on no
account open, or it will cost you your head.” She then went away. The
king’s son, whilst remaining in the palace, began to wonder what there
could be in the twelfth cellar, and soon commenced opening one cellar
after the other. When he came to the twelfth he would not at first open
it, but again began to wonder very much why he was forbidden to go into
it. “What can be in this cellar?” he exclaimed to himself. At last he
opened it. In the middle of the cellar lay a big barrel with an open
bunghole, but bound fast round with three iron hoops. Out of the barrel
came a voice, saying, “For God’s sake, my brother—I am dying with
thirst—please give me a cup of water.” Then the king’s son took a cup
and filled it with water, and emptied it into the barrel. Immediately
he had done so one of the hoops burst asunder. Again came the voice
from the barrel, “For God’s sake, my brother—I am dying of
thirst—please give me a cup of water.” The king’s son again took the
cup and filled it, and poured the water into the barrel, and the third
hoop burst. Then the barrel fell to pieces, and a dragon flew out of
the cellar, and caught the queen on the road and carried her away.

Then the servant, who went out with the queen, came back quickly, and
told the king’s son what had happened, and the poor prince knew not
what to do with himself, so desperate was he, and full of
self-reproaches. At length, however, he resolved to set out and travel
through the world in search of her. After long journeying, one day he
came to a lake, and near it, in a little hole, he saw a little fish
jumping about. When the fish saw the king’s son, she began to beg
pitifully, “For God’s sake be my brother, and throw me into the water.
Some day I may be of use to you, so take now a little scale from me,
and when you need me, rub it gently.” Then the king’s son lifted the
little fish from the hole and threw her into the water, after he had
taken one small scale, which he wrapped up carefully in a handkerchief.
Some time afterwards, as he travelled about the world, he came upon a
fox caught in an iron trap. When the fox saw the prince he spoke: “In
God’s name be a brother to me and help me to get out of this trap. One
day you will need me, so take just one hair from my tail, and when you
want me, rub it gently.” Then the king’s son took a hair from the tail
of the fox and set him free.

Again, as he crossed a mountain, he found a wolf fast in a trap; and
when the wolf saw him it spoke: “Be a brother to me; in God’s name set
me free, and one day I will help you. Only take a hair from me, and
when you need me, rub it gently.” So he took a hair and set the wolf
free. After that the king’s son travelled about a very long time, till
one day he met a man, to whom he said, “For God’s sake, brother, have
you ever heard anyone say where is the palace of the dragon king?” The
man gave him very particular directions which way to take, and in what
length of time he could get there. Then the king’s son thanked him and
continued his journey until he came to the city where the dragon lived.
When there, he went into the palace and found therein his wife, and
both of them were exceedingly pleased to meet each other, and began to
take counsel how they could escape. They resolved to run away, and
prepared hastily for the journey. When all was ready they mounted on
horseback and galloped away. As soon as they were gone the dragon came
home, also on horseback, and, entering his palace, found that the queen
had gone away. Then he said to his horse, “What shall we do now? Shall
we eat and drink, or go at once after them?” The horse answered, “Let
us eat and drink first, we shall anyway catch them; do not be anxious.”

After the dragon had dined he mounted his horse, and in a few moments
came up with the runaways. Then he took the queen from the king’s son
and said to him, “Go now, in God’s name! This time I forgive you,
because you gave me water in the cellar; but if your life is dear to
you do not come back here any more.” The unhappy young prince went on
his way a little, but could not long resist, so he came back next day
to the dragon’s palace and found the queen sitting alone and weeping.
Then they began again to consult how they could get away. And the
prince said, “When the dragon comes, ask him where he got that horse,
and then you will tell me so that I can look for such another one;
perhaps in this way we can escape.” He then went away, lest the dragon
should come and find him with the queen.

By-and-by the dragon came home, and the queen began to pet him, and
speak lovingly to him about many things, till at last she said, “Ah,
what a fine horse you have! where did you get such a splendid horse?”
And he answered, “Eh, where I got it everyone cannot get one! In such
and such a mountain lives an old woman who has twelve horses in her
stable, and no one can say which is the finest, they are all so
beautiful. But in one corner of the stable stands a horse which looks
as if he were leprous, but, in truth, he is the very best horse in the
whole world. He is the brother of my horse, and whoever gets him may
ride to the sky. But whoever wishes to get a horse from that old woman
must serve her three days and three nights. She has a mare with a foal,
and whoever during three nights guards and keeps for her this mare and
this foal, has a right to claim the best horse from the old woman’s
stable. But whoever engages to keep watch over the mare and does not,
must lose his head.”

Next day, when the dragon went out, the king’s son came, and the queen
told him all she had learned from the dragon. Then the king’s son went
away to the mountain and found the old woman, and entered her house
greeting: “God help you, grandmother!” And she answered, “God help you,
too, my son! what do you wish?” “I should like to serve you,” said the
king’s son. Then the old woman said, “Well, my son, if you keep my mare
safe for three days and three nights I will give you the best horse,
and you can choose him yourself; but if you do not keep the mare safe
you shall lose your head.”

Then she led him into the courtyard, where all around stakes were
ranged. Each of them had on it a man’s head, except one stake, which
had no head on it, and shouted incessantly, “Oh, grandmother, give me a
head.” The old woman showed all this to the prince, and said, “Look
here, all these were heads of those who tried to keep my mare, and they
have lost their heads for their pains.”

But the prince was not a bit afraid, so he stayed to serve the old
woman. When the evening came he mounted the mare and rode her into the
field, and the foal followed. He sat still on her back, having made up
his mind not to dismount, that he might be sure of her. But before
midnight he slumbered a little, and when he awoke he found himself
sitting on a rail and holding the bridle in his hand. Then he was
greatly alarmed, and went instantly to look about to find the mare, and
whilst looking for her he came to a piece of water. When he saw the
water he remembered the little fish, and took the scale from the
handkerchief and rubbed it a little. Then immediately the little fish
appeared and said, “What is the matter, my half-brother?” And he
replied, “The mare of the old woman ran away whilst under my charge,
and now I do not know where she is.” And the fish answered, “Here she
is, turned to a fish, and the foal to a smaller one. But strike once
upon the water with the bridle and cry out ‘Heigh! mare of the old
woman!’” The prince did as he was told, and immediately the mare came,
with the foal, out of the water to the shore. Then he put on her the
bridle and mounted and rode away to the old woman’s house and the foal
followed. When he got there the old woman gave him his breakfast; she,
however, took the mare into the stable and beat her with a poker,
saying, “Why did you not go down among the fishes, you cursed mare?”
And the mare answered, “I have been down to the fishes, but the fish
are his friends, and they told him about me.” Then the old woman said,
“Then go among the foxes.”

When evening came the king’s son mounted the mare and rode to the
field, and the foal followed the mare. Again he sat on the mare’s back
until near midnight, when he fell asleep as before. When he awoke, he
found himself riding on the rail and holding the bridle in his hand. So
he was much frightened, and went to look after the mare. As he went he
remembered the words the old woman had said to the mare, and he took
from the handkerchief the fox’s hair and rubbed it a little between his
fingers. All at once the fox stood before him and asked, “What is the
matter, half-brother?” And he said, “The old woman’s mare has run away,
and I do not know where she can be.” Then the fox answered, “Here she
is with us; she has turned into a fox, and the foal into a cub; but
strike once with the bridle on the earth and cry out, ‘Heigh! you old
woman’s mare!’” So the king’s son struck with the bridle on the earth
and cried “Heigh! you old woman’s mare!” and the mare came and stood,
with her foal, near him. He put on the bridle, and mounted and rode off
home, and the foal followed the mare. When he arrived the old woman
gave him his breakfast, but took the mare into the stable and beat her
with the poker, crying, “To the foxes, cursed one! to the foxes!” And
the mare answered, “I have been with the foxes, but they are his
friends, and told him I was there!” Then the old woman cried, “If that
is so, you must go among the wolves.”

When it grew dark again the king’s son mounted the mare and rode out to
the field, and the foal galloped by the side of the mare. Again he sat
still on the mare’s back till about midnight, when he grew very sleepy
and fell into a slumber, as on the former evenings, and when he awoke
he found himself riding on the rail, holding the bridle in his hand,
just as before. Then, as before, he went in a hurry to look after the
mare. As he went he remembered the words the old woman had said to the
mare, and took the wolf’s hair from the handkerchief and rubbed it a
little. Then the wolf came up to him and asked, “What is the matter,
half-brother?” And he answered, “The old woman’s mare has run away, and
I cannot tell where she is.” The wolf said, “Here she is with us; she
has turned herself into a wolf, and the foal into a wolf’s cub. Strike
once with the bridle on the earth and cry out, ‘Heigh! old woman’s
mare!’” And the king’s son did so, and instantly the mare came again
and stood with the foal beside him. So he bridled her, and galloped
home, and the foal followed. When he arrived the old woman gave him his
breakfast, but she led the mare into the stable and beat her with the
poker, crying, “To the wolves, I said, miserable one.” Then the mare
answered, “I have been to the wolves; but they are his friends, and
told him all about me.” Then the old woman came out of the stable, and
the king’s son said to her, “Eh, grandmother, I have served you
honestly; now give me what you promised me.” And the old woman
answered, “My son, what is promised must be fulfilled. So look here:
here are the twelve horses; choose which you like.” And the prince
said, “Why should I be too particular? Give me only that leprous horse
in the corner; fine horses are not fitting for me.” But the old woman
tried to persuade him to choose another horse, saying, “How can you be
so foolish as to choose that leprous thing whilst there are such very
fine horses here?” But he remained firm by his first choice, and said
to the old woman, “You ought to give me which I choose, for so you
promised.” So, when the old woman found she could not make him change
his mind, she gave him the scabby horse, and he took leave of her, and
went away, leading the horse by the halter.

When he came to a forest he curried and rubbed down the horse, when it
shone as bright as gold. He then mounted, and the horse flew as quickly
as a bird, and in a few seconds brought him to the dragon’s palace. The
king’s son went in and said to the queen, “Get ready as soon as
possible.” She was soon ready, when they both mounted the horse, and
began their journey home. Soon after the dragon came home, and when he
saw the queen had disappeared, said to his horse, “What shall we do?
Shall we eat and drink first, or shall we pursue them at once?” The
horse answered, “Whether we eat and drink or not it is all one, we
shall never reach them.”

When the dragon heard that he got quickly on his horse and galloped
after them. When they saw the dragon following them they pushed on
quicker, but their horse said, “Do not be afraid; there is no need to
run away.” In a very few moments the dragon came very near to them, and
his horse said to their horse, “For God’s sake, my brother, wait a
moment! I shall kill myself running after you.” Their horse answered,
“Why are you so stupid as to carry that monster. Fling your heels up
and throw him off, and come along with me.” When the dragon’s horse
heard that he shook his head angrily and flung his feet high in the
air, so that the dragon fell off and brake in pieces and his horse came
up to them. Then the queen mounted him and returned with the king’s son
happily to her kingdom, where they reigned together in great prosperity
until the day of their death.








PAPALLUGA; [1] OR, THE GOLDEN SLIPPER


As some village girls were spinning whilst they tended the cattle
grazing in the neighbourhood of a ravine, an old man with a long white
beard—so long a beard that it reached to his girdle—approached them,
and said, “Girls, girls, take care of that ravine. If one of you should
drop her spindle down the cliff, her mother will be turned into a cow
that very moment.”

Having warned them thus, the old man went away again. The girls,
wondering very much at what he had told them, came nearer and nearer to
the ravine, and leant over to look in; whilst doing so one of the
girls—and she the most beautiful of them all—let her spindle fall from
her hand, and it fell to the bottom of the ravine.

When she went home in the evening she found her mother, changed into a
cow, standing before the house; and from that time forth she had to
drive this cow to the pasture with the other cattle.

In a little time the father of the girl married a widow, who brought
with her into the house her own daughter. The stepmother immediately
began to hate the stepdaughter, because the girl was incomparably more
beautiful than her own daughter. She forbade her to wash herself, to
comb her hair, or to change her clothes, and sought by every possible
way to torment and scold her. One day she gave her a bag full of hemp,
and said, “If you do not spin all this well and wind it, you need not
return home, for if you do I shall kill you.”

The poor girl walked behind the cattle and spun as fast as possible;
but at mid-day, seeing how very little she had been able to spin, she
began to weep. When the cow, her mother, saw her weeping she asked her
what was the matter, and the girl told her all about it. Then the cow
consoled her, and told her not to be anxious. “I will take the hemp in
my mouth and chew it,” she said, “and it will come out of my ear as
thread, so that you can draw it out and wind it at once upon the
stick”; and so it happened. The cow began to chew the hemp and the girl
drew the thread from her ear and wound it, so that very soon they had
quite finished the task.

When the girl went home in the evening, and took all the hemp, worked
up, to her stepmother, she was greatly astonished, and next morning
gave her yet more hemp to spin and wind. When at night she brought that
home ready the stepmother thought she must be helped by some other
girls, her friends; therefore the third day she gave her much more hemp
than before. But when the girl had gone with the cow to the pasture,
the woman sent her own daughter after her to find out who was helping
her. This girl went quietly towards her stepsister so as not to be
heard, and saw the cow chewing the hemp and the girl drawing the thread
from her ear and winding it, so she hastened home and told all to her
mother. Then the stepmother urged the husband to kill the cow. At first
he resisted; but, seeing his wife would give him no peace, he at last
consented to do as she wished, and fixed the day on which he would kill
it. As soon as the stepdaughter heard this she began to weep, and when
the cow asked her why she wept she told her all about it. But the cow
said, “Be quiet; do not cry. Only when they kill me take care not to
eat any of the meat, and be sure to gather all my bones and bury them
behind the house, and whenever you need anything come to my grave and
you will find help.” So when they killed the cow the girl refused to
eat any of the flesh, saying she was not hungry, and afterwards
carefully gathered all the bones and buried them behind the house, on
the spot the cow had told her.

The real name of this girl was Mary, but as she had worked so much in
the house, carrying water, cooking, washing dishes, sweeping the house,
and doing all sorts of housework, and had very much to do about the
fire and cinders, her stepmother and half-sister called her “Papalluga”
(Cinderella).

One day the stepmother got ready to go with her own daughter to church,
but before she went she spread over the house a basketful of millet,
and said to her stepdaughter, “You Papalluga! If you do not gather up
all this millet and get the dinner ready before we come back from
church, I will kill you.”

When they had gone to church the poor girl began to weep, saying to
herself: “It is easy to see after the dinner; I shall soon have that
ready; but who can gather up all this quantity of millet!” At that
moment she remembered what the cow had told her, that in case of need
she should go to her grave and would there find help, so she ran
quickly to the spot, and what do you think she saw there? On the grave
stood a large box full of valuable clothes of different kinds, and on
the top of the box sat two white doves, who said, “Mary, take out of
this box the clothes which you like best and put them on, and then go
to church; meanwhile we will pick up the millet seeds and put
everything in order.” The girl was greatly pleased, and took the first
clothes which came to hand. These were all of silk, and, having put
them on, she went away to church. In the church everyone, men and
women, wondered much at her beauty and her splendid clothes, but no one
knew who she was or whence she came. The king’s son, who happened to be
there, looked at her all the time and admired her greatly. Before the
service was ended she stood up and quietly left the church. She then
ran away home, and as soon as she got there took off her fine clothes
and again laid them in the box, which instantly shut itself and
disappeared.

Then she hurried to the hearth and found the dinner quite ready, all
the millet gathered up, and everything in very good order. Soon after
the stepmother came back with her daughter from the church, and was
extremely surprised to find all the millet picked up and everything so
well arranged.

Next Sunday the stepmother and her daughter again dressed themselves to
go to church, and, before she went away, the stepmother threw much more
millet about the floor, and said to her stepdaughter, “If you do not
gather up all this millet, prepare the dinner, and get everything into
the best order, I shall kill you.” When they were gone the girl
instantly ran to her mother’s grave, and there found the box open as
before, with the two doves sitting on its lid. The doves said to her,
“Dress yourself, Mary, and go to church; we will pick up all the millet
and arrange everything.” Then she took from the box silver clothes,
and, having dressed herself, went to church. In the church everyone, as
before, admired her very much, and the king’s son never moved his eyes
from her. Just before the end of the service the girl again got up very
quietly and stole through the crowd. When she got out of church she ran
away very quickly, took off the clothes, laid them in the box, and went
into the kitchen. When the stepmother and her daughter came home they
were more surprised than before; the millet was gathered up, dinner was
ready, and everything in the very best order. They wondered very much
how it was all done.

On the third Sunday the stepmother dressed herself to go with her
daughter to church, and again scattered millet about on the ground, but
this time far more than on the other Sundays. Before she went out she
said to her stepdaughter, “If you do not gather up all this millet,
prepare the dinner, and have everything in order when I come from
church, I will kill you.” The instant they were gone the girl ran to
her mother’s grave and found the box open with the two white doves
sitting on the lid. The doves told her to dress herself and go to
church and to have no care about the millet or dinner.

This time she took clothes all of real gold out of the box, and, having
put them on, went away to the church. In the church all the people
looked at her and admired her exceedingly. Now the king’s son had
resolved not to let her slip away as before, but to watch where she
went. So, when the service was nearly ended, and she stood up to leave
the church, the king’s son followed her, but was not able to reach her.
In pushing through the crowd, however, Mary somehow in her hurry lost
the slipper from her right foot and had no time to look for it. This
slipper the king’s son found, and took care of it. When the girl got
home she took off the golden clothes and laid them in the box, and went
immediately to the fire in the kitchen.

The king’s son, having determined to find the maiden, went all over the
kingdom, and tried the slipper on every girl, but in some cases it was
too long, in others too short, and, in fact, it did not fit any of
them. As he was thus going about from one house to the other, the
king’s son came at last to the house of the girl’s father, and the
stepmother, seeing the king’s son coming, hid her stepdaughter in a
wash-trough before the house. When the king’s son came in with the
slipper and asked if there were any girl in the house, the woman
answered, “Yes,” and brought out her own daughter. But when the slipper
was tried it was found it would not go even over the girl’s toes. Then
the king’s son asked if no other girl was there, and the stepmother
said, “No, there is no other in the house.” At that moment the cock
sprung upon the wash-trough and crowed out “Cock-a-doodle-do!—here she
is under the wash-trough!”

The stepmother shouted “Go away! may the eagle fly away with you!” But
the king’s son, hearing that, hurried to the wash-trough, and lifted it
up, and what did he see there! The same girl who had been in the
church, in the same golden clothes in which she had appeared the third
time there, but lying under the trough, and with only one slipper on.
When the king’s son saw her he nearly lost his senses for the moment,
he was so very glad. Then he quickly tried to place the slipper he
carried on her right foot, and it fitted her exactly, besides perfectly
matching with the other slipper on her left foot. Then he took her away
with him to his palace and married her.








SATAN’S JUGGLINGS AND GOD’S MIGHT


One morning the son of the king went out to hunt. Whilst walking
through the snow he cut himself a little, and the drops of blood fell
on the snow. When he saw how pretty the red blood looked on the white
snow he thought, “Oh, if I could only marry a girl as white as snow and
as rosy red as this blood!” Whilst he was thus thinking he met an old
woman, and asked her if there were such maidens anywhere to be found.
The old woman told him that on the mountain he saw before him he would
find a house without doors, and the only entrance and outlet of this
house was a single window. And, she added, “In that house, my son,
there is living a girl such as you desire; but of the young men who
have gone to ask her to be their wife none have returned.”

“That may all be as you say,” answered the prince, “I will go,
nevertheless! Only tell me the way that I must take to get to the
house.” When the old woman heard this resolve she was sorry for the
young man, and, taking a piece of bread from her pouch, she gave it to
him, saying, “Take this bread and keep it safe as the apple of your
eye.” The prince took the bread, and continued his journey. Very soon
afterwards he met another old woman, and she asked him where he was
going. He told her he was going to demand the girl who lived in the
doorless house on the mountain. Then the old woman tried to dissuade
him, telling him just the same things as the former one had done. He
said, however, “That may be quite true, nevertheless I will go, even if
I never return.” Then the old woman gave to the prince a little nut,
saying, “Keep this nut always by you; it may help you some time or
other.”

The prince took the nut and went on his way till he came to where an
old woman was sitting by the roadside. She asked him, “Where are you
going?” Then he told her he was going to demand the girl who lived in
the house on the mountain before him. Upon this the old woman wept, and
prayed him to give up all thoughts of the girl, and she gave him the
very same warnings as the other old women had done. All this, however,
was of no use, the prince was resolved to go on, so the old woman gave
him a walnut, saying, “Take this walnut, and keep it carefully until
you want it.”

He wondered at these presents, and asked her to tell him why the first
old woman had given him a piece of bread, the second a nut, and she
herself now a walnut. The old woman answered, “The bread is to throw to
the beasts before the house, that they may not eat you; and, when you
find yourself in the greatest danger, ask counsel, first from the nut,
and then from the walnut.”

Then the king’s son continued his wandering, till he came at last to a
thick forest, in the midst of which he saw a house with only a single
window. When he came near it he was attacked by a multitude of beasts
of all kinds, and, following the advice of the old woman, he threw the
bit of bread towards them. Then the beasts came and smelt at the bread
one after the other, and, upon doing so, each drew his tail between his
legs and lay down quietly.

The house had no door, and but one window, which was very high above
the ground, so high that do what he could he was not able to reach it.
Suddenly he saw a woman letting down her golden hair, so he rushed and
caught hold of it, and she drew him up thereby into the house. Then he
saw that the woman was she for whose sake he had come to this place.
The prince and the girl were equally pleased to see each other, and she
said, “Thank God that my mother happened to be from home. She is gone
into the forest to gather the plants by the aid of which she transforms
into beasts all the young men who venture here to ask me to be their
wife. Those are the beasts who would have killed you, if God had not
helped you. But let us fly away from this place.” So they fled away
through the forest as quickly as they could. As they happened to look
back, however, they saw that the girl’s mother was pursuing them, and
they became frightened. The old woman was already very near them before
the prince remembered his nut. He took it out quickly and asked, “For
God’s sake! tell me what we must do now!” The nut replied, “Open me.”
The prince opened it, and from the little nut flowed out a large river,
which stopped the way, so that for a time the girl’s mother could not
pass. However, she touched the waters with her staff, and they
immediately divided and left her a dry path, so that she could run on
quickly after the prince and the girl.

When the prince saw she would soon come up with them he took out the
walnut and asked, “Tell me, what must we do now?” And the walnut
replied, “Break me.” The king’s son broke the walnut, and a great fire
flamed out from it—so great a fire that the whole forest barely escaped
being consumed by it. But the girl’s mother spat on the fire, and it
extinguished itself in a moment. Then the king’s son saw that these
were nothing but the jugglings of the devil, so he turned eastward,
made the sign of the cross, and called on the mighty God to help him.
Then it suddenly thundered and lightened, and from heaven flashed a
thunderbolt which struck the mother of the girl, and she fell dead upon
the ground.

Thus at length the king’s son arrived safely at home, and when the girl
had been made a Christian, he married her.








GOOD DEEDS ARE NEVER LOST


In days gone by there lived a married couple who had one only son. When
he grew up they made him learn something which would be of use to him
in afterlife. He was a kind, quiet boy, and feared God greatly. After
his schooling was finished his father gave him a ship, freighted with
various sorts of merchandise, so that he might go and trade about the
world, and grow rich, and become a help to his parents in their old
age. The son put to sea, and one day the ship he was in met with a
Turkish vessel in which he heard great weeping and wailing. So he
demanded of the Turkish sailors, “Pray tell me why there is so much
wailing on board your ship?” and they answered, “We are carrying slaves
which we have captured in different countries, and those who are
chained are weeping.”

Then he said, “Please, brothers, ask your captain if he would give me
the slaves for ready cash.”

The captain gladly agreed to the proposal, and after much bargaining
the young man gave to the captain his vessel full of merchandise, and
received in exchange the ship full of slaves.

Then he called the slaves before him, and demanded of each whence he
came, and told them all they were free to return to their own
countries. At last he came to an old woman who held close to her side a
very beautiful girl, and he asked them from what country they came. The
old woman told him, weeping, that they came from a very distant land,
saying, “This young girl is the only daughter of the king, and I am her
nurse, and have taken care of her from her childhood. One day,
unhappily, she went to walk in a garden far away from the palace, and
these wicked Turks saw her and caught her. Luckily I happened to be
near, and, hearing her scream, ran to her help, and so the Turks caught
me too, and brought us both on board of this ship.” Then the old woman
and the beautiful girl, being so far from their own country, and having
no means of getting there, begged him that he would take them with him.
So he married the girl, took her with him, and returned home.

When he arrived his father asked him about his ship and merchandise,
and he told him what had happened, how he had given his vessel with its
cargo, and had bought the slaves and set them free. “This girl,”
continued he, “is a king’s daughter, and the old woman her nurse; as
they could not get back to their country, they prayed to remain with
me, so I married the girl.”

Thereupon the father was very angry, and said, “My foolish son! what
have you done? Why have you made away with my property without cause
and of your own will?” and he drove him out of the house.

Then the son lived with his wife and her old nurse a long time in the
same village, trying always, through the good offices of his mother and
other friends, to obtain his father’s forgiveness, and begging him to
let him have a second ship full of merchandise, promised to be wiser in
future. After some time the father took pity on him, and received him
again into his house, with his wife and her old nurse. Shortly after he
fitted him out another ship, larger than the first one, and filled with
more valuable merchandise. In this he sailed, leaving his wife and her
nurse in the house of his parents. He came one day to a city where he
found the soldiers very busy carrying some unlucky villagers away to
prison. So he asked them, “Why are you doing this, my brethren? Why are
you driving these poor people to prison?” and the soldiers answered:

“They have not paid the king’s taxes, that is why we take them to
prison.”

Then he went to the magistrate and asked, “Please tell me how much
these poor prisoners owe?”

When the magistrate told him he sold his goods and ship, and paid the
debts of all the prisoners, and returned home without anything. Falling
at the feet of his father, he told him what he had done, and begged him
to forgive him. But the father was exceedingly angry, more so than
before, and drove him away from his presence. What could the unhappy
son do in this great strait? How could he go begging, he whose parents
were so rich? After some time his friends again prevailed upon the
father to receive him back, because, they urged, so much suffering had
made him wiser. At last the father yielded, took him again into his
house and prepared a ship for him finer and richer than the two former
ones. Then the son had the portrait of his wife painted on the helm,
and that of the old nurse on the stern, and, after taking leave of his
father and mother and wife, he sailed away the third time.

After sailing for some days he came near a large city, in which there
lived a king, and, dropping anchor, he fired a salute to the city. All
the citizens wondered, as did also their king, and no one could say who
the captain of the strange ship might be. In the afternoon the king
sent one of his ministers to ask who he was, and why he came; and the
minister brought a message that the king himself would come at nine
o’clock the next morning to see the ship. When the minister came he saw
on the helm the portrait of the king’s daughter, and on the stern that
of her old nurse, and in his surprise and joy dared not believe his own
eyes. For the princess had been promised to him in marriage while she
was yet a child, and long before she was captured by the Turks.

But the minister did not tell anyone what he had seen.

Next morning, at nine o’clock, the king came with his ministers on
board the ship, and asked the captain who he was, and whence he came.

Whilst walking about the vessel he saw there the portrait of the girl
on the helm and that of the old woman on the stern, and recognised the
features of his own daughter and her old nurse who had been captured by
the Turks. But his joy was so great he dared not believe his eyes, so
he invited the captain to come that afternoon to his palace to relate
his adventures, hoping thus to find out if his hopes were well founded.

In the afternoon, in obedience to the king’s wish, he went to the
palace, and the king at once began to inquire why the figure of the
girl was painted on the helm and that of the old woman on the stern.
The captain guessed at once that this king must be his wife’s father,
so he told him everything that had happened—how he had met the Turkish
ship filled with slaves, and had ransomed them and set them free. “This
girl, alone,” he continued, “with her old nurse, had nowhere to go, as
her country was so far off, so they asked to remain with me, and I
married the girl.”

When the king heard this he exclaimed, “That girl is my only child, and
the accursed Turks took her and her old nurse. You, since you are her
husband, will be the heir to my crown. But go—go at once to your home
and bring me your wife that I may see her—my only daughter, before I
die. Bring your father, your mother, bring all your family. Let your
property be all sold in that country, and come all of you here. Your
father shall be my brother, and your mother my sister, as you are my
son and the heir to my crown. We will all live together here in one
palace.” Then he called the queen, and all his ministers, and told them
all about his daughter. And there was great rejoicing and festivity in
the whole court.

After this the king gave his son-in-law his own large ship to bring
back the princess and the whole family. So the captain left his own
ship there, but he asked the king to send one of his ministers with
him, “Lest they should not believe me,” he said; and the king gave him
as a companion for his voyage the same minister to whom he had formerly
promised the princess in marriage. They arrived safely in port, and the
captain’s father was surprised to see his son return so soon, and with
such a splendid vessel.

Then he told all that had happened, and his mother and wife, and
especially the old nurse, rejoiced greatly when they heard the good
news. As the king’s minister was there to witness the truth of this
strange news, no one could doubt it. So the father and mother consented
to sell all their property and go to live in the king’s palace.

But the minister resolved to kill this new heir to the king and husband
of the princess who had been promised to him for wife; so, when they
had sailed a long distance, he called him on deck to confer with him.
The captain had a quiet conscience, and did not suspect any evil, so he
came up at once, and the minister caught him quickly and threw him
overboard.

The ship was sailing fast, and it was rather dark, so the captain could
not overtake her, but was left behind in the deep waters. The minister,
however, went quietly to sleep.

Fortunately the waves carried the king’s young heir to a rock near the
shore; it was, however, a desert country, and no one was near to help
him. Those he had left on board the ship, seeing next morning that he
had disappeared, began to weep and wail, thinking he had fallen
overboard in the night and been drowned. His wife especially lamented
him, because they had loved each other very much. When the ship arrived
at the king’s city, bringing news of the disaster, the king was
troubled, and the whole court mourned greatly. The king kept the
parents and family of the young man by him as he had engaged to do, but
they could not console themselves for their great loss.

Meanwhile, the king’s unhappy son-in-law sat on the rock, and lived on
the moss which grew there, and was scorched by the hot sun, from which
he had no shelter; his garments were soiled and torn, and no one would
have recognised him. Still not a living soul was to be seen anywhere to
help him. At last, after fifteen days and fifteen nights, he noticed an
old man on the shore, leaning on a staff, and engaged in fishing. Then
the king’s heir shouted to the old man, and begged him to help him off
the rock. The old fisherman consented—

“If you will pay me for it,” said he.

“How can I pay you when, as you see, I have nothing, and even my
clothes are only rags?” answered the young man sadly.

“Oh, that matters nothing,” exclaimed the old man; “I have here pen and
paper, so, if you know how to use them, write a promise to give me half
of everything you may ever possess, and then sign the paper.”

To that the young man gladly consented; so the old man walked through
the water to him, and he signed the paper, and then the old man took
him over to the shore. After that he journeyed from village to village,
barefoot, hungry, and sorrowful, and begged some garments to cover him.

After thirty days’ wandering his good luck led him to the city of the
king, and he went and sat at the door of the palace, wearing on his
finger his wedding-ring, on which were his own name and the name of his
wife. At eventide the king’s servants took him into the courtyard, and
gave him to eat what remained of their supper. Next morning he took his
stand by the garden-door, but the gardener came and drove him away,
saying that the king and his family were soon coming that way. So he
moved away a little, and sat down near a corner of the garden, and
shortly afterwards he saw the king walking with his mother, his father
leading the queen, and his wife walking with the minister, his great
enemy. He did not yet desire to show himself to them, but as they
passed near him and gave him alms, his wife saw the wedding-ring on a
finger of the hand which he held out to take the money. Still she could
not think the beggar could be her husband, so she said:

“Let me see the ring you have on your finger.”

The minister, who was walking by her, was a little frightened, and
said:

“Go on, how can you speak to that ragged beggar?”

But she would not hear him. She took the ring, and read thereon her own
and her husband’s names. Her heart was greatly troubled by the sight of
the ring, but she controlled her feelings and said nothing. As soon as
they returned to the palace she told the king, her father, that she had
recognised her husband’s ring on the hand of the beggar who sat by the
side of the garden. “So please send for him,” said she, “that we may
find out how the ring came into his hands.”

Then the king sent his servants to find the beggar, and they brought
him to the palace. And the king asked him whence he came, and how he
got that ring. Then he could no longer restrain himself, but told them
how he had been thrown overboard by the treacherous minister, and spent
fifteen days and nights on the naked rock, and how he had been saved.

“You see now how God and my right-dealing have brought me back to my
parents and my wife.”

When they heard that they could hardly speak, so rejoiced were they.
Then the king summoned the father and mother, and related what had
happened to their son.

The servants quickly brought him fine new garments, and bathed and
clothed him. Then for many days there were great rejoicings, not only
in the palace, but also in all the city, and he was crowned as king.
The minister was seized by the king’s order, and given up to the king’s
son-in-law, that he might punish him after his own will. But the young
king would not permit him to be put to death, but forgave him, on
condition that he left the kingdom instantly.

A few days after the old man who had saved the young king came,
bringing with him his written promise. The young king took the paper
and, reading it, said:

“My old man, sit down. To-day I am king, but if I were a beggar I would
fulfil my word, and acknowledge my signature. Therefore we will divide
all that I have.”

So he took out the book and began to divide the cities.

“This is for me—that is for you.” So saying, he wrote all on a chart,
till all was divided between them, from the greatest city to the
poorest barrack.

The old man accepted his half, but immediately made a present of it
again to the young king, saying:

“Take it. I am not an old man, but an angel from God. I was sent by God
to save thee, for the sake of thy good deeds. Now reign and be happy,
and may thy prosperity last long.”

The angel disappeared, and the king reigned there in great happiness.








THE WICKED STEPMOTHER


There was once on a time a stepmother who hated her stepdaughter
exceedingly, because she was more beautiful than her own daughter whom
she had brought with her into the house. By-and-by the father learned
also to hate his own child; he scolded her, and beat her, in order to
please his wife. One day his wife said to him, “Let us send your
daughter away. Let her look out for herself in the world.” Upon this
the man asked, “Where can we send her? Where can the poor girl go
alone?” To this the wife answered, “If you will not do this, husband, I
will no longer live with you. You had better take her to-morrow out of
the house. You can lead her into the forest, and then steal away from
her and hurry home.” She repeated this so often that at length he
consented, but said, “At least prepare the girl something for her
journey, that she may not die the first day of hunger.”

The stepmother thereupon made a cake, and, the next morning early, the
father led the girl far away into the very heart of the forest, and
there left her and went back home.

The poor girl, thus left alone, wandered all day about the wood seeking
for a path, but could find no way out of it. When it grew dark she got
up into a tree to pass the night, fearing lest some wild beasts would
eat her if she remained on the ground. And, indeed, all night long the
wolves were howling under the tree, so that the poor girl trembled so
much that she could hardly keep herself from falling. When day dawned
she descended from the tree and walked on again, hoping to find some
way out of the forest. But the wood grew thicker and thicker, and
seemed to have no end. In the evening, whilst she was looking for a
tree in which she might remain safely over the night, all at once she
saw something shining in the forest. So she went on, hoping to find
some shelter, and at length came to a fine large house. The gates were
open, so she went in, and walked through a great many rooms, each one
more beautiful than the other. On a table in one room she found a
candle burning. She thought this must be the house of some robbers; but
she was not afraid, for she reasoned with herself, “Rich men have
reason to fear robbers, but I have none—I will tell them that I will
serve them gladly for a piece of bread.”

She then took the cake from her bag, said grace, and began to eat. Just
as she had begun to eat a cock came into the room, and sprang upon the
table to reach the cake, so the girl crumbled some of it for him. Then
a little dog came in and jumped quite friendly upon her, so she broke a
piece from her cake for the little dog, and took him on her knee, and
petted and fed him. After that came in a cat also, and the girl fed her
too.

At length the girl heard a loud noise as if some great beast was
coming, and was greatly frightened when a lion came into the room. But
the lion moved his tail in such a friendly way, and looked so very
kindly, that she took heart, and offered him a piece of her cake. The
lion took it and began to lick her hand, and the girl had no longer any
fear of him, so she stroked him gently and fed him with the rest of the
cake. Suddenly she heard a great noise of weapons, and almost swooned
as a creature in a bear-skin entered the room. The cock, the dog, the
cat, and the lion all ran to it, and jumped about it affectionately,
showing in all possible ways their great joy. The poor girl thought it
a very strange beast, and expected it would jump upon her and kill her.
But the fearful thing threw the bear-skin from its head and shoulders,
and all the room shone and glittered with its golden garments. The poor
girl almost lost her senses when she saw before her a handsome man,
beautifully dressed. But he came up to her and said, “Don’t be afraid,
my dear! I am not a bad man, I am the son of the king, and when I wish
to hunt I come here and use this bear-skin as a disguise lest the
people should recognize me. Those who see me believe that I am a ghost,
and run away from me. No one dares to come into this house, knowing
that I often come here. You are the only person who has ventured in.
How did you know that I am not a ghost?”

Then she told him she had never heard of him nor of the house, but that
her stepmother had driven her away from home, and she told him all that
had happened to her. When he heard this he was very sorry, and said,
“Your stepmother hated you, but God has been kind to you. I will marry
you if you are willing to be my wife—will you consent?” “Yes,” she
replied.

Next day he took her to his father’s palace and married her. After some
time she begged to be allowed to go to see her father. So her husband
allowed her to go, and she dressed herself all in gold and went to her
father’s house. The father happened to be away from home, and the
stepmother, seeing her coming, was afraid lest she had come to revenge
herself. So she hurried to meet her and said, “You see that it was I
who sent you on the road to happiness.” The stepdaughter kissed her and
embraced her stepsister. Then the girl said she was very sorry that she
had not found her father at home, and, on her going away, she gave
plenty of money to her stepmother. When, however, she had gone away the
stepmother shook her fist after her and cried, “Wait a little, you
shall not be the only one so dressed out; to-morrow I will send my own
daughter after you the same way.”

When her husband came home at night she told him all that had happened,
and said, “What do you think, husband? would it not be a good thing to
send my girl also into the wood to try her fortune; for your girl, whom
we sent there, never came back until now, and now she has come
glittering in gold?”

The man sighed and agreed to the proposal. Next day the stepmother
prepared for her daughter plenty of cakes and roasted meats, and then
sent her with the father into the forest. The man led her deep into the
forest, as he had done his own daughter, and there left her. Finding
the father did not return, she began to seek a way to get home, and
soon came in sight of the house in the forest. She entered it, and
seeing no one, fastened the door inside. Then she took out of her bag
the baked meats and cakes and began to eat. Whilst she was eating the
cock, the dog, and the cat came in suddenly, and began to play about
her affectionately, hoping she would give them something; but she
became quite angry, and exclaimed, “The devil take you! I have hardly
enough for myself; do you think I will give any to you?” Then she began
to beat them, whereat the dog howled, and the lion, hearing it, rushed
in furiously, caught the girl and killed her.

Next day the king’s son came with his wife to hunt. She immediately
recognised her sister’s dress, and gathered together the fragments of
the body, which she took to her stepmother. She found her father at
home this time, and he was greatly pleased to hear that his daughter
was married to the king’s son. When, however, he heard what had
happened to the daughter of his wife, he was very sorry, but said, “Her
mother has deserved this from the hand of God, because she hated you
without a cause. There she is at the well. I will go and tell her.”

When the stepmother heard what had happened to her daughter, she said
to her husband, “I cannot bear your daughter. I cannot bear to look at
her. Let us kill her and her husband. If you will not consent, I will
jump down into this well.” “I cannot kill my own child,” returned he.
“Well, then,” cried she, “if you will not kill her, I cannot endure
her,” and so she jumped down into the well.








BIRD GIRL


Once upon a time lived a king, who had only one son; and when this son
grew up, his father sent him to travel about the world, in order that
he might find a maiden who would make him a suitable wife.

The king’s son started on his journey, and travelled through the whole
world without finding anywhere a maiden whom he loved well enough to
marry. Seeing then that he had taken so much trouble, and had spent so
much time and money, and all to no purpose, he resolved to kill
himself. With this intention he climbed to the top of a high mountain,
that he might throw himself from its summit; for he wished that even
his bones might never be found. Having arrived at the top of the
mountain, he saw a sharp rock jutting out from one side of it, and was
climbing up to throw himself from it, when he heard a voice behind him
calling, “Stop! stop! O, man! Stop for the sake of three hundred and
sixty-five which are in the year!” He looked back, and seeing no one,
asked, “Who are you that speak to me? Let me see you. When you know how
miserable I am, you will not prevent my killing myself.”

He had scarcely said these words when there appeared to him an old man,
with hair as white as wool, who said, “I know all about you. But
listen! Do you see that high hill?” “Yes, I do,” said the prince. “And
do you see the multitude of marble blocks which are on it?” said the
old man. “Yes, I do,” rejoined the prince. “Well, then,” continued the
old man, “on the summit of that hill there is an old woman with golden
hair, who sits night and day on that very spot, and holds a bird in her
bosom. Whoever can get this bird into his hands will be the happiest
man in the world. But be careful. If you are willing to try to get the
bird, you must take the old woman by her hair before she sees you. If
she sees you before you catch her by her hair, you will be changed into
a stone on the spot. Thus it happened to all those young men you see
standing there, as if they were blocks of marble.”

When the king’s son heard this he thought, “It is all one to me whether
I die here or there. If I succeed, so much the better for me; if I
fail, I can but die as I had resolved.” So he went up the hill. When he
arrived near the old woman he walked very cautiously towards her,
hoping to reach her unseen; for, luckily, the old woman was lying with
her back towards him, sunning herself, and playing with the bird.

When near enough he sprang suddenly and caught her by the hair. Then
the old woman cried out, so that the whole hill shook as with a great
earthquake; but the king’s son held fast by her hair, and when she
found that she could not escape she said, “What do you desire from me?”
He replied, “That you should give me the bird in your bosom, and that
you call back to life all these Christian souls.” The old woman
consented, and gave him the bird. Then from her mouth she breathed a
blue wind towards the men of stone, and immediately they again became
alive. The king’s son, having the bird in his hands, was so rejoiced
that he began to kiss it; and as he kissed it the bird was transformed
into a most beautiful maiden.

This girl the enchantress had turned into a bird, in order that she
might allure the young men to her. The girl pleased the king’s son
exceedingly, and he took her with him, and prepared to return home. As
he was going down the hill the girl gave him a stick, and told him the
stick would do everything that he desired of it. So the king’s son
struck with it once upon the rock, and in a moment there came out a
mass of golden coin, of which they took plenty for use on their
journey.

As they were travelling they came to a great river, and could find no
place by which they could pass over; so the king’s son touched the
surface of the river with his stick, and the water divided, so that a
dry path lay before them, and they were able to cross over the river
dryshod. A little farther they came to a herd of wolves, and the wolves
attacked them, and seemed about to tear them to pieces; but the prince
struck at them with his stick, and one by one the wolves were turned
into ants. Thus, at length, the king’s son reached home safely with his
beloved, and they were shortly after married, and lived long and
happily together.








SIR PEPPERCORN


Three brothers once upon a time went out into the neighbouring forest
to choose some trees fit for building. Before going, however, they told
their mother not to forget to send their sister into the wood after
them with their dinners. The mother sent the girl as she had been told
to do; but as the girl was on her way a giant met her in the wood, and
carried her off to a cave, where he lived.

All day long the brothers waited, expecting their sister, and wondering
why their mother had forgotten to send them food. At length, after
remaining two days in the forest, and becoming anxious and angry at the
delay, they went home. When they arrived there they asked their mother
why she had not sent their sister with their food, as she had promised
to do; she replied that she had sent the girl three days ago, and had
been wondering greatly why she had not come back.

When the three brothers heard this they were exceedingly troubled, and
the eldest said, “I will go back into the forest and look for my
sister.” Accordingly he went. After wandering about some time he came
to a shepherdess, who was minding a flock of sheep. He asked her
anxiously if she had seen his sister in the wood, or whether she could
tell him anything about her. The shepherdess replied that she had
indeed seen a girl carrying food, but a giant had met her and carried
her off to his cave. Then the young man asked her to tell him the way
to the giant’s cave, which she did. The cave was hidden in a deep
ravine. The brother at once went down, and called aloud on his sister
by name. In a short time the girl came to the mouth of the cave, and,
seeing her eldest brother, invited him to come in. This he did, and was
exceedingly surprised to see that the seeming cave was in reality a
magnificent palace. Whilst he stood there talking to his sister and
inquiring how she liked her new home, he heard a loud whirring in the
air overhead, and, immediately afterwards, saw a heavy mace fall on the
ground just in front of the cave. Greatly terrified and astonished, he
asked his sister what this meant, and she told him not to be afraid,
for it was only the way the giant let her know of his return three
hours before he came, that she might begin to prepare his supper.

When it grew dark the giant came home, and was at once aware that a
stranger was in his place. In reply to his angry questions, his wife
told him it was “only her brother, who had come to visit them.” When
the giant heard this he went to the mouth of the cave, and, calling a
shepherd, ordered him to kill the largest sheep in his flock and roast
it.

When the meat was ready the giant called his brother-in-law and said,
as he cut the sheep in two equal parts, “My dear brother-in-law, listen
well to what I say; if you eat your half of the meat sooner than I eat
mine, I will give you leave to kill me; but if I eat my half quicker
than you eat yours, I shall certainly kill you.”

Thereupon the poor brother-in-law began to shake all over with fright;
and, fearing the worst, tried to eat as fast as he could. But he had
hardly swallowed three mouthfuls before the giant finished his share of
the sheep, and killed him, according to his threat.

For some time the other two brothers and their old mother waited
impatiently to see if the elder brother would come back. At last,
hearing nothing either of the brother or of the sister, the second son
said, “I will go and look after them.” So he went into the same forest
where his brother had gone, and, meeting there the same shepherdess
minding her sheep, he inquired if she had seen his brother or sister.
The shepherdess answered him as she had answered the elder brother, and
he, too, asked the way to the giant’s cave, and, on being told, went
down the ravine until he reached the place. There he called on his
sister by name, and she came out and invited him to enter the cave.
This he did, and shared the fate of his brother; for, being unable to
eat his part of the sheep as quickly as the giant ate his, he also was
killed.

Not long after the third brother went forth the same road, to look
after his two elder brothers and sister, and having found the giant’s
cave, was likewise invited to eat half a sheep, or be put to death. He,
however, failed like his brothers had done before him, and, being
unable to eat his part of the sheep as quickly as the giant ate his, he
was also killed.

Now the parents, being alone in their house, prayed that God would give
them another son, even were he no bigger than a peppercorn. As they
prayed so it came to pass, and not very long after a little boy was
born to them, who was so extremely small that they christened him
“Peppercorn.”

When the boy was old enough he went out to play with other boys; and
one day, in a quarrel, one of these said to him, “May you share the
fate of your elder brothers.” Hearing this, Peppercorn ran off home at
once, and asked his mother what these words meant. So the mother was
forced to tell him how his three brothers had gone into the forest to
look after their lost sister, and had never come back again. As soon as
he heard this, Peppercorn began to search the house for pieces of old
iron, and, having found some scraps, carried them off in the evening to
a blacksmith, that with them he might make him a mace. Next morning
Peppercorn went to the smith to ask for his mace, which the man gave
him, saying at the same time, “Now pay me for making it.” To this
Peppercorn replied, “First let me see if it is strong enough”; and he
threw it up in the air and held his head so that the mace might fall
upon it. As soon as the mace struck his head, it broke into pieces; and
Peppercorn, seeing how badly it was made, fell into a passion and
killed the smith. Then he gathered up the pieces of iron and went off
to look for a better workman. He soon found another blacksmith who was
willing to make him a mace, but demanded a ducat for the work.
Peppercorn said he would willingly pay the ducat if the smith made him
a really strong, serviceable mace. So next morning he went to ask if it
was ready, and the smith said “Yes; but you must first pay me the
ducat, and then I will give it you.” Peppercorn, however, answered,
“The ducat is ready in my pocket, but I must first see if the mace is
good before I pay for it.” Thereupon he caught it, flung it up in the
air, and held his head under it as it fell. As soon as the mace struck
his head it broke into pieces; and he, again falling into a great
passion, killed this smith also.

Gathering up the pieces of iron, he now carried them to a third smith,
who undertook to make him a good strong mace, and demanded a ducat for
doing so. Next morning Peppercorn went for the mace and, after trying
it three times, each time throwing it up higher in the air and letting
it fall on his head, where it raised great bumps, he owned that he was
satisfied with it, and accordingly paid the smith the ducat as he had
promised.

Having now a good strong mace, Peppercorn started off at once for the
forest, in which his three elder brothers and his sister had been lost.
After wandering about for some time, he came to the place where the
shepherdess sat watching her sheep, and, in reply to his questions, she
told him that she had seen his three brothers go down the ravine in
search of their sister, but had never seen them come up again.

Notwithstanding this, Peppercorn went resolutely down the ravine,
calling aloud upon his sister by name. When she heard this she was
exceedingly surprised, and said to herself, “Who can this be calling me
by name, now that all my brothers are killed? I have no other relations
to come and look for me.” Then she went to the entrance of the cave and
called out, “Who is it that calls me; I have no longer any brothers?”

Peppercorn said to her, “I am your brother who was born after you left
home, and my name is Peppercorn.”

On hearing this, his sister led him into the palace, but he had hardly
had time to say a few words to her before a loud whirring was heard in
the air, and the giant’s mace fell to the ground. For a moment
Peppercorn was terrified at this, but he recovered himself quickly,
and, pulling the mace out of the ground, flung it back to the giant,
who, in astonishment, said to himself, “Who is this who throws my mace
back to me? Methinks I have at last found someone able to fight with
me.”

When the giant came home he immediately asked his wife who had been in
the cave, and she answered him, “It is my youngest brother.” Thereupon
the giant ordered the shepherd to bring the largest sheep in his flock.
When this was brought the giant killed it himself, and, whilst
preparing it for roasting, said to Peppercorn, “Will you turn the meat,
or will you take care of the fire?” Peppercorn said he would rather
gather wood and make the fire; so he went out and tumbled down some
large trees with his mace. These he carried to the mouth of the cave,
and made a large fire ready for the meat.

When the sheep was roasted the giant cut it in two parts, and gave one
half to Peppercorn, saying, “Take this half, and if you eat it before I
eat my half you are free to kill me; but if you don’t, I shall surely
kill you.” So Peppercorn and the giant began to eat as fast as they
could, swallowing down large pieces of meat, and, in their haste,
almost choking themselves. At last Peppercorn, by trickery, managed to
get rid of his share of the sheep, and, according to the arrangement,
killed the giant. This done, with the help of his sister, he collected
all the treasures the giant had heaped up in his palace, and, taking
them with him, returned home with his sister, to the great joy of their
parents.

Peppercorn remained some time after this with his father, mother, and
sister, and they lived very merrily on the treasures he had brought
from the giant’s cave. At length, however, he saw that the riches were
coming to an end, so he resolved to go into the world to seek his
fortune.

After travelling about a good while he came one day to a large city,
where he saw a great crowd gathered about a man who held an iron pike
in his hand, and every now and then squeezed drops of water out of the
iron. Whilst the people watched, wondering and admiring his great
strength, Peppercorn went up and asked him, “Do you think there is any
man in the world stronger than yourself?”

“There is only one man alive who is stronger than myself, and that one
is a certain person called Peppercorn,” answered he. “Peppercorn can
receive a mace on his head without being hurt.”

Thereupon Peppercorn told the man who he was, and proposed to him that
they should travel about the world together.

“That will I right gladly,” said the Pikeman. “How can I help being
glad to go with a trusty fellow like you!”

Travelling together they came one day to a certain city, and, finding a
concourse of people assembled, they went to see what was the matter.
They found a man sitting on the bank of a river turning the wheels of
nine mills with his little finger. So they said to him, “Is there
anyone stronger than you in the world?”

And he answered them, “There are only two men stronger than I am—a
certain person named Peppercorn and a certain Pikeman.” Hearing this,
Peppercorn and the Pikeman told him who they were, and proposed that he
should join them in their travels about the world.

The Mill-turner very gladly accepted the offer, and so all three
continued their journey together.

After travelling some time they came to a city where they found all the
people greatly excited because some one had stolen the three daughters
of the king, and, notwithstanding the immense rewards his majesty had
offered, no one had as yet dared to go out to look for the princesses.
As soon as Peppercorn and his two comrades heard this they went to the
king and offered to search for his three daughters. But in order to
accomplish the task they demanded that the king should give them a
hundred thousand loads of wood. The king gave them what they wanted,
and they made a fence all around the city with the timber. This done
they began to watch.

The first morning they prepared a whole ox for their dinners, and
discussed the question which of the three should stay behind to mind
the meat whilst the other two watched the fence. The Pikeman said, “I
think I will stay here and take care of the meat, and I will have
dinner ready for you when you come back from looking after the fence.”
So it was thus settled. Just, however, as the Pikeman thought the ox
was well roasted he was frightened by the sudden approach of a man with
a forehead a yard high and a beard a span long. This man said to the
Pikeman, “Good morning!” but the latter ran away instead of answering,
he was so shocked by the strange appearance of the man.

Yard-high-forehead-and-span-long-beard was quite content at this, and,
sitting down, soon finished the whole ox. When he had ended his dinner
he got up and went away.

Shortly afterwards Sir Peppercorn and the Mill-turner came for their
dinners, and, being very hungry, shouted from afar to the Pikeman, “Let
us dine at once!” But the Pikeman, keeping himself hidden among the
bushes, called out to them, “There is nothing left for us to eat! A
little while ago Yard-high-forehead-and-span-long-beard came up and ate
up the whole ox to the very last morsel! I was afraid of him, and so I
did not say one word against it.”

Peppercorn and the Mill-turner reproached their companion bitterly for
allowing all their dinner to be stolen without once trying to prevent
it, and the Mill-turner said scornfully, “Well, I will stop to-morrow
and look after the meat, and Yard-high-forehead-and-span-long-beard may
come if he likes!”

So the next day the Mill-turner stayed to roast the ox, and his two
comrades went to look after the fence they had built round about the
city.

Just before dinner-time Yard-high-forehead-and-span-long-beard came out
of the forest and walked straight up to the ox, and stretched his hands
out greedily to grasp it. The Mill-turner was so frightened by his
strange appearance that he ran off as hard as he could to look for a
place to hide in.

By-and-by Peppercorn and the Pikeman came for their dinners and asked
angrily where the meat was. Whereupon the Mill-turner answered, “There
is no meat! It has all been eaten by that horrible
Yard-high-forehead-and-span-long-beard, and his looks frightened me so
that I dared not say a single word to him.”

It was no use complaining, so Peppercorn only said, “To-morrow I will
stay to mind the ox, and you two shall go and look after the fence. I
will see if we are to remain the third day without dinner.”

The next morning the Pikeman and the Mill-turner went to see if all was
right round about the city, and Peppercorn remained to roast the ox.
Exactly as on the two former days, just before dinner was ready,
Yard-high-forehead-and-span-long-beard made his appearance, and went up
to seize the meat. But Peppercorn pushed him roughly back, saying, “Two
days I have been dinnerless on your account, but the third day I will
not be so, as long as my head stands on my shoulders!”

Much astonished at his boldness, Yard-high-forehead-and-span-long-beard
exclaimed, “Take care you don’t begin to quarrel with me. There is no
one in all the world who can conquer me, except a fellow called
Peppercorn!”

Peppercorn was very pleased to hear this, and, without more hesitation,
sprang at once on Yard-high-forehead-and-span-long-beard, and, after
some struggling, pulled him down to the earth and bound him. This done,
he tied him fast to a tall pine-tree. Now the Pikeman and Mill-turner
came up and were exceedingly glad to find their dinners safe. Just as
they were in the middle of their dinners, however,
Yard-high-forehead-and-span-long-beard, with a sudden jerk, pulled up
the pine-tree by the roots and ran off with tree and all, making
furrows in the earth with it just as if three ploughs had been passing
over the ground.

Seeing him run off, the Pikeman and Mill-turner jumped up quickly and
ran after him, but Peppercorn called them back and told them to finish
their dinners first, for there would be plenty of time to catch him
after they had dined! So they all three went on eating, and when they
had done they followed the furrows which
Yard-high-forehead-and-span-long-beard had made in the ground. After a
while they came to a deep dark hole in the earth, and when they had
examined it all round and tried in vain on account of the darkness to
look down into it, they returned to the king and asked him to give them
a thousand miles of strong rope so that they could go down into the
pit.

The king at once ordered his servants to give them what they required,
and when they had got the great cable they went back to the hole. On
the way, as they were going, they discussed which of the three should
venture down first, and it was at last settled that the Pikeman should
be let down. However, he made them solemnly promise him that they
should pull him up again the instant he shook the rope.

He had been let down but a very little way before he shook the rope,
and so they pulled him up as they had promised.

Then the Mill-turner said, “Let me go down.” And so the other two
lowered him, but in a moment or two he shook the rope violently; and so
he, too, was pulled up.

Now Peppercorn grew angry, and exclaimed, “I did not think you were
such cowards as to be afraid of a dark hole! Now let me down!” So they
let him down and down until his foot touched solid ground. Finding that
he had reached the bottom, he looked round him, and saw that he stood
just in the very middle of a most beautiful green plain—a plain so
beautiful that it was a real pleasure to look on it.

At one end of the plain stood a large handsome palace, and Peppercorn
went nearer to look at it. There, in the gardens, walking, he met two
young girls, and asked them if they were not the daughters of the king.
When they said that they were, he inquired what had become of the other
sister; and the princesses told him that their youngest sister was in
the palace very busy binding up the wounds that
Yard-high-forehead-and-span-long-beard had lately received from a
certain knight called Peppercorn.

Then Peppercorn told them who he was, and that he had come down on
purpose to release them, and to take them back to the king, their
father. On hearing this good news, the two princesses rejoiced greatly,
and told Peppercorn where he would find
Yard-high-forehead-and-span-long-beard and their youngest sister. But
they warned him not to rush in on the giant, but rather to go softly,
and first try to get hold of the sabre which hung on the wall over his
bed, for this sabre possessed the wonderful power of killing a man when
he was a whole day’s journey from it.

Peppercorn took care to do as the princesses had told him. He stole
very quietly into the room where Yard-high-forehead-and-span-long-beard
was lying, and when he was near the bed he sprang up suddenly and
seized the sword. The moment the wounded giant saw his sabre in the
hands of Peppercorn he jumped up quickly and ran out of the palace.
Peppercorn followed him some time before he remembered what the two
princesses had told him of the wonderful properties of the sword, but
as soon as he recollected this he made a sharp cut with it in the air,
as if he were cutting off a man’s head, and the moment he did so
Yard-high-forehead-and-span-long-beard fell down dead.

Then Peppercorn went back to the palace, and, taking with him the three
princesses, prepared to return to the upper world.

When he came to the place where the rope was hanging he took a large
basket, and, placing the eldest princess in it, fastened it to the
rope, then, giving her a note, in which he said that he sent her for
the Pikeman, he made the signal agreed upon for the rope to be drawn
up. So his comrades pulled up the rope, and when it came down again
with the empty basket, Peppercorn sent up the second princess, after
giving her a paper, in which he had written, “This one is for the
Mill-turner.”

When the rope descended the third time he sent up the youngest
princess, who was by far the most beautiful of the three. He gave her a
paper which said that this one he meant to keep for himself. Just as
the Pikeman and the Mill-turner began to pull up the rope the princess
gave Peppercorn a little box, saying, “Open it when you have need of
anything!”

Now, when the Pikeman and Mill-turner drew up the youngest princess,
and saw how very beautiful she was, they determined to leave Peppercorn
down in the pit, and go back without delay to the king’s palace, and
there see which of them could get the youngest princess for his wife.

Peppercorn waited patiently some time for the rope to be let down that
he might be drawn up, but no rope appeared. At last he was obliged to
own to himself that his two comrades had deceived and deserted him,
and, seeing how useless it was to remain standing still any longer, he
walked off without knowing where the road would take him. Walking on,
after a long time, he came to the shore of a large lake, and heard a
great noise of crying and shouting. Very soon a multitude of people,
looking like a wedding party, made their appearance. After placing a
young girl in bridal attire on the shore of the lake, the people left
her there alone and went away.

Peppercorn, seeing the girl left by herself, and noticing how sad she
looked, went up to her, and asked her why her friends had left her
there, and why she was so sad? The girl answered, “In this lake is a
dragon who, every year, swallows up a young girl. It is now my turn;
and our people have brought me as a bride to the dragon, and left me to
be swallowed up.”

Peppercorn, on hearing this, asked her to let him rest near her a
little, because he was very tired, but she answered, “You had far
better fly away, my good knight; if it is necessary that I should die,
it is not needful that you should die also.”

But Peppercorn said to her, “Don’t trouble yourself about me, only let
me rest near you a little, for I am very tired. It will be time enough
for me to run away when the dragon comes.” Having said this he sat down
near the girl, and in a little while fell asleep. He had not slept long
before the surface of the lake became agitated, and the water rose up
in large waves; presently the dragon lifted its head, and swam straight
to the shore where the girl sat, evidently intending to swallow her at
once. The maiden cried bitterly, and a tear falling on Peppercorn’s
face, awakened him. He sprang up quickly, grasped his sword, and,
smiting fiercely, with one stroke, cut off the dragon’s head.

Then he took the girl by the hand, and led her back to the city, where
he found that she was the only daughter of the king of that country.
The king was overjoyed at hearing that the dragon was killed, and also
at seeing his daughter brought back to him safe and sound. So he
insisted that Peppercorn should marry the princess, which he did, and
they all lived together very happily for a long time.

After a while, however, Peppercorn began to long greatly for the other
world, and grew sadder and sadder every day. When his wife noticed this
change in his appearance she asked him very often what ailed him, but
he would not tell her for a long time, because he did not wish to
trouble her. At last, however, he could keep his secret no longer, and
confessed to the princess how much he longed to go back to the upper
world. Though she was very sorry to hear this, she promised him that
she herself would beg the king to let him go, since he so greatly
wished it. This she did; and when the king objected, not wishing to
lose so good a son-in-law, the princess said, “Let him go; he has saved
my life, and why should we keep him against his will? My three sons
will still remain to comfort us!”

Then the king consented, saying, “Very well; let it be as he wishes,
since you have nothing to say against it. Tell your benefactor to go to
the lake-shore, and to say to the giant-bird he will find there, that
the king sends her his greetings, and desires her to take the bearer of
them up to the other world.”

The princess returned to her husband and told him what her father had
said, and then began to prepare some provisions for the journey. When
these were ready, and the king had sent the letter for the bird,
Peppercorn took a kind leave of his wife, and went down to the
lake-shore, where he soon found the nest of the giant-bird and her
little ones in it, though she herself was not there. So he sat down to
wait under the tree where the nest was. As he sat there, he heard the
little birds chirping very restlessly and anxiously. Then he saw that
the lake was beginning to throw up high waves, and soon a monster came
out of the water and made straight for the nest to swallow the young
birds.

Peppercorn, however, did not stop long to think about the matter, but
quickly drew his wonderful sword and killed the monster. It happened
that the giant-bird was just coming back, and when she saw Peppercorn
under the tree, she shrieked as she ran up to kill him, “Now I have
caught you—you who have been killing all my little ones for so many
years! Now you shall pay me for it, for I will kill you!” But the
little birds from their nest high in the tree, cried out to her, “Don’t
do him any harm! he has saved us from being swallowed by a monster who
came out of the lake to kill us.”

Meanwhile, Peppercorn went to her, and presented the king’s letter. The
giant-bird read it through carefully, and then said to him, “Go home
and kill twelve sheep. Fill their skins with water, and bring them
here, together with the flesh of the sheep.”

Peppercorn went back to the king, who at once ordered that he should be
supplied with the flesh of twelve sheep, as well as with twelve
sheep-skins full of fresh water. With this provision Peppercorn
returned to the shore of the lake.

Then the giant-bird placed the twelve skins full of water under her
left wing, and the flesh of the twelve sheep under her right, and took
Peppercorn on her back. This done, she told him that he must watch well
her movements, and when she turned her beak to the left side, he must
give her water, and when she turned it to the right he must give her
meat. After impressing these directions upon Peppercorn, the giant-bird
rose with her triple load in the air, and flew straight up towards the
other world. As she flew she turned, from time to time, her beak, now
to the left and then to the right, and Peppercorn gave her water or
meat, as she had directed him to do. At last, however, all the meat
disappeared. So, when the giant-bird turned her beak once more to the
right, Sir Peppercorn, having no more meat to give her, and fearing
some evil might happen if he did not satisfy her, took out his knife,
and, cutting a piece of flesh from the sole of his right foot, gave it
to her.

But the bird knew by the taste that he had cut it from his own foot, so
she did not swallow it, but hid it under her tongue, and held it there
until she reached the other world.

Then she set Peppercorn down on the earth and told him to walk, and
when he tried to do so he was forced to limp, because of the loss of
part of his foot. When the giant-bird noticed this, she asked him, “Why
do you limp so?” To this Peppercorn answered, “Oh, it is nothing! Do
not trouble yourself about it!” But the bird told him to lift his right
foot, and when he did so, she took the piece of flesh she had kept
hidden under her tongue, and laid it on the place where he had cut it
from. Then she tapped it two or three times with her beak to make it
grow to the rest of the foot.

Peppercorn walked on some time before he remembered the little box
which the youngest of the three daughters of the king had given him.
Now, however, he opened it, and a bee and a fly flew out and asked him
what he desired. He said, “I want a good horse to carry me to the
king’s residence, and a decent suit of clothes to wear.” Next moment a
suit of good clothes lay before him, and a handsome horse stood ready
saddled for him to mount. Then he took the clothes, and, mounting the
horse, rode off to the city where the king dwelt. Before entering the
city, however, he opened his little box, and said to the fly and the
bee, “I do not want the horse any more at present.” Accordingly they
took it with them into their little box.

Peppercorn went to live in the house of an old woman in the city. Next
morning he heard the public crier shouting in the street, “Is there
anyone bold enough to fight with the mighty Pikeman, the king’s
son-in-law?”

Peppercorn was very pleased to hear this challenge, and, opening his
box without delay, told the bee and fly, who flew out to receive his
orders, that he wanted at once a fine suit of clothes and a strong
charger, so that he might go to fight with the Pikeman. The bee and fly
instantly gave him what he required, and he dressed himself and rode
off to the field, where he found the Pikeman proudly awaiting anyone
who might presume to accept his challenge.

So Peppercorn and the Pikeman fought, and before very long the first
son-in-law of the king was slain. Then Peppercorn returned home
quickly, and opening his box, bade the bee and fly take away the horse
and the fine clothes.

The king sought everywhere for the stranger who had killed his
son-in-law, but no one knew anything about him. So, after some days,
the city crier went round again, proclaiming that the Mill-turner, the
second son-in-law of the king, would fight anyone who dared to meet
him.

Peppercorn again let out his bee and his fly, and asked for a finer
horse and handsomer clothes than the last. So they brought him a very
gorgeous suit, and a most beautiful coal-black charger, and with these
he went on the field to meet the Mill-turner. They fought, but
Peppercorn soon killed the king’s second son-in-law, and again went to
his lodgings, where he ordered the bee and fly to take the horse and
clothes with them into their little box.

Now, not only the king, but all his people were very much puzzled as to
who the powerful knight could be who had killed the two valiant
sons-in-law of the king. So a strict search was made, and he was sought
everywhere. But no one could tell anything about him; while such horses
as he rode and such clothes as he wore were not to be found in the
whole kingdom.

Some time had passed since the king’s sons-in-law had been killed, and
people had begun to be a little quieter and had given up all hope of
finding out who the stranger knight might be. Then Peppercorn wrote a
letter to the king’s youngest daughter, and sent it to her by the old
woman in whose house he lived. In the letter he told the princess
everything that had happened to him since he had sent her up in the
basket to his false comrades, and told her also that he himself had
slain both of the traitors in fair fight.

The young princess, as soon as she had read the letter, quickly ran to
her father and begged him to pardon Peppercorn. The king saw he could
not justly deny her this favour, since the two men who had been killed
had deceived and deserted their friend, without whose superior courage
they would never have been themselves his sons-in-law, seeing that all
the three princesses, but for Peppercorn, must have remained in the
other world where Yard-high-forehead-and-span-long-beard had carried
them.

So, after thinking all this over in his mind, the king told his
daughter that he willingly forgave Peppercorn, and that she might
invite him to the palace. This the princess did at once, and very soon
after, Peppercorn made his appearance before the king in splendid
attire and was received very kindly.

Not long afterwards, the marriage of Peppercorn with the beautiful
princess, the king’s youngest daughter, was celebrated with great
rejoicings, and the king built them a fine house near his palace to
live in.

There Peppercorn and his princess lived long and happily, and he never
had any wish to wander again about the world.








BASH-CHALEK; OR, TRUE STEEL


Once upon a time there was a king who had three sons and three
daughters. At length old age overtook him, and the hour came for him to
die. While dying he called to him his three sons and three daughters,
and told his sons to let their sisters marry the very first men who
came to ask them in marriage. “Do this or dread my curse!” said he, and
soon after expired.

Some time after his death there came one night a great knocking at the
gate; the whole palace shook, and outside was heard a great noise of
squeaking, singing, and shouting, whilst lightnings played round the
whole court of the palace. The people in the palace were very much
frightened, so that they shook for fear, when all at once someone
shouted from the outside, “O princes! open the door!” Thereupon the
king’s eldest son said, “Do not open!” The second son added, “Do not
open, for anything in the world!” But the youngest son said, “I will
open the door!” and he jumped up and opened it.

The moment he had opened the door something came in, but the brother
could see nothing except a bright light in one part of the room; out of
this light came these words: “I have come to demand your eldest sister
for wife, and I shall take her away this moment, without any delay; for
I wait for nothing, neither will I come a second time to ask for her!
Therefore answer me quickly—will you give her or not?”

The eldest brother said, “I will not give her. How can I give her when
I cannot see you, and do not know who you are, nor whence you come? You
come to-night for the first time, and wish to take her away instantly!
Should I not know where I can visit my sister sometimes?”

The second said, “I will not give my sister to-night to be taken away!”

But the youngest said, “I will give her if you will not. Have you
forgotten what our father commanded us?” and, with these words, taking
his sister by the hand, he gave her away, saying, “May she be to you a
happy and honest wife!”

As the sister passed over the threshold everyone in the palace fell to
the ground from fear, so vivid was the lightning and loud the claps of
thunder. The heavens seemed to be on fire and the whole sky rumbled, so
that the whole palace shook as if about to fall. All this however
passed over, and soon after the day dawned; when it grew light enough,
the brothers went to see if any trace was left of the mighty power to
whom they had given their sister, so that they might be able to trace
the road by which it had gone. There was, however, nothing which they
could either see or hear.

The second night, about the same time, there was heard again round the
whole palace a great noise, as if an army was whistling and hissing,
and at length someone at the door cried out, “Open the door, O
princes!” They were afraid to disobey, and opened the door, and some
dreadful power began to speak, “Give here the girl, your second sister!
I am come to demand her!” The eldest brother answered, “I will not give
her away!” The second brother said, “I will not give you my sister!”
But the youngest said, “I will give her! Have you forgotten what our
father told us to do?” So he took his sister by the hand and gave her
over, saying, “Take her! may she be honest and bring you happiness!”
Then the unseen noises departed with the girl. Next day, as soon as it
dawned, all three brothers walked round the palace, and for some
distance beyond, looking everywhere for some trace where the power had
gone, but nothing could be seen or heard.

The third night, at the same hour as before, again the palace rocked
from its very foundations, and there was a mighty uproar outside. Then
a voice shouted, “Open the door!” The sons of the king arose and opened
the door, and a great power passed by them and said, “I am come to
demand your youngest sister!” The eldest and the second son shouted,
“No! we will not give our sister this third night! At any rate, we will
know before our youngest sister goes away from our house to whom we are
giving her, and where she is going, so that we can come to visit her
whenever we wish to do so!” Thereupon the youngest brother said, “Then
I will give her! Have you forgotten what our father on his death-bed
recommended us? It is not so very long ago!” Then he took the girl by
the hand and said, “Here she is! Take her! and may she bring you
happiness and be happy herself!” Then instantly the power went away
with a great noise. When the day dawned the brothers were very anxious
about the fate of their sister, but could find no trace of the way in
which she had gone.

Some time after the brothers, speaking together, said, “It is really
very wonderful what has happened to our sisters! We have no news—no
trace of them! We do not know where they are gone, nor whom they have
married!” At last they said to each other, “Let us go and try to find
our sisters!” So they prepared immediately for their journey, took
money for their travelling expenses, and went away in search of their
three sisters.

They had travelled some time when they lost their way in a forest, and
wandered about a whole day. When it grew dark they thought they would
stop for the night at some place where they could find water. So,
having come to a lake, they decided to sleep near it, and sat down to
take some supper. When the time for sleep came the eldest brother said,
“I will keep watch while you sleep!” and so the two younger brothers
went to sleep and the eldest watched. In the middle of the night the
lake began to be greatly agitated, and the brother who was watching
grew quite frightened, especially when he saw something was coming
towards him from the middle of the lake. When it came near he saw that
it was a terrific alligator with two ears, and it ran at him; but he
drew his knife and struck it, and cut off its head. When he had done
this he cut off the ears also, and put them in his pocket, the body and
the head, however, he threw back into the lake. Meanwhile the day began
to dawn, but the two brothers slept on and knew nothing of what their
eldest brother had done. At length he awakened them, but told them
nothing, so they went on their travels together. When the next day was
closing, and it began again to grow dark, they took counsel with each
other where they should rest for the night, and where they should find
water. They felt also afraid, because they were approaching some
dangerous mountains.

Coming to a small lake they resolved to rest there that night; and
having made a fire they placed their things near it, and prepared to
sleep. Then the second brother said, “This night I will keep guard
whilst you sleep!” So the two others fell asleep, and the second
brother remained watching.

All at once the lake began to move, and lo! an alligator, with two
heads, came running to swallow up the three. But the brother who
watched grasped his knife, felled the alligator to the ground with one
blow, and cut off both the heads. Having done this he cut off the two
pairs of ears, put them in his pocket, and threw the body into the
water, and the two heads after it. The other brothers, however, knew
nothing about the danger which they had escaped, and continued to sleep
very soundly till the morning dawned.

Then the second brother awoke them, saying, “Arise, my brothers! It is
day!” and they instantly jumped up, and prepared to continue their
journey. But they knew not in what country they now were, and as they
had eaten up nearly all their food, they feared greatly lest they
should die of hunger in that unknown land. So they prayed God to give
them sight of some city or village or, at least, that they might meet
someone to guide them, for they had already been wandering three days
up and down in a wilderness, and could see no end to it. Pretty early
in the morning they came to a large lake and resolved to go no further,
but remain there all the day, and also to spend the night there. “For
if we go on,” said they, “we are not sure that we shall find any more
water near which we can rest.” So they remained there.

When evening came they made a great fire, took their frugal supper, and
prepared to sleep. Then the youngest brother said, “This night I will
keep guard whilst you sleep”; and so the other two went to sleep, and
the youngest brother kept awake, looking sharply about him, his eyes
being turned often towards the lake. Part of the night had already
passed, when suddenly the whole lake began to move; the waves dashed
over the fire and half quenched it. Then he drew his sword and placed
himself near the fire, as there appeared a great alligator with three
heads, which rushed upon the brothers as if about to swallow them all
three.

But the youngest brother had a brave heart, and would not awaken his
brothers, so he met the alligator, and gave him three blows in
succession, and at each blow he cut off one of the three heads. Then he
cut off the six ears and put them in his pocket, and threw the body and
the three heads into the lake. Whilst he was thus busy the fire had
quite gone out, so he—having nothing there with which he could light
the fire, and not wishing to awaken his brothers from their deep
slumbers—stepped a little way into the forest, with the hope of seeing
something with which he might rekindle the fire.

There was, however, no trace of any fire anywhere. At last, in his
search, he climbed up a very high tree, and, having reached the top,
looked about on all sides. After much looking he thought he saw the
glare of a fire not very far off. So he came down from the tree and
went in the direction in which he had seen the fire, in order to get
some brand with which he might again light the fire. He walked very far
on this errand, and though the glare seemed always near him, it was a
very long time before he reached it. Suddenly, however, he came upon a
cave, and in the cave a great fire was burning. Round it sat nine
giants, and two men were being roasted, one on each side of the fire.
Besides that, there stood upon the fire a great kettle full of the
limbs of men ready to be cooked. When the king’s son saw that, he was
terrified and would gladly have gone back, but it was no longer
possible.

Then he shouted as loud and cheerfully as he could, “Good evening, my
dear comrades! I have been a very long time in search of you!”

They received him well, saying, “Welcome! if thou art of our company!”

He answered, “I shall remain yours for ever, and would give my life for
your sake!”

“Eh!” said they, “if you intend to be one of us, you know, you must
also eat man’s flesh, and go out with us in search of prey?”

The king’s son answered, “Certainly; I shall do everything that you
do!”

“Then come and sit with us!” cried the giants; and the whole company,
sitting round the fire, took meat out of the kettle and began to eat.
The king’s son pretended to eat, also, but instead of eating he always
threw the meat behind him, and thus deceived them.

When they had eaten up the whole of the roasted meat the giants got up
and said, “Let us now go to hunt, that we may have meat for to-morrow.”
So they went away, all nine of them, the king’s son making the tenth.
“Come along!” they said to him, “there is a city near in which a great
king lives. We have been supplying ourselves with food from that city a
great many years.” As they came near the city they pulled two tall
pine-trees up by the roots, and carried them along with them. Having
come to the city wall, they reared one pine-tree up against it, and
said to the king’s son, “Go up, now, to the top of the wall, so that we
may be able to give you the other pine-tree, which you must take by the
top and throw down into the city. Take care, however,” they said, “to
keep the top of the tree in your hands, so that we can go down the stem
of it into the city.” Thereupon the king’s son climbed up on the wall
and then cried out to them, “I don’t know what to do; I am not
acquainted with this place, and I don’t understand how to throw the
tree over the wall; please one of you come up and show me what I must
do.” Then one of the giants climbed up the tree placed against the
wall, caught the top of the other pine-tree, and threw it over the
wall, keeping the top all the time safe in his hand. Whilst he was thus
standing, the king’s son drew his sword, struck him on the neck, and
cut his head off, so that the giant fell down into the city.

Then he called to the other eight giants, “Your brother is in the city;
come, one after the other, so that I can let you also down into the
city!” And the giants, not knowing what had happened to the first one,
climbed up one after the other, and thus the king’s son cut off their
heads till he had killed all the nine.

After that, he himself slowly descended the pine-tree and went into the
city, walking through all the streets, but there was not one living
creature to be seen. The city seemed quite deserted. Then he said to
himself, “Surely those giants have made this great devastation and
carried all the people away.”

After walking about a very long time, he came to a tall tower, and,
looking up, he saw a light in one of the rooms. So he opened the door,
and went up the steps, into the room. And what a beautiful room it was
in which he had entered! It was decorated with gold and silk and
velvet, and there was no one there except a girl lying on a couch
sleeping. As soon as the king’s son entered, his eyes fell upon the
girl, who was exceedingly beautiful. Just then he saw a large serpent
coming down the wall, and it had stretched out its head and was ready
to strike the girl on the forehead, between the eyes. So he drew his
dagger very quickly, and nailed the snake’s head to the wall,
exclaiming, “God grant that my dagger may not be taken out of the wall
by any hand but my own!” and thereupon he hurried away, and passed over
the city wall, climbing up and going down the pine-trees. When he got
back to the cavern where the giants had been, he plucked a brand from
the fire, and ran away very quickly to the spot where he had left his
brothers, and found them still sleeping.

He soon lighted the fire again, and meanwhile the sun having arisen he
awoke his brothers, and they arose and all three continued their
journey. The same day they came to the road leading to the city. In
that city lived a mighty king, who used to walk about the streets every
morning, weeping over the great destruction of his people by the
giants. The king feared greatly that one day his own daughter might
also be eaten up by one of them. That morning he rose very early, and
went to look about the city; the streets were all empty, because most
of the people of the city had been eaten up by the giants. Walking
about, at last he observed a tall pine-tree, pulled up quite by the
roots, and leaning against the city wall. He drew near, and saw a great
wonder. Nine giants, the frightful enemies of his people, were lying
there with their heads off. When the king saw that he rejoiced
exceedingly, and all the people who were left, gathered round and
praised God, and prayed for good health and good luck to those who had
killed the giants. At that moment a servant came running, to tell the
king that a serpent had very nearly killed his daughter. So the king
hurried back to the palace, and went quickly to the room wherein his
daughter was, and there he saw the snake pinned to the wall, with a
dagger through its head. He tried to draw the knife out, but he was not
able to do so.

Then the king sent a proclamation to all the corners of the kingdom,
announcing that whoever had killed the nine giants and nailed the snake
to the wall, should come to the king, who would make him great presents
and give him his daughter for a wife. This was proclaimed throughout
the whole kingdom. The king ordered, moreover, that large inns should
be built on all the principal roads, and that every traveller who
passed by should be asked if he had ever heard of the man who had
killed the nine giants, and any traveller who knew anything about the
matter should come and tell what he knew to the king, when he should be
well rewarded.

After some time the three brothers, travelling in search of their
sisters, came one night to sleep at one of those inns. After supper the
master of the inn came in to speak to them, and, after boasting very
much what great things he had himself done, he asked them if they
themselves had ever done any great thing?

Then the eldest brother began to speak, and said, “After I started with
my brothers on this journey, one night we stopped to sleep by a lake in
the midst of a great forest; whilst my two brothers slept I watched,
and, suddenly, an alligator came out of the lake to swallow us, but I
took my knife and cut off its head; if you don’t believe me, see! here
are the two ears from his head!” And he took the ears from his pocket
and threw them on the table.

When the second brother heard that, he said, “I kept guard the second
night, and I killed an alligator with two heads; if you do not believe
me, look! here are its four ears!” and he took the ears out of his
pocket and showed them.

But the youngest brother kept silence. The master of the inn began then
to speak to him, saying, “Well, my boy, your brothers are brave men;
let us hear if you have not done some bold deed.”

Then the youngest brother began, “I have also done something, though it
may not be a great thing. When we stayed to rest the third night in the
great wilderness on the shore of the lake, my brothers lay down to
sleep, for it was my turn to keep guard. In the middle of the night the
water stirred mightily, and a three-headed alligator came out and
wished to swallow us, but I drew my sword and cut off all the three
heads; if you do not believe, see! here are the six ears of the
alligator!” The brothers themselves were greatly surprised, and he
continued: “Meanwhile the fire had gone out, and I went in search of
fire. Wandering about the mountain I met nine giants in one cave”; and
so he went on, telling all that had happened and what he had done.

When the innkeeper heard that he hurried off and told everything to the
king. The king gave him plenty of money, and sent some of his men to
bring the three brothers to him. When they came to the king, he asked
the youngest, “Have you really done all these wonders in this
city—killed the giants and saved my daughter from death?” “Yes, your
majesty,” answered the king’s son. Then the king gave him his daughter
to wife, and allowed him to take the first place after him in the
kingdom. After that he said to the two elder brothers, “If you like I
will also find wives for you two and build palaces for you.” But they
thanked him, saying they were already married, and so told him how they
had left home to search for their sisters. When the king heard that, he
kept by him only the youngest brother, his son-in-law, and gave the
other two each a mule loaded with sacks full of money; and so the two
elder brothers went back to their kingdom. All the time, however, the
youngest brother was thinking of his three sisters, and many a time he
wished to go in search of them again, though he was also sorry to leave
his wife. The king would never consent to his going, so the prince
wasted away slowly without speaking about his grief.

One day the king went out hunting, and said to his son-in-law, “Remain
here in the palace, and take these nine keys, and keep them carefully.
If you wish, however,” added he, “you can open three or four rooms,
wherein you will see plenty of gold and silver, and other precious
things. Indeed, if you much wish to do so, you can open eight of the
rooms, but let nothing in the world tempt you to open the ninth. If you
open that, woe to you!”

The king went away, leaving his son-in-law in the palace, who
immediately began to open one room after another, till he had opened
the whole eight, and he saw in all masses of all sorts of precious
things. When he stood before the door of the ninth room, he said to
himself, “I have passed luckily through all kinds of adventures, and
now I must not dare to open this door!” thereupon he opened it. And
what did he see? In the room was a man, whose legs were bound in iron
up to the knees, and his arms to the elbows; in the four corners of the
chamber there were four columns, and from each an iron chain, and all
the chains met in a ring round the man’s neck. So fast was he bound
that he could not move at all any way. In the front of him was a
reservoir, and from it water was streaming through a golden pipe into a
golden basin, just before him. Near him stood, also, a golden mug, all
covered with precious stones. The man looked at the water and longed to
drink, but he could not move to reach the cup. When the king’s son saw
that, he was greatly surprised, and stepped back; but the man cried,
“Come in, I conjure you in the name of the living God!” Then the prince
again approached, and the man said, “Do a good deed for the sake of the
life hereafter. Give me a cup of water to drink, and be assured you
will receive, as a recompense from me, another life.” The king’s son
thought, “It is well, after all, to have two lives,” so he took the mug
and filled it, and gave it to the man, who emptied it at once. Then the
prince asked him, “Now tell me, what is your name?” And the man
answered, “My name is True Steel.” The king’s son moved to go away, but
the man begged again, “Give me yet one cup of water, and I will give
you in addition a second life.” The prince said to himself, “One life
is mine already, and he offers to give me another—that is, indeed,
wonderful!” So he took the mug and gave it to him, and the man drank it
up. The prince began already to fasten the door, while the man called
to him, “Oh, my brave one, come back a moment! You have done two good
deeds, do yet a third one and I will give you a third life. Take the
mug, fill it with water, and pour the water on my head, and for that I
will give you a third life.” When the king’s son heard that, he turned,
filled the beaker with water, and poured it over the man’s head. The
moment the water met his head all the fastenings around the man’s neck
broke, all the iron chains burst asunder. True Steel jumped up like
lightning, spread his wings, and started to fly, taking with him the
king’s daughter, the wife of his deliverer, with whom he disappeared.
What was to be done now? The prince was afraid of the king’s anger.

When the king returned from the chase, his son-in-law told him all that
had happened, and the king was very sorry and said to him, “Why did you
do this? I told you not to open the ninth room!” The king’s son
answered, “Don’t be angry with me! I will go and find True Steel and
bring my wife back!” Then the king attempted to persuade him not to go
away: “Do not go, for anything in the world!” he said; “you do not know
True Steel. It cost me very many soldiers and much money to catch him!
Better remain here, and I will find you some other maiden for a wife;
do not fear, for I love you as my own son, notwithstanding all that has
happened!” The prince, however, would not hear of remaining there, so
taking some money for his journey he saddled and bridled his horse, and
started on his travels in search of True Steel.

After travelling a long time, he one day entered a strange city, and,
as he was looking about, a girl called to him from a kiosk, “O son of
the king, dismount from your horse and come into the forecourt.” When
he entered the courtyard the girl met him, and on looking at her he
recognised his eldest sister. They greeted each other, and the sister
said to him, “Come, my brother—come with me into the kiosk.”

When they came into the kiosk, he asked her who her husband was, and
she answered, “I am married to the King of Dragons, who is also a
dragon. I must hide you well, my dear brother, for my husband has often
said that he would kill his brothers-in-law if he could only meet them.
I will try him first, and if he will promise not to injure you, I will
tell him you are here.” So she hid her brother and his horse as well as
she could. At night, supper was prepared in readiness for her husband,
and at last he came. When he came flying into the courtyard, the whole
palace shone. The moment he came in, he called his wife and said,
“Wife, there is a smell of human bones here! Tell me directly what it
is!”

“There is no one here!” said she. But he exclaimed, “That is not true!”

Then his wife said, “My dear, will you answer me truly what I am going
to ask you? Would you do any harm to my brothers, if one of them came
here to see me?” And the dragon answered, “Your eldest and your second
brother I would kill and roast, but I would do no harm to the
youngest.” Then his wife said, “Well, then, I will tell you that my
youngest brother, and your brother-in-law, is here.” When the Dragon
King heard that he said, “Let him come to me!” So the sister led the
brother before the king, her husband, and he embraced him. They kissed
each other, and the king exclaimed: “Welcome, brother-in-law!” “I hope
I find you well?” returned the prince courteously, and he told the
Dragon King all his adventures from the beginning to the end.

Then the Dragon King cried out, “And where are you going, my poor
fellow? The day before yesterday True Steel passed here carrying away
your wife. I assailed him with seven thousand dragons, yet could do him
no harm. Leave the devil in peace; I will give you as much money as you
like and then you may go home quietly.” But the king’s son would not
hear of going back, and proposed next morning to continue his journey.
When the Dragon King saw that he could not change his intention, he
took one of his feathers, and gave it into his hand, saying, “Remember
what I now say to you. Here you have one of my feathers, and if you
find True Steel and are greatly pressed, burn this feather, and I will
come in an instant to your help with all my forces.” The king’s son
took the feather and continued his journey.

After long travelling about the world he arrived at a great city, and,
as he rode through the streets, a girl called to him from a kiosk:
“Here, son of the king! Dismount and come into the courtyard!” The
prince led his horse into the yard, and behold! the second sister came
to meet him. They embraced and kissed each other, and the sister led
the brother up into the kiosk, and had his horse taken to a stable.
When they were in the kiosk, the sister asked her brother how he came
there, and he told her all his adventures. He then asked her who her
husband was. “I am married to the King of the Falcons,” she said, “and
he will come home to-night, so I must hide you somewhere, for he often
threatens my brothers.”

Shortly after she had concealed her brother, the Falcon King came home.
As soon as he alighted all the house shook. Immediately his supper was
set before him, but he said to his wife, “There are human bones
somewhere!” The wife answered, “No, my husband, there is nothing.”
After long talking, however, she asked him, “Would you harm my brothers
if they came to see me?” The Falcon King answered, “The eldest brother
and the second I would delight in torturing, but to the youngest I
would do no harm.” So she told him about her brother. Then he ordered
that they should bring him immediately; and when he saw him he rose up
and they embraced and kissed each other. “Welcome, brother-in-law!”
said the King of Falcons. “I hope you are happy, brother?” returned the
prince, and then they sat down to sup together. After supper, the
Falcon King asked his brother-in-law where he was travelling. He
replied that he was going in search of True Steel, and told the king
all that had happened.

On hearing this the Falcon King began to advise him to go no farther.
“It is no use going on,” said he. “I will tell you something of True
Steel. The day he stole your wife, I assaulted him with four thousand
falcons. We had a terrible battle with him, blood was shed till it
reached the knees, but yet we could do him no harm! Do you think now
that you alone could do anything with him? I advise you to return home.
Here is my treasure: take with you as much as you like.” But the king’s
son answered, “I thank you for all your kindness, but I cannot return.
I shall go at all events in search of True Steel!” For he thought to
himself, “Why should I not go, seeing I have three lives?” When the
Falcon King saw that he could not persuade him to go back, he took a
little feather and gave it him, saying, “Take this feather, and when
you find yourself in great need, burn it and I will instantly come with
all my powers to help you!” So the king’s son took the feather and
continued his journey, hoping to find True Steel.

After travelling for a long time about the world he came to a third
city. As he entered, a girl called to him from a kiosk, “Dismount, and
come into the courtyard.” The king’s son went into the yard, and was
surprised to find his youngest sister, who came to meet him. When they
had embraced and kissed each other, the sister led her brother to the
kiosk and sent his horse to the stables. The brother asked her, “Dear
sister, whom have you married? What is your husband?” She answered, “My
husband is the King of Eagles.”

When the Eagle King returned home in the evening his wife received him,
but he exclaimed immediately, “What man has come into my palace? Tell
me the truth instantly!” She answered, “No one is here”; and they began
their supper. By-and-by the wife said, “Tell me truly: would you do any
harm to my brothers if they came here?” The Eagle King answered, “The
eldest and second brother I would kill, but to the youngest I would do
no harm! I would help him whenever I could!” Then the wife said, “My
youngest brother, and your brother-in-law, is here; he came to see me.”
The Eagle King ordered that they should bring the prince instantly,
received him standing, kissed him, and said, “Welcome, brother-in-law!”
and the king’s son answered, “I hope you are well?” They then sat down
to their supper. During the repast they conversed about many things,
and at last the prince told the king he was travelling in search of
True Steel. When the Eagle King heard that, he tried to dissuade him
from going on, adding, “Leave the devil in peace, my brother-in-law;
give up that journey and stay with me! I will do everything to satisfy
you!” The king’s son, however, would not hear of remaining, but next
day, as soon as it was dawn, prepared to set out in search of True
Steel. Then the Eagle King, seeing that he could not persuade him to
give up his journey, plucked out one of his feathers and gave it him,
saying, “If you find yourself in great danger, my brother, make a fire
and burn this feather; I will then come to your help immediately with
all my eagles.” So the prince took the feather and went away.

After travelling for a very long time about the world, roaming from one
city to another, and always going farther and farther from his home, he
found his wife in a cavern.

When the wife saw him she was greatly astonished, and cried, “In God’s
name, my husband, how did you come here?” He told her how it all
happened, and then added, “Now let us fly!” “How can we fly,” she
asked, “when True Steel will reach us instantly? and when he does he
will kill you, and carry me back.” But the prince, knowing he had three
other lives to live, persuaded his wife to flee, and so they did. As
soon, however, as they started, True Steel heard it, and followed
immediately. When he reached them, he shouted to the king’s son, “So,
prince, you have stolen your wife!” Then, after taking the wife back,
he added, “Now, I forgive you this life, because I recollect that I
promised to give you three lives; but go away directly, and never come
here again after your wife, else you will be lost!” Thus saying, he
carried the wife away, and the prince remained alone on the spot, not
knowing what to do.

At length the prince resolved to go back to his wife. When he came near
the cave he found an opportunity when True Steel was absent, and took
his wife again and tried to escape with her.

But True Steel learned their flight directly, and ran after them. When
he reached them, he fixed an arrow to his bow, and cried to the king’s
son, “Do you prefer to die by the arrow or by the sword?” The king’s
son asked pardon, and True Steel said, “I pardon you also the second
life; but I warn you! never come here again after your wife, for I will
not pardon you any more! I shall kill you on the spot!” Saying that, he
carried the wife back to the cave, and the prince remained, thinking
all the time how he could save her.

At last he said to himself, “Why should I fear True Steel, when I have
yet two lives? One of which he has made me a present, and one which is
my own?” So he decided to return again to the cave next morning, when
True Steel was absent. He saw his wife, and said to her, “Let us fly!”
She objected, saying, “It is of no use to fly, when True Steel would
certainly overtake us.” However, her husband forced her to go with him,
and they went away. True Steel, however, overtook them quickly, and
shouted, “Wait a bit! This time I will not pardon you!” The prince
became afraid, and begged him to pardon him also this time, and True
Steel said to him, “You know I promised to give you three lives, so now
I give you this one, but it is the third and last. Now you have only
one life, so go home, and do not risk losing the one life God gave
you!”

Then the prince, seeing he could do nothing against this great power,
turned back, reflecting, however, all the time, as to the best way of
getting his wife back from True Steel.

At last, he remembered what his brothers-in-law had said to him when
they gave him their feathers. Then he said to himself, “I will try this
fourth time to get my wife back; if I come to trouble, I will burn the
feathers, and see if my brothers-in-law will come to help me.”

Hereupon he went back once more towards the cavern wherein his wife was
kept, and, as he saw from a distance that True Steel was just leaving
the cave, he went near and showed himself to his wife. She was
surprised and terrified, and exclaimed, “Are you so tired of your life
that you come back again to me?” Then he told her about his
brothers-in-law, and how each of them had given him one of their
feathers, and had promised to come to help him whenever he needed their
assistance. “Therefore,” added he, “I am come once more to take you
away; let us start at once.”

This they did. The same moment, however, True Steel heard of it, and
shouted from afar, “Stop, prince! You cannot run away!” And then the
king’s son, seeing True Steel so near him, quickly took out a flint and
tinder-box, struck some sparks, and burned all three feathers. Whilst
he was doing this, however, True Steel reached him, and, with his
sword, cut the prince in two parts. That moment came the King of
Dragons, rushing with his whole army of dragons, the King of Falcons,
with all his falcons, and the King of Eagles, with his mighty host of
eagles, and they all attacked True Steel. Torrents of blood were shed,
but after all True Steel caught up the woman and fled away.

Then the three kings gave all their attention to their brother-in-law,
and determined to bring him back to life. Thereupon they asked three of
the most active dragons which of them could bring them, in the shortest
time, some water from the river Jordan.

One said, “I could bring it in half an hour.” The second said, “I can
go and return in ten minutes.” The third dragon said, “I can bring it
in nine seconds.” Then the three kings said to the last one, “Go,
dragon; and make haste!” Then this dragon exhibited all his fiery
might, and in nine seconds, as he had promised, he came back with water
from the Jordan.

The kings took the water and poured it on the places where the prince
was wounded, and, as they did so, the wound closed up, the body joined
together, and the king’s son sprang up alive.

Then the three kings counselled him: “Now that you are saved from
death, go home!” But the prince answered, he would at all events yet
once more try to get his wife back. The kings, his brothers-in-law,
again spoke, “Do not try again! Indeed, you will be lost if you go, for
now you have only one life which God gave you!”

The king’s son, however, would not listen to their advice. So the kings
told him, “Well, then, if you are still determined to go, at least do
not take your wife away immediately, but tell her to ask True Steel
where his strength lies, and then come and tell us, in order that we
may help you to conquer him!”

So the prince went secretly and saw his wife, and told her how she
could persuade True Steel to tell her where his strength was. He then
left her and went away.

When True Steel came home, the wife of the king’s son asked him, “Tell
me, now, where is your great strength?” He answered, “My wife, my
strength is in my sword!” Then she began to pray, and turned to his
sword. When True Steel saw that, he burst out laughing, and said, “O
foolish woman! my strength is not in my sword, but in my bow and
arrows!” Then she turned towards the bow and arrows and prayed.

Then True Steel said, “I see, my wife, you have a clever teacher who
has taught you to find out where my strength lies! I could almost say
that your husband is living, and it is he who teaches you!”

But she assured him that no one taught her, for she had no longer
anyone to do so.

After some days her husband came, and when she told him she could not
learn anything from True Steel, he said, “Try again!” and went away.

When True Steel came home she began again to ask him the secret of his
strength. Then he answered her, “Since you think so much of my
strength, I will tell you truly where it is.” And he continued, “Far
away from this place there is a very high mountain; in the mountain
there is a fox; in the fox there is a heart; in the heart there is a
bird, and in this bird is my strength. It is no easy task, however, to
catch that fox, for she can transform herself into a multitude of
creatures.”

Next day, as soon as True Steel left the cave, the king’s son came to
his wife, and she told him all she had learned. Then the prince hurried
away to his brothers-in-law, who waited, all three impatient to see
him, and to hear where was the strength of True Steel. When they heard,
all three went away at once with the prince to find the mountain.
Having got there, they set the eagles to chase the fox, but the fox ran
to a lake, which was in the midst of the mountain, and changed herself
into a six-winged golden bird. Then the falcons pursued her, and drove
her out of the lake, and she flew into the clouds, but there the
dragons hurried after her. So she changed herself again into a fox, and
began to run along the earth, but the rest of the eagles stopped her,
surrounded, and caught her.

The three kings then ordered the fox to be killed, and her heart to be
taken out. A great fire was made and the bird was taken out of the
heart and burnt. That very moment True Steel fell down dead, and the
prince took his wife and returned home with her.








THE BITER BIT


Once upon a time there was an old man who, whenever he heard anyone
complain how many sons he had to care for, always laughed and said, “I
wish that it would please God to give me a hundred sons!”

This he said in jest; as time, however, went on he had, in reality,
neither more nor less than a hundred sons.

He had trouble enough to find different trades for his sons, but when
they were once all started in life they worked diligently and gained
plenty of money. Now, however, came a fresh difficulty. One day the
eldest son came in to his father and said, “My dear father, I think it
is quite time that I should marry.”

Hardly had he said these words before the second son came in, saying,
“Dear father, I think it is already time that you were looking out for
a wife for me.”

A moment later came in the third son, asking, “Dear father, don’t you
think it is high time that you should find me a wife?” In like manner
came the fourth and fifth, until the whole hundred had made a similar
request. All of them wished to marry, and desired their father to find
wives for them as soon as he could.

The old man was not a little troubled at these requests; he said,
however, to his sons, “Very well, my sons, I have nothing to say
against your marrying; there is, however, I foresee, one great
difficulty in the way. There are one hundred of you asking for wives,
and I hardly think we can find one hundred marriageable girls in all
the fifteen villages which are in our neighbourhood.”

To this the sons, however, answered, “Don’t be anxious about that, but
mount your horse and take in your sack sufficient engagement-cakes. You
must take, also, a stick in your hand so that you can cut a notch in it
for every girl you see. It does not signify whether she be handsome or
ugly, or lame or blind, just cut a notch in your stick for every one
you meet with.”

The old man said, “Very wisely spoken, my sons! I will do exactly as
you tell me.”

Accordingly he mounted his horse, took a sack full of cakes on his
shoulder and a long stick in his hand, and started off at once to beat
up the neighbourhood for girls to marry his sons.

The old man had travelled from village to village during a whole month,
and whenever he had seen a girl he cut a notch in his stick. But he was
getting pretty well tired, and he began to count how many notches he
had already made. When he had counted them carefully over and over
again, to be certain that he had counted all, he could only make out
seventy-four so that still twenty-six were wanting to complete the
number required. He was, however, so weary with his month’s ride, that
he determined to return home. As he rode along, he saw a priest driving
oxen yoked to a plough, and seemingly very deep in anxious thought
about something. Now the old man wondered a little to see the priest
ploughing his own corn-fields without even a boy to help him, he
therefore shouted to ask him why he drove his oxen himself. The priest,
however, did not even turn his head to see who called to him, so intent
was he in urging on his oxen and in guiding his plough.

The old man thought he had not spoken loud enough, so he shouted out
again as loud as he could, “Stop your oxen a little, and tell me why
you are ploughing yourself without even a lad to help you, and this,
too, on a holy-day?”

Now the priest—who was in a perspiration with his hard work—answered
testily, “I conjure you by your old age, leave me in peace! I cannot
tell you my ill-luck.”

At this answer, however, the old man was only the more curious, and
persisted all the more earnestly in asking questions to find out why
the priest ploughed on a Saint’s day. At last the priest, tired with
his importunity, sighed deeply and said, “Well, if you will know: I am
the only man in my household, and God has blessed me with a hundred
daughters!”

The old man was overjoyed at hearing this, and exclaimed cheerfully,
“That’s very good! It is just what I want, for I have a hundred sons,
and so, as you have a hundred daughters, we can be friends!”

The moment the priest heard this he became pleasant and talkative, and
invited the old man to pass the night in his house. Then, leaving his
plough in the field, he drove the oxen back to the village. Just before
reaching his house, however, he said to the old man, “Go yourself into
the house whilst I tie up my oxen.”

No sooner, however, had the old man entered the yard than the wife of
the priest rushed at him with a big stick, crying out, “We have not
bread enough for our hundred daughters, and we want neither beggars nor
visitors,” and with these words she drove him away.

Shortly afterwards the priest came out of the barn, and, finding the
old man sitting on the road before the gate, asked him why he had not
gone into the house as he had told him to do. Whereupon the old man
replied, “I went in, but your wife drove me away!”

Then the priest said, “Only wait here a moment till I come back to
fetch you.” He then went quickly into his house and scolded his wife
right well, saying, “What have you done? What a fine chance you have
spoiled! The man who came in was going to be our friend, for he has a
hundred sons who would gladly have married our hundred daughters!”

When the wife heard this she changed her dress hastily, and arranged
her hair and head-dress in a different fashion. Then she smiled very
sweetly, and welcomed with the greatest possible politeness the old
man, when her husband led him into the house. In fact, she pretended
that she knew nothing at all of anyone having been driven away from
their door. And as the old man wanted much to find wives for his sons,
he also pretended that he did not know that the smiling house-mistress
and the woman who drove him away with a stick were one and the
self-same person.

So the old man passed the night in the house, and next morning asked
the priest formally to give him his hundred daughters for wives for his
hundred sons. Thereupon the priest answered that he was quite willing,
and had already spoken to his daughters about the matter, and that
they, too, were all quite willing. Then the old man took out his
“engagement-cakes,” and put them on the table beside him, and gave each
of the girls a piece of money to mark them. Then each of the engaged
girls sent a small present by him to that one of his sons to whom she
was thus betrothed. These gifts the old man put in the bag wherein he
had carried the “engagement-cakes.” He then mounted his horse, and rode
off merrily homewards.

There were great rejoicings in his household when he told how
successful he had been in his search, and that he really had found a
hundred girls ready and willing to be married; and these hundred, too,
a priest’s daughters.

The sons insisted that they should begin to make the wedding
preparations without delay and commenced at once to invite the guests
who were to form part of the wedding procession to go to the priest’s
house and bring home the brides.

Here, however, another difficulty occurred. The old father must find
two hundred brideleaders (two for each bride) one hundred kooms (first
witnesses); one hundred starisvats (second witnesses); one hundred
chaious (running footmen who go before the processions) and three
hundred vojvodes (standard-bearers); and, besides these, a respectable
number of other guests.

To find all these persons the father had to hunt throughout the
neighbourhood for three years; at last, however, they were all found,
and a day was appointed when they were to meet at his house and go
thence in procession to the house of the priest.

On the appointed day all the invited guests gathered at the old man’s
house. With great noise and confusion, after a fair amount of feasting,
the wedding procession was formed properly, and set out for the house
of the priest, where the hundred brides were already prepared for their
departure for their new home.

So great was the confusion, indeed, that the old man quite forgot to
take with him one of the hundred sons, and never missed him in the
greeting and talking and drinking he was obliged, as father of the
bridegrooms, to go through. Now the young man had worked so long and so
hard in preparing for the wedding-day that he never woke up till long
after the procession had started and everyone had had, like his father,
too much to do and too many things to think of to miss him.

The wedding procession arrived in good order at the priest’s house,
where a feast was already spread out for them. Having done honour to
the various good things, and having gone through all the ceremonies
usual on such occasions, the hundred brides were given over to their
“leaders,” and the procession started on its return to the old man’s
house. But, as they did not set off until pretty late in the afternoon,
it was decided that the night should be spent somewhere on the road.
When they came, therefore, to a certain river named “Luckless,” as it
was already dark, some of the men proposed that the party should pass
the night by the side of the water without crossing over. However, some
others of the chief of the party so warmly advised the crossing the
river and encamping on the other bank, that this course was at length,
after a very lively discussion, determined on; accordingly the
procession began to move over the bridge.

Just, however, as the wedding party were half-way across the bridge its
two sides began to draw nearer each other, and pressed the people so
close together that they had hardly room to breathe—much less could
they move forwards or backwards.

They were kept for some time in this position, some shouting and
scolding, others quiet because frightened, until at length a black
giant appeared, and shouted to them in a terribly loud voice, “Who are
you all? Where do you come from? Where are you going?”

Some of the bolder among them answered, “We are going to our old
friend’s house, taking home the hundred brides for his hundred sons;
but unluckily we ventured on this bridge after nightfall, and it has
pressed us so tightly together that we cannot move one way or the
other.”

“And where is your old friend?” inquired the black giant.

Now all the wedding guests turned their eyes towards the old man.
Thereupon he turned towards the giant, who instantly said to him,
“Listen, old man! Will you give me what you have forgotten at home, if
I let your friends pass over the bridge?”

The old man considered some time what it might be that he had forgotten
at home, but at last, not being able to recollect anything in
particular that he had left, and hearing on all sides the groans and
moans of his guests, he replied, “Well, I will give it you, if you will
only let the procession pass over.”

Then the black giant said to the party, “You all hear what he has
promised, and are all my witnesses to the bargain. In three days I
shall come to fetch what I have bargained for.”

Having said this, the black giant widened the bridge and the whole
procession passed on to the other bank in safety. The people, however,
no longer wished to spend the night on the way, so they moved on as
fast as they could, and early in the morning reached the old man’s
house.

As everybody talked of the strange adventure they had met with, the
eldest son, who had been left at home, soon began to understand how the
matter stood, and went to his father saying, “O my father! you have
sold me to the black giant!”

Then the old man was very sorry, and troubled; but his friends
comforted him, saying, “Don’t be frightened! nothing will come of it.”

The marriage ceremonies were celebrated with great rejoicings. Just,
however, as the festivities were at their height, on the third day, the
black giant appeared at the gate and shouted, “Now, give me at once
what you have promised.”

The old man, trembling all over, went forward and asked him, “What do
you want?”

“Nothing but what you have promised me!” returned the black giant.

As he could not break his promise, the old man, very much distressed,
was then obliged to deliver up his eldest son to the giant, who
thereupon said, “Now I shall take your son with me, but after three
years have passed you can come to the Luckless River and take him
away.”

Having said this the black giant disappeared, taking with him the young
man, whom he carried off to his workshop as an apprentice to the trade
of witchcraft.

From that time the poor old man had not a single moment of happiness.
He was always sad and anxious, and counted every year, and month, and
week, and even every day, until the dawn of the last day of the three
years. Then he took a staff in his hand and hurried off to the bank of
the river Luckless. As soon as he reached the river, he was met by the
black giant, who asked him, “Why are you come?” The old man answered
that he had come to take home his son, according to his agreement.

Thereupon the giant brought out a tray on which stood a sparrow, a
turtle-dove, and a quail, and said to the old man, “Now, if you can
tell which of these is your son, you may take him away.”

The poor old father looked intently at the three birds, one after the
other, and over and over again, but at last he was forced to own that
he could not tell which of them was his son. So he was obliged to go
away by himself, and was far more miserable than before. He had hardly,
however, got half-way home when he thought he would go back to the
river and take one of the birds which he remembered had looked at him
intently.

When he reached the river Luckless he was again met by the black giant,
who brought out the tray again, and placed on it this time a partridge,
a tit-mouse, and a thrush, saying, “Now, my old man, find out which is
your son!”

The anxious father again looked at one bird after the other, but he
felt more uncertain than before, and so, crying bitterly, again went
away.

Just as the old man was going through a forest, which was between the
river Luckless and his house, an old woman met him, and said, “Stop a
moment! Where are you hurrying to? And why are you in such trouble?”
Now, the old man was so deeply musing over his great unhappiness that
he did not at first attend to the old woman; but she followed him,
calling after him, and repeating her questions with more earnestness.
So he stopped at last, and told her what a terrible misfortune had
fallen upon him. When the old woman had listened to the whole story,
she said cheerfully, “Don’t be cast down! Don’t be afraid! Go back
again to the river, and, when the giant brings out the three birds,
look into their eyes sharply. When you see that one of the birds has a
tear in one of its eyes, seize that bird and hold it fast, for it has a
human soul.”

The old man thanked her heartily for her advice, and turned back, for
the third time, towards the Luckless River. Again the black giant
appeared, and looked very merry whilst he brought out his tray and put
upon it a sparrow, a dove, and a woodpecker, saying, “My old man! find
out which is your son!” Then the father looked sharply into the eyes of
the birds, and saw that from the right eye of the dove a tear dropped
slowly down. In a moment he grasped the bird tightly, saying, “This is
my son!” The next moment he found himself holding fast his eldest son
by the shoulder, and so, singing and shouting in his great joy, took
him quickly home and gave him over to his eldest daughter-in-law, the
wife of his son.

Now, for some time they all lived together very happily. One day,
however, the young man said to his father, “Whilst I was apprentice in
the workshop of the black giant, I learned a great many tricks of
witchcraft. Now I intend to change myself into a fine horse, and you
shall take me to market and sell me for a good sum of money. But be
sure not to give up the halter.”

The father did as the son had said. Next market-day he went to the city
with a fine horse which he offered for sale. Many buyers came round
him, admiring the horse, and bidding large sums for it, so that at last
the old man was able to sell it for two thousand ducats. When he
received the money, he took good care not to let go the halter, and he
returned home far richer than he ever dreamt of being.

A few days later, the man who had bought the horse sent his servant
with it to the river to bathe, and, whilst in the water, the horse got
loose from the servant and galloped off into the neighbouring forest.
There he changed himself back into his real shape, and returned to his
father’s house.

After some time had passed, the young man said one day to his father,
“Now I will change myself into an ox, and you can take me to market to
sell me; but take care not to give up the rope with which you lead me.”

So next market-day the old man went to the city leading a very fine ox,
and soon found a buyer, who offered him ten times the usual price paid
for an ox. The buyer asked also for the rope to lead the animal home,
but the old man said, “What do you want with such an old thing? You had
better buy a new one!” and he went off taking with him the rope.

That evening, whilst the servants of the buyer were driving the ox to
the field, he ran away into a wood near, and, having taken there his
human shape, returned home to his father’s house.

On the eve of the next market-day, the young man said to his father,
“Now I will change myself into a cow with golden horns, and you can
sell me as before, only take care not to give up the string.”

Accordingly he changed himself next morning into a cow, and the old man
took it to the market-place, and asked for it three hundred crowns.

But the black giant had learnt that his former apprentice was making a
great deal of money by practising the trade he had taught him, and,
being jealous at this, he determined to put an end to the young man’s
gains.

Therefore, on the third day he came to the market himself as a buyer,
and the moment he saw the beautiful cow with golden horns he knew that
it could be no other than his former apprentice. So he came up to the
old man, and, having outbid all the other would-be purchasers, paid at
once the price he had agreed on. Having done this, he caught the string
in his hand, and tried to wrench it from the terrified old man, who
called out, “I have not sold you the string, but the cow!” and held the
string as fast as he could with both hands.

“Oh, no!” said the buyer, “I have the law and custom on my side!
Whoever buys a cow, buys also the string with which it is led!” Some of
the amused and astonished lookers-on said that this was quite true,
therefore the old man was obliged to give up the string.

The black giant, well satisfied with his purchase, took the cow with
him to his castle, and, after having put iron chains on her legs,
fastened her in a cellar. Every morning the giant gave the cow some
water and hay, but he never unchained her.

One evening, however, the cow, with incessant struggles, managed to get
free from the chains, and immediately opened the cellar-door with her
horns and ran away.

Next morning the black giant went as usual into the cellar, carrying
the hay and water for the cow; but seeing she had got free and run
away, he threw the hay down, and started off at once to pursue her.

When he came within sight of her, he turned himself into a wolf and ran
at her with great fury; but his clever apprentice changed himself
instantly from a cow into a bear, whereupon the giant turned himself
from a wolf into a lion; the bear then turned into a tiger, and the
lion changed into a crocodile, whereupon the tiger turned into a
sparrow. Upon this the giant changed from the form of a crocodile into
a hawk, and the apprentice immediately changed into a hare; on seeing
which, the hawk became a greyhound. Then the apprentice changed from a
hare into a falcon, and the greyhound into an eagle; whereupon the
apprentice changed into a fish. The giant then turned from an eagle
into a mouse, and immediately the apprentice, as a cat, ran after him;
then the giant turned himself into a heap of millet, and the apprentice
transformed himself into a hen and chickens, which very greedily picked
up all the millet except one single seed, in which the master was, who
changed himself into a squirrel; instantly, however, the apprentice
became a hawk, and, pouncing on the squirrel, killed it.

In this way the apprentice beat his master, the black giant, and
revenged himself for all the sufferings he had endured whilst learning
the trade of witchcraft. Having killed the squirrel, the hawk took his
proper shape again, and the young man returned joyfully to his father,
whom he made immensely rich.








THE TRADE THAT NO ONE KNOWS


A long while ago there lived a poor old couple, who had an only son.
The old man and his wife worked very hard to nourish their child well
and bring him up properly, hoping that he, in return, would take care
of them in their old age.

When, however, the boy had grown up, he said to his parents, “I am a
man now, and I intend to marry, so I wish you to go at once to the king
and ask him to give me his daughter for wife.” The astonished parents
rebuked him, saying, “What can you be thinking of? We have only this
poor hut to shelter us, and hardly bread enough to eat, and we dare not
presume to go into the king’s presence, much less can we venture to ask
for his daughter to be your wife.”

The son, however, insisted that they should do as he said, threatening
that if they did not comply with his wishes he would leave them, and go
away into the world. Seeing that he was really in earnest in what he
said, the unhappy parents promised him they would go and ask for the
king’s daughter. Then the old mother made a wedding cake in her son’s
presence, and, when it was ready, she put it in a bag, took her staff
in her hand, and went straight to the palace where the king lived.
There the king’s servants bade her come in, and led her into the hall
where his Majesty was accustomed to receive the poor people who came to
ask alms or to present petitions.

The poor old woman stood in the hall, confused and ashamed at her
worn-out, shabby clothes, and looking as if she were made of stone,
until the king said to her kindly, “What do you want from me, old
mother?”

She dared not, however, tell his Majesty why she had come, so she
stammered out in her confusion, “Nothing, your Majesty.”

Then the king smiled a little and said, “Perhaps you come to ask alms?”

Then the old woman, much abashed, replied, “Yes, your Majesty, if you
please!”

Thereupon the king called his servants and ordered them to give the old
woman ten crowns, which they did. Having received this money, she
thanked his Majesty, and returned home, saying to herself, “I dare say
when my son sees all this money he will not think any more of going
away from us.”

In this thought, however, she was quite mistaken, for no sooner had she
entered the hut than the son came to her and asked impatiently, “Well,
mother, have you done as I asked you?”

At this she exclaimed, “Do give up, once for all, this silly fancy, my
son. How could you expect me to ask the king for his daughter to be
your wife? That would be a bold thing for a rich nobleman to do, how
then can we think of such a thing? Anyhow, I dared not say one word to
the king about it. But only look what a lot of money I have brought
back. Now you can look for a wife suitable for you, and then you will
forget the king’s daughter.”

When the young man heard his mother speak thus, he grew very angry, and
said to her, “What do I want with the king’s money? I don’t want his
money, but I do want his daughter! I see you are only playing with me,
so I shall leave you. I will go away somewhere—anywhere—wherever my
eyes lead me.”

Then the poor old parents prayed and begged him not to go away from
them, and leave them alone in their old age; but they could only quiet
him by promising faithfully that the mother should go again next day to
the king, and this time really ask him to give his daughter to her son
for a wife.

In the morning, therefore, the old woman went again to the palace, and
the servants showed her into the same hall she had been in before. The
king, seeing her stand there, inquired, “What want you, my old woman,
now?”

She was, however, so ashamed that she could hardly stammer, “Nothing,
please, your Majesty.”

The king, supposing that she came again to beg, ordered his servants to
give her this time also ten crowns.

With this money the poor woman returned to her hut, where her son met
her, asking, “Well, mother, this time I hope you have done what I asked
you?” But she replied, “Now, my dear son, do leave the king’s daughter
in peace. How can you really think of such a thing? Even if she would
marry you, where is the house to bring her to? So be quiet, and take
this money which I have brought you.”

At these words the son was more angry than before, and said sharply,
“As I see you will not let me marry the king’s daughter, I will leave
you this moment and never come back again”; and, rushing out of the
hut, he ran away. His parents hurried after him, and at length
prevailed on him to return, by swearing to him that his mother should
go again to the king next morning and really and in truth ask his
Majesty this time for his daughter.

So the young man agreed to go back home and wait until the next day.

On the morrow the old woman, with a heavy heart, went to the palace,
and was shown as before into the king’s presence. Seeing her there for
the third time, his Majesty asked her impatiently, “What do you want
this time, old woman?” And she, trembling all over, said, “Please, your
Majesty—nothing.” Then the king exclaimed, “But it cannot be nothing.
Something you must want, so tell me the truth at once, if you value
your life!” Thereupon the old woman was forced to tell all the story to
the king; how her son had a great desire to marry the princess, and so
had forced her to come and ask the king to give her to him for wife.

When the king had heard everything, he said, “Well, after all, I shall
say nothing against it if my daughter will consent to it.” He then told
his servants to lead the princess into his presence. When she came he
told her all about the affair, and asked her, “Are you willing to marry
the son of this old woman?”

The princess answered, “Why not? If only he learns first the trade that
no one knows!” Thereupon the king bade his attendants give money to the
poor woman, who now went back to her hut with a light heart.

The moment she entered, her son asked her, “Have you engaged her?” And
she returned, “Do let me get my breath a little! Well, now I have
really asked the king; but it is of no use, for the princess declares
she will not marry you until you have learnt the trade that no one
knows!”

“Oh, that matters nothing!” exclaimed the son. “Now I only know the
condition, it’s all right!” The next morning the young man set out on
his travels through the world in search of a man who could teach him
the trade that no one knows. He wandered about a long time without
being able to find out where he could learn such a trade. At length one
day, being quite tired out with walking and very sad, he sat down on a
fallen log by the wayside. After he had sat thus a little while, an old
woman came up to him, and asked, “Why art thou so sad, my son?” And he
answered, “What is the use of your asking, when you cannot help me?”
But, she continued, “Only tell me what is the matter, and perhaps I can
help you.” Then he said, “Well, if you must know, the matter is this: I
have been travelling about the world a long time to find a master who
can teach me the trade which no one knows.” “Oh, if it is only that,”
cried the old woman, “just listen to me! Don’t be afraid, but go
straight into the forest which lies before you, and there you will find
what you want.”

The young man was very glad to hear this, and got up at once and went
to the forest. When he had gone pretty far in the wood, he saw a large
castle, and, whilst he stood looking at it and wondering what it was,
four giants came out of it and ran up to him, shouting, “Do you wish to
learn the trade that no one knows?” He said, “Yes; that is just the
reason why I come here.” Whereupon they took him into the castle.

Next morning the giants prepared to go out hunting, and, before
leaving, they said to him, “You must on no account go into the first
room by the dining-hall.” Hardly, however, were the giants well out of
sight before the young man began to reason thus with himself: “I see
very well that I have come into a place from which I shall never go out
alive with my head, so I may as well see what is in the room, come what
may afterwards.” So he went and opened the door a little and peeped in.
There stood a golden ass, bound to a golden manger. He looked at it a
little, and was just going to shut the door when the ass said, “Come
and take the halter from my head, and keep it hidden about you. It will
serve you well if you only understand how to use it.” So he took the
halter, and, after fastening the room door, quickly concealed it under
his clothes. He had not sat very long before the giants came home. They
asked him at once if he had been in the first room, and he, much
frightened, replied, “No, I have not been in.” “But we know that you
have been!” said the giants in great anger, and, seizing some large
sticks, they beat him so severely that he could hardly stand on his
feet. It was very lucky for him that he had the halter wound round his
body under his clothes, or else he would certainly have been killed.

The next day the giants again prepared to go out hunting, but before
leaving him they ordered him on no account to enter the second room.

Almost as soon as the giants had gone away he became so very curious to
see what might be in the second room, that he could not resist going to
the door. He stood there a little, thinking within himself, “Well, I am
already more dead than alive, much worse cannot happen to me!” and so
he opened the door and looked in. There he was surprised to see a very
beautiful girl, dressed all in gold and silver, who sat combing her
hair, and setting in every tress a large diamond. He stood admiring her
a little while, and was just going to shut the door again, when she
spoke, “Wait a minute, young man. Come and take this key, and mind you
keep it safely. It will serve you some time, if you only know how to
use it.” So he went in and took the key from the girl, and then, going
out, fastened the door and went and sat down in the same place he had
sat before.

He had not remained there very long before the giants came home from
hunting. The moment they entered the house they took up their large
sticks to beat him, asking, at the same time, whether he had been in
the second room.

Shaking all over with fear, he answered them, “No, I have not!”

“But we know that you have been,” shouted the giants in great anger,
and they then beat him worse than on the first day.

The next morning, as the giants went out as usual to hunt, they said to
him, “Do not go into the third room, for anything in the world; for if
you do go in we shall not forgive you as we did yesterday, and the day
before! We shall kill you outright!” No sooner, however, had the giants
gone out of sight, than the young man began to say to himself, “Most
likely they will kill me, whether I go into the room or not. Besides,
if they do not kill me, they have beaten me so badly already that I am
sure I cannot live long, so, anyhow, I will go and see what is in the
third room.” Then he got up and went and opened the door.

He was quite shocked, however, when he saw that the room was full of
human heads! These heads belonged to young men who had come, like
himself, to learn the trade that no one knows, and who, not having
obeyed faithfully and strictly the orders of the giants, had been
killed by them.

The young man was turning quickly to go away, when one of the heads
called out, “Don’t be afraid, but come in!” Thereupon he went into the
room. Then the head gave him an iron chain, and said, “Take care of
this chain, for it will serve you some time if you know how to use it!”
So he took the chain, and going out fastened the door.

He went and sat down in the usual place to wait for the coming home of
the giants, and, as he waited, he grew quite frightened, for he fully
expected that they would really kill him this time.

The instant the giants came home they took up their thick sticks and
began to beat him without stopping to ask anything. They beat him so
terribly that he was all but dead; then they threw him out of the
house, saying to him, “Go away now, since you have learnt the trade
that no one knows!” When he had lain a long time on the ground where
they had thrown him, feeling very sore and miserable, at length he
tried to move away, saying to himself, “Well, if they really have
taught me the trade that no one knows, for the sake of the king’s
daughter I can suffer gladly all this pain, if I can only win her!”

After travelling for a long time, the young man came at last to the
palace of the king whose daughter he wished to marry. When he saw the
palace, he was exceedingly sad, and remembered the words of the
princess; for, after all his wanderings and sufferings, he had learnt
no trade, and had never been able to find what trade it was “that no
one knows.” Whilst considering what he had better do, he suddenly
recollected the halter, the key, and the iron chain, which he had
carried concealed about him ever since he left the castle of the four
giants. He then said to himself, “Let me see what these things can do!”
So he took the halter and struck the earth with it, and immediately a
handsome horse, beautifully caparisoned, stood before him. Then he
struck the ground with the iron chain, and instantly a hare and a
greyhound appeared, and the hare began to run quickly and the greyhound
to follow her. In a moment the young man hardly knew himself, for he
found himself in a fine hunting-dress, riding on the horse after the
hare, which took a path that passed immediately under the windows of
the king’s palace.

Now, it happened that the king stood at a window looking out, and
noticed at once the beautiful greyhound which was chasing the hare, and
the very handsome horse which a huntsman in a splendid dress was
mounted on. The king was so pleased with the appearance of the horse
and the greyhound, that he called instantly some of his servants, and,
sending them after the strange rider, bade them invite him to come to
the palace. The young man, however, hearing some people coming behind
him calling and shouting, rode quickly behind a thick bush, and shook a
little the halter and the iron chain. In a moment the horse, the
greyhound, and the hare had vanished, and he found himself sitting on
the ground under the trees dressed in his old shabby clothes. By this
time the king’s servants had come up, and, seeing him sitting there,
they asked him whether he had seen a fine huntsman on a beautiful horse
pass that way. But he answered them rudely, “No! I have not seen anyone
pass, neither do I care to look to see who passes!”

Then the king’s servants went on and searched the forest, calling and
shouting as loudly as they could, but it was all in vain; they could
neither see nor hear anything of the hunter. At length they went back
to the king, and told him that the horse the huntsman rode was so
exceedingly quick that they could not hear anything of him in the
forest.

The young man now resolved to go to the hut where his old parents
lived; and they were glad to see that he had come back to them once
more.

Next morning, the son said to his father, “Now, father, I will show you
what I have learned. I will change myself into a beautiful horse, and
you must lead me into the city and sell me, but be very careful not to
give away the halter, or else I shall remain always a horse!”
Accordingly, in a moment he changed himself into a horse of
extraordinary beauty, and the father took him to the market-place to
sell him. Very soon a great number of people gathered round the horses
wondering at his unusual beauty, and very high prices were offered for
him; the old man, however, raised the price higher and higher at every
offer.

The news spread quickly about the city that a wonderfully handsome
horse was for sale in the market-place, and at length the king himself
heard of it, and sent some servants to bring the horse, that he might
see it. The old man led the horse at once before the palace, and the
king, after looking at it for some time with great admiration, could
not help exclaiming, “By my word, though I am a king, I never yet saw,
much less rode, so handsome a horse!” Then he asked the old man if he
would sell it him. “I will sell it to your Majesty, very willingly,”
said the old man; “but I will sell only the horse, and not the halter.”
Thereupon the king laughed, saying, “What should I want with your dirty
halter? For such a horse I will have a halter of gold made!” So the
horse was sold to the king for a very high price, and the old man
returned home with the money.

Next morning, however, there was a great stir and much consternation in
the royal stables, for the beautiful horse had vanished somehow during
the night. And at the time when the horse disappeared, the young man
returned to his parents’ hut.

A day or two afterwards the young man said to his father, “Now I will
turn myself into a fine church not far from the king’s palace, and if
the king wishes to buy it you may sell it him, only be sure not to part
with the key or else I must remain always a church!”

When the king got up that morning and went to his window to look out,
he saw a beautiful church which he had never noticed before. Then he
sent his servants out to see what it was, and soon after they came back
saying, that “the church belonged to an old pilgrim, who told them that
he was willing to sell it if the king wished to buy it.” Then the king
sent to ask what price he would sell it for, and the pilgrim replied,
“It is worth a great deal of money.”

Whilst the servants were bargaining with the father an old woman came
up. Now this was the same old woman who had sent the young man to the
castle of the four giants, and she herself had been there and had
learnt the trade that no one knew. As she understood at once all about
the church, and had no mind to have a rival in the trade, she resolved
to put an end to the young man. For this purpose she began to outbid
the king, and offered, at last, so very large a sum of ready money,
that the old man was quite astonished and confused at seeing the money
which she showed him. He accordingly accepted her offer, but whilst he
was counting the money, quite forgot about the key. Before long,
however, he recollected what his son had said, and then, fearing some
mischief, he ran after the old woman and demanded the key back. But the
old woman could not be persuaded to give back the key, and said it
belonged to the church which she had bought and paid for. Seeing she
would not give up the key, the old man grew more and more alarmed, lest
some ill should befall his son, so he took hold of the old woman by the
neck and forced her to drop the key. She struggled very hard to get it
back again, and, whilst the old man and she wrestled together, the key
changed itself suddenly into a dove and flew away high in the air over
the palace gardens.

When the old woman saw this, she changed herself into a hawk and chased
the dove. Just, however, as the hawk was about to pounce upon it, the
dove turned itself into a beautiful bouquet, and dropped down into the
hand of the king’s daughter who happened to be walking in the garden.
Then the hawk changed again into the old woman, who went to the gate of
the palace and begged very hard that the princess would give her that
bouquet, or, at least, one single flower from it.

But the princess said, “No! not for anything in the world. These
flowers fell to me from heaven!” The old woman, however, was determined
to get one flower from the bouquet, so, seeing the princess would not
hear her, she went straight to the king, and begged piteously that he
would order his daughter to give her one of the flowers from her
bouquet. The king, thinking the old woman wanted one of the flowers to
cure some disease, called his daughter to him, and told her to give one
to the beggar.

But just as the king said this, the bouquet changed itself into a heap
of millet-seed and scattered itself all over the ground. Then the old
woman quickly changed herself into a hen and chickens, and began
greedily to pick up the seeds. Suddenly, however, the millet vanished,
and in its place appeared a fox, which sprang on the hen and killed
her.

Then the fox changed into the young man, who explained to the
astonished king and princess that he it was who had demanded the hand
of the princess, and that, in order to obtain it, he had wandered all
over the world in search of someone who could teach him “the trade that
no one knows.”

When the king and his daughter heard this, they gladly fulfilled their
part of the bargain, seeing how well the young man had fulfilled his.

Then, shortly afterwards, the king’s daughter married the son of the
poor old couple; and the king built for the princess and her husband a
palace close to his own. There they lived long and had plenty of
children, and people say that some of their descendants are living at
present, and that these go constantly to pray in the church, which is
always open because the key of it turned itself into a young man who
married the king’s daughter after he had shown to her that he had done
as she wished, and learnt, for her sake, “the trade that no one knows.”








THE THREE SUITORS


In a very remote country there formerly lived a king who had only one
child—an exceedingly beautiful daughter. The princess had a great
number of suitors, and amongst them were three young noblemen, whom the
king loved much. As, however, the king liked the three nobles equally
well, he could not decide to which of the three he should give his
daughter as a wife. One day, therefore, he called the three young
noblemen to him, and said, “Go, all of you, and travel about the world.
The one of you who brings home the most remarkable thing shall become
my son-in-law!”

The three suitors started at once on their travels, each of them taking
opposite ways, and going in search of remarkable things into distant
and different countries.

A long time had not passed before one of the young nobles found a
wonderful carpet which would carry rapidly through the air whoever sat
upon it.

Another of them found a marvellous telescope, through which he could
see everybody and everything in the world, and even the many-coloured
sands at the bottom of the great deep sea.

The third found a wonder-working ointment, which could cure every
disease in the world, and even bring dead people back to life again.

Now the three noble travellers were far distant from each other when
they found these wonderful things. But when the young man who had found
the telescope looked through it he saw one of his former friends and
present rivals walking with a carpet on his shoulder, and so he set out
to join him. As he could always see, by means of his marvellous
telescope, where the other nobleman was, he had no great difficulty in
finding him, and when the two had met, they sat side by side on the
wonderful carpet, and it carried them through the air until they had
joined the third traveller.

One day, when each of them had been telling of the remarkable things he
had seen in his travels, one of them exclaimed suddenly, “Now let us
see what the beautiful princess is doing, and where she is.” Then the
noble who had found the telescope looked through it and saw, to his
great surprise and dismay, that the king’s daughter was lying very
sick, and at the point of death. He told this to his two friends and
rivals, and they, too, were as thunderstruck at the bad news—until the
one who had found the wonder-working ointment, remembering it suddenly,
exclaimed, “I am sure I could cure her, if I could only reach the
palace soon enough!” On hearing this, the noble who had found the
wonderful carpet, cried out, “Let us sit down on my carpet, and it will
quickly carry us to the king’s palace!”

Thereupon the three nobles gently placed themselves on the carpet,
which rose instantly in the air, and carried them direct to the king’s
palace.

The king received them immediately, but said very sadly, “I am sorry
for you, for all your travels have been in vain. My daughter is just
dying, so she can marry none of you!”

But the nobleman who possessed the wonder-working ointment said
respectfully, “Do not fear, sire, the princess will not die!” And on
being permitted to enter the apartment where she lay sick, he placed
the ointment so that she could smell it. In a few moments the princess
revived, and when her waiting-women had rubbed a little of the ointment
on her skin she recovered so quickly that in a few days she was better
than she had been before she was taken ill.

The king was so glad to have his daughter given back to him, as he
thought, from the grave, that he declared that she should marry no one
but the young nobleman whose wonderful ointment had cured her.

But now a great dispute arose between the three young nobles; the one
who possessed the ointment affirmed that had he not found it the
princess would have died, and could not, therefore, have married
anyone; the noble who owned the telescope declared that had he not
found the wonderful telescope they would never have known that the
princess was dying, and so his friend would not have brought the
ointment to cure her; whilst the third noble proved to them that had he
not found the wonderful carpet, neither the finding of the ointment nor
the telescope would have helped the princess, since they could not have
travelled such a great distance in time to save her.

The king, overhearing this dispute, called the young noblemen to him,
and said to them, “My lords, from what you have said, I see that I
cannot, with justice, give my daughter to any of you; therefore, I pray
you to give up altogether the idea of marrying her, and that you
continue friends as you always were before you became rivals.”

The three young nobles saw that the king had decided justly; so they
all left their native country, and went into a far-off desert to live
like hermits. And the king gave the princess to another of his great
nobles.

Many, many years had passed away since the marriage of the princess,
when her husband was sent by her father to a distant country with which
the king was waging war. The nobleman took his wife, the princess, with
him, as he was uncertain how long he might be forced to remain abroad.
Now it happened that a violent storm arose just as the vessel, in which
the princess and her husband were, was approaching a strange coast, and
in the height of the great tempest the ship dashed on some rocks, and
went to pieces instantly. All the people on board perished in the
waves, excepting only the princess, who clung very fast to a boat, and
was carried by the wind and the tide to the sea-shore. There she found
what seemed to be an uninhabited country, and, finding a small cave in
a rock she lived in it alone three years, feeding on wild herbs and
fruits. She searched every day to find some way out of the forest which
surrounded her cave, but could find none. One day, however, when she
had wandered farther than usual from the cave where she lived, she came
suddenly on another cave, which had, to her great astonishment, a small
door. She tried over and over again to open the door, thinking she
would pass the night in the cave; but all her efforts were unavailing,
it was shut so fast. At length, however, a deep voice from within the
cave called out, “Who is at the door?”

At this the princess was so surprised that she could not answer for
some moments; when, however, she had recovered a little, she said,
“Open me the door!” Immediately the door was opened from within, and
she saw, with sudden terror, an old man with a thick grey beard
reaching below his waist, and long white hair flowing over his
shoulders.

What frightened the princess the more was her finding a man living here
in the same desert where she had lived herself three years without
seeing a single soul.

The hermit and the princess looked at each other long and earnestly
without saying a word. At length, however, the old man said, “Tell me,
are you an angel or a daughter of this world?”

Then the princess answered, “Old man, let me rest a moment, and then I
will tell you all about myself, and what brought me here!” So the
hermit brought out some wild pears, and when the princess had taken
some of them she began to tell him who she was, and how she came in
that desert. She said, “I am a king’s daughter, and once, many years
ago, three young nobles of my father’s court asked the king for my hand
in marriage. Now the king had such an equal affection for all these
three young men that he was unwilling to give pain to any of them, so
he sent them to travel into distant countries, and promised to decide
between them when they returned.

“The three noblemen remained a long time away; and whilst they were
still abroad somewhere, I fell dangerously ill. I was just at the point
of death, when they all three returned suddenly; one of them bringing a
wonderful ointment which cured me at once; the two others brought each
equally remarkable things—a carpet that would carry whoever sat on it
through the air, and a telescope with which one could see everybody and
everything in the world, even to the sands at the bottom of the sea.”

The princess had gone on thus far with her story, when the hermit
suddenly interrupted her, saying, “All that happened afterwards I know
as well as you can tell me. Look at me, my daughter! I am one of those
noblemen who sought to win your hand, and here is the wonderful
telescope.” And the hermit brought out the instrument from a recess in
the side of his cave before he continued, “My two friends and rivals
came with me to this desert. We parted, however, immediately, and have
never met since. I know not whether they are living or dead, but I will
look for them.”

Then the hermit looked through his telescope, and saw that the other
two noblemen were living in caves like his, in different parts of the
same desert. Having found this out, he took the princess by the hand,
and led her on until they found the other hermits. When all were
reunited, the princess related her adventures since the ship, in which
her husband was, had gone down, and she alone had been saved.

The three noble hermits were pleased to see her alive once again, but
at once decided that they ought to send her back to the king, her
father.

Then they made the princess a present of the wonderful telescope, and
the wonder-working ointment, and placed her on the wonderful carpet,
which carried her and her treasures quickly and safely to her father’s
palace. As for the three noblemen, they remained, still living like
hermits, in the desert, only they visited each other now and then, so
that the years seemed no longer so tedious to them, for they had many
adventures to relate to each other.

The king was exceedingly glad to receive his only child back safely,
and the princess lived with her father many years, but neither the king
nor his daughter could entirely forget the three noble friends who, for
her sake, lived like hermits in a wild desert in a far-off land.








THE GOLDEN-HAIRED TWINS


Once upon a time, a long, long while ago, there lived a young king who
wished very much to marry, but could not decide where he had better
look for a wife.

One evening as he was walking disguised through the streets of his
capital, as it was his frequent custom to do, he stopped to listen near
an open window where he heard three young girls chatting gaily
together.

The girls were talking about a report which had been lately spread
through the city, that the king intended soon to marry.

One of the girls exclaimed, “If the king would marry me I would give
him a son who should be the greatest hero in the world.”

The second girl said, “And if I were to be his wife I would present him
with two sons at once. Two twins with golden hair.”

And the third girl declared that were the king to marry her she would
give him a daughter so beautiful that there should not be her equal in
the whole wide world!

The young king listened to all this, and for some time thought over
their words, and tried to make up his mind which of the three girls he
should choose for his wife. At last he decided that he would marry the
one who had said she would bring him twins with golden hair.

Having once settled this in his own mind, he ordered that all
preparations for his marriage should be made forthwith, and shortly
after, when all was ready, he married the second girl of the three.

Several months after his marriage, the young king, who was at war with
one of the neighbouring princes, received tidings of the defeat of his
army, and heard that his presence was immediately required in the camp.
He accordingly left his capital and went to his army, leaving the young
queen in his palace to the care of his stepmother.

Now the king’s stepmother hated her daughter-in-law very much indeed,
so when the golden-haired twins were born, the old queen contrived to
steal them out of their cradle, and put in their place two ugly little
dogs. She then caused the two beautiful golden-haired boys to be buried
alive in an out-of-the-way spot in the palace gardens, and then sent
word to the king that the young queen had given him two little dogs
instead of the heirs he was hoping for. The wicked stepmother said in
her letter to the king that she herself was not surprised at this,
though she was very sorry for his disappointment. As to herself, she
had a long time suspected the young queen of having too great a
friendship for goblins and elves, and all kinds of evil spirits.

When the king received this letter, he fell into a frightful rage,
because he had only married the young girl in order to have the
golden-haired twins she had promised him as heirs to his throne.

So he sent word back to the old queen that his wife should be put at
once into the dampest dungeon in the castle, an order which the wicked
woman took good care to see carried out without delay. Accordingly the
poor young queen was thrown into a miserably dark dungeon under the
palace, and kept on bread and water.

Now there was only a very small hole in this prison—hardly large enough
to let in light and air—yet the old queen managed to cause a great many
people to pass by this hole, and whoever passed was ordered to spit at
and abuse the unhappy young queen, calling out to her, “Are you really
the queen? Are you the girl who cheated the king in order to be a
queen? Where are your golden-haired twins? You cheated the king and
your friends, and now the witches have cheated you!”

But the young king, though terribly angry and mortified at his great
disappointment, was, at the same time, too sad and troubled to be
willing to return to his palace. So he remained away for fully nine
years. When he at last consented to return, the first thing he noticed
in the palace gardens were two fine young trees, exactly the same size
and the same shape.

These trees had both golden leaves and golden blossoms, and had grown
up of themselves from the very spot where the stepmother of the king
had buried the two golden-haired boys she had stolen from their cradle.
The king admired these two trees exceedingly, and was never weary of
looking at them. This, however, did not at all please the old queen,
for she knew that the two young princes were buried just where the
trees grew, and she always feared that by some means what she had done
would come to the king’s ears. She therefore pretended that she was
very sick, and declared that she was sure she should die unless her
stepson, the king, ordered the two golden-leaved trees to be cut down,
and a bed made for her out of their wood.

As the king was not willing to be the cause of her death, he ordered
that her wishes should be attended to, although he was exceedingly
sorry to lose his favourite trees.

A bed was soon made from the two trees, and the seemingly sick old
queen was laid on it as she desired. She was quite delighted that the
golden-leaved trees had disappeared from the garden; but when midnight
came she could not sleep a bit, for it seemed to her that she heard the
boards of which her bed was made in conversation with each other!

At last it seemed to her that one board said, quite plainly, “How are
you, my brother?” And the other board answered, “Thank you, I am very
well; how are you?” “Oh, I am all right,” returned the first board;
“but I wonder how our poor mother is in her dark dungeon! Perhaps she
is hungry and thirsty!”

The wicked old queen could not sleep a minute all night, after hearing
this conversation between the boards of her new bed; so next morning
she got up very early and went to see the king. She thanked him for
attending to her wish, and said she already was much better, but she
felt quite sure she would never recover thoroughly unless the boards of
her new bed were cut up and thrown into a fire. The king was sorry to
lose entirely even the boards made out of his two favourite trees,
nevertheless he could not refuse to use the means pointed out for his
stepmother’s perfect recovery.

So the new bed was cut to pieces and thrown into the fire. But whilst
the boards were blazing and crackling, two sparks from the fire flew
into the courtyard, and in the next moment two beautiful lambs with
golden fleeces and golden horns were seen gambolling about the yard.

The king admired them greatly, and made many inquiries who had sent
them there, and to whom they belonged. He even sent the public crier
many times through the city, calling on the owners of the
golden-fleeced lambs to appear and claim them; but no one came, so at
length he thought he might fairly take them as his own property.

The king took very great care of these two beautiful lambs, and every
day directed that they should be well fed and attended to; this,
however, did not at all please his stepmother. She could not endure
even to look on the lambs with their golden fleeces and golden horns,
for they always reminded her of the golden-haired twins. So, in a
little while she pretended again to be dangerously sick, and declared
she felt sure she should soon die unless the two lambs were killed and
cooked for her.

The king was even fonder of his golden-fleeced lambs than he had been
of the golden-leaved trees, but he could not long resist the tears and
prayers of the old queen, especially as she seemed to be very ill.
Accordingly, the lambs were killed, and a servant was ordered to carry
their golden fleeces down to the river and to wash them well. But
whilst the servant held them under the water, they slipped, in some way
or another, out of his fingers, and floated down the stream, which just
at that place flowed very rapidly. Now it happened that a hunter was
passing near the river a little lower down, and, as he chanced to look
in the water, he saw something strange in it. So he stepped into the
stream, and soon fished out a small box which he carried to his house
and there opened it. To his unspeakably great surprise, he found in the
box two golden-haired boys. Now the hunter had no children of his own;
he therefore adopted the twins he had fished out of the river, and
brought them up just as if they had been his own sons. When the twins
were grown up into handsome young men, one of them said to his
foster-father, “Make us two suits of beggar’s clothes, and let us go
and wander a little about the world!” The hunter, however, replied and
said, “No, I will have a fine suit made for each of you, such as is
fitting for two such noble-looking young men.” But as the twins begged
hard that he should not spend his money uselessly in buying fine
clothes, telling him that they wished to travel about as beggars, the
hunter—who always liked to do as his two handsome foster-sons
wished—did as they desired, and ordered two suits of clothes, like
those worn by beggars, to be prepared for them. The two sons then
dressed themselves up as beggars, and as well as they could hid their
beautiful golden locks, and then set out to see the world. They took
with them a gusle [2] and a cymbal, and maintained themselves with
their singing and playing.

They had wandered about in this way some time when one day they came to
the king’s palace. As the afternoon was already pretty far advanced,
the young musicians begged to be allowed to pass the night in one of
the outbuildings belonging to the Court, as they were poor men, and
quite strangers in the city. The old queen, however, who happened to be
just then in the courtyard saw them, and hearing their request, said
sharply that beggars could not be permitted to enter any part of the
king’s palace. The two travellers said they had hoped to pay for their
night’s lodging by their songs and music, as one of them played and
sung to the gusle, and the other to the cymbal.

The old queen, however, was not moved by this, but insisted on their
going away at once. Happily for the two brothers the king himself came
out into the courtyard just as his stepmother angrily ordered them to
go away, and at once directed his servants to find a place for the
musicians to sleep in, and ordered them to provide the brothers with a
good supper. After they had supped, the king commanded them to be
brought before him that he might judge of their skill as musicians, and
that their singing might help him to pass the time more pleasantly.

Accordingly, after the two young men had taken the refreshment provided
for them, the servants took them into the king’s presence, and they
began to sing this ballad:—

“The pretty bird, the swallow, built her nest with care, in the palace
of the king. In the nest she reared up happily two of her little ones.
A black, ugly-looking bird, however, came to the swallow’s nest to mar
her happiness, and to kill her two little ones. And the ugly black bird
succeeded in destroying the happiness of the poor little swallow; the
little ones, however, although yet weak and unfledged, were saved, and,
when they were grown up and able to fly, they came to look at the
palace where their mother, the pretty swallow, had built her nest.”

This strange song the two minstrels sang so very sweetly that the king
was quite charmed, and asked them the meaning of the words.

Whereupon the two meanly dressed young men took off their hats, so that
the rich tresses of their golden hair fell down over their shoulders,
and the light glanced so brightly upon it that the whole hall was
illuminated by the shining. They then stepped forward together, and
told the king all that had happened to them and to their mother, and
convinced him that they were really his own sons.

The king was exceedingly angry when he heard all the cruel things his
stepmother had done, and he gave orders that she should be burnt to
death. He then went with the two golden-haired princes to the miserable
dungeon wherein his unfortunate wife had been confined so many years,
and brought her once more into her beautiful palace. There, looking on
her golden-haired sons, and seeing how much the king, their father,
loved them, she soon forgot all her long years of misery. As to the
king, he felt that he could never do enough to make amends for all the
misfortunes his queen had lived through, and all the dangers to which
his twin sons had been exposed. He felt that he had too easily believed
the stories of the old queen, because he would not trouble himself to
inquire more particularly into the truth or falsehood of the strange
things she had told him.

After all this mortification, and trouble, and misery, everything came
right at last. So the king and his wife, with their golden-haired
twins, lived together long and happily.








THE DREAM OF THE KING’S SON


There was once a king who had three sons. One evening, when the young
princes were going to sleep, the king ordered them to take good note of
their dreams and come and tell them to him next morning.

So the next day the princes went to their father as soon as they awoke,
and the moment the king saw them he asked of the eldest, “Well, what
have you dreamt?”

The prince answered, “I dreamt that I should be the heir to your
throne.”

And the second said, “And I dreamt that I should be the first subject
in the kingdom.”

Then the youngest said, “I dreamt that I was going to wash my hands,
and that the princes, my brothers, held the basin, whilst the queen, my
mother, held fine towels for me to dry my hands with, and your
majesty’s self poured water over them from a golden ewer.”

The king, hearing this last dream, became very angry, and exclaimed,
“What! I—the king—pour water over the hands of my own son! Go away this
instant out of my palace, and out of my kingdom! You are no longer my
son.”

The poor young prince tried hard to make his peace with his father,
saying that he was really not to be blamed for what he had only
dreamed; but the king grew more and more furious, and at last actually
thrust the prince out of the palace.

So the young prince was obliged to wander up and down in different
countries, until one day, being in a large forest, he saw a cave, and
entered it to rest. There, to his great surprise and joy, he found a
large kettle full of Indian corn boiling over a fire and, being
exceedingly hungry, began to help himself to the corn. In this way he
went on until he was shocked to see he had eaten up nearly all the
maize, and then, being afraid some mischief would come of it, he looked
about for a place in which to hide himself. At this moment, however, a
great noise was heard at the cave-mouth, and he had only time to hide
himself in a dark corner before a blind old man entered, riding on a
great goat and driving a number of goats before him.

The old man rode straight up to the kettle, but as soon as he found
that the corn was nearly all gone, he began to suspect someone was
there, and groped about the cave until he caught hold of the prince.

“Who are you?” asked he sharply; and the prince answered, “I am a poor,
homeless wanderer about the world, and have come now to beg you to be
good enough to receive me.”

“Well,” said the old man, “why not? I shall at least have someone to
mind my corn whilst I am out with my goats in the forest.”

So they lived together for some time; the prince remaining in the cave
to boil the maize, whilst the old man drove out his goats every morning
into the forest.

One day, however, the old man said to the prince, “I think you shall
take out the goats to-day, and I will stay at home to mind the corn.”

This the prince consented to very gladly, as he was tired of living so
long quietly in the cave. But the old man added, “Mind only one thing!
There are nine different mountains, and you can let the goats go freely
over eight of them, but you must on no account go on the ninth. The
Vilas (fairies) live there, and they will certainly put out your eyes
as they have put out mine, if you venture on their mountain.”

The prince thanked the old man for his warning, and then, mounting the
great goat, drove the rest of the goats before him out of the cave.

Following the goats, he had passed over all the mountains to the
eighth, and from this he could see the ninth mountain, and could not
resist the temptation he felt to go upon it. So he said to himself, “I
will venture up, whatever happens!”

Hardly had he stepped on the ninth mountain before the fairies
surrounded him, and prepared to put out his eyes. But happily a thought
came into his head, and he exclaimed, quickly, “Dear Vilas, why take
this sin on your heads? Better let us make a bargain, that if you
spring over a tree that I will place ready to jump over, you shall put
out my eyes, and I will not blame you!”

So the Vilas consented to this, and the prince went and brought a large
tree, which he cleft down the middle almost to the root; this done, he
placed a wedge to keep the two halves of the trunk open a little.

When it was fixed upright, he himself first jumped over it, and then he
said to the Vilas, “Now it is your turn. Let us see if you can spring
over the tree!”

One Vila attempted to spring over, but the same moment the prince
knocked the wedge out, and the trunk closing, at once held the Vila
fast. Then all the other fairies were alarmed, and begged him to open
the trunk and let their sister free, promising, in return, to give him
anything he might ask. The prince said, “I want nothing except to keep
my own eyes, and to restore eyesight to that poor old man.” So the
fairies gave him a certain herb, and told him to lay it over the old
man’s eyes, and then he would recover his sight. The prince took the
herb, opened the tree a little so as to let the fairy free, and then
rode back on the goat to the cave, driving the other goats before him.
When he arrived there he placed at once the herb on the old man’s eyes,
and in a moment his eyesight came back, to his exceeding surprise and
joy.

Next morning the old man, before he drove out his goats, gave the
prince the keys of eight closets in the cave, but warned him on no
account to open the ninth closet, although the key hung directly over
the door. Then he went out, telling the prince to take good care that
the corn was ready for their suppers.

Left alone in the cave, the young man began to wonder what might be in
the ninth closet, and at last he could not resist the temptation to
take down the key and open the door to look in.

What was his surprise to see there a golden horse, with a golden
greyhound beside him, and near them a golden hen and golden chickens
were busy picking up golden millet-seeds.

The young prince gazed at them for some time, admiring their beauty,
and then he spoke to the golden horse, “Friend, I think we had better
leave this place before the old man comes back again.”

“Very well,” answered the golden horse, “I am quite willing to go away,
only you must take heed to what I am going to tell. Go and find linen
cloth enough to spread over the stones at the mouth of the cave, for if
the old man hears the ring of my hoofs he will be certain to kill you.
Then you must take with you a little stone, a drop of water, and a pair
of scissors, and the moment I tell you to throw them down you must obey
me quickly, or you are lost.”

The prince did everything that the golden horse had ordered him, and
then, taking up the golden hen with her chickens in a bag, he placed it
under his arm, and mounted the horse and rode quickly out of the cave,
leading with him, in a leash, the golden greyhound. But the moment they
were in the open air the old man, although he was very far off, tending
his goats on a distant mountain, heard the clang of the golden hoofs,
and cried to his great goat, “They have run away. Let us follow them at
once.”

In a wonderfully short time the old man on his great goat came so near
the prince on his golden horse, that the latter shouted, “Throw now the
little stone!”

The moment the prince had thrown it down, a high rocky mountain rose up
between him and the old man, and before the goat had climbed over it
the golden horse had gained much ground. Very soon, however, the old
man was so nearly catching them that the horse shouted, “Throw, now,
the drop of water!” The prince obeyed instantly, and immediately saw a
broad river flowing between him and his pursuer.

It took the old man on his goat so long to cross the river that the
prince on his golden horse was far away before them; but for all that
it was not very long before the horse heard the goat so near behind him
that he shouted, “Throw the scissors.” The prince threw them, and the
goat, running over them, injured one of his forelegs very badly. When
the old man saw this, he exclaimed, “Now I see I cannot catch you, so
you may keep what you have taken. But you will do wisely to listen to
my counsel. People will be sure to kill you for the sake of your golden
horse, so you had better buy at once a donkey, and take the hide to
cover your horse. And do the same with your golden greyhound.”

Having said this, the old man turned and rode back to his cave; and the
prince lost no time in attending to his advice, and covered with
donkey-hide his golden horse and his golden hound.

After travelling a long time the prince came unawares to the kingdom of
his father. There he heard that the king had had a ditch—three hundred
yards wide and four hundred yards deep—dug, and had proclaimed that
whosoever should leap his horse over it, should have the princess, his
daughter, for wife.

Almost a whole year had elapsed since the proclamation was issued, but
as yet no one had dared to risk the leap. When the prince heard this,
he said, “I will leap over it with my donkey and my dog!” and he leapt
over it.

But the king was very angry when he heard that a poorly dressed man, on
a donkey, had dared to leap over the great ditch which had frightened
back his bravest knights; so he had the disguised prince thrown into
one of his deepest dungeons, together with his donkey and his dog.

Next morning the king sent some of his servants to see if the man was
still living, and these soon ran back to him, full of wonder, and told
him that they had found in the dungeon, instead of a poor man and his
donkey, a young man, beautifully dressed, a golden horse, a golden
greyhound, and a golden hen, surrounded by golden chickens, which were
picking up golden millet-seeds from the ground.

Then the king said, “That must be some powerful prince.” So he ordered
the queen, and the princes, his sons, to prepare all things for the
stranger to wash his hands. Then he went down himself into the dungeon,
and led the prince up with much courtesy, desiring thus to make amends
for the past ill-treatment.

The king himself took a golden ewer full of water, and poured some over
the prince’s hands, whilst the two princes held the basin under them,
and the queen held out fine towels to dry them on.

This done, the young prince exclaimed, “Now, my dream is fulfilled”;
and they all at once recognised him, and were very glad to see him once
again amongst them.








THE THREE BROTHERS


I.

There was once upon a time an old man whose family consisted of his
wife and three sons. They were exceedingly poor, and finding that they
could not possibly all live at home, the three sons went out into the
world in different directions to find some means of living. Thus the
old man and his wife remained alone.

Having neither horses nor oxen, the old man was obliged to go every day
to the forest for fuel, and carry home the firewood on his back.

On one occasion it was nearly evening when he started to go to the
forest, and his wife, who was afraid to remain alone in the house,
begged very hard to be permitted to go with him. He objected very much
at first, but as she persisted in her entreaties, he at length
consented to her following him, first bidding her, however, take good
care to make the house-door safe, lest some one should break into the
house.

The old woman thought the door would be safest if she took it off its
hinges, and carried it away on her back. So she took it off and
followed her husband as fast as she was able. The old man, however, was
not angry when he saw how she had mistaken his words, and the manner
she had chosen to make sure of the door; for, he reflected, there was
little or nothing at all in the house for any one to steal.

When they had reached the forest the husband began to cut wood, and his
wife gathered the branches together in a heap. Meanwhile it had got
very late, and they were anxious as to how they should pass the night,
seeing their own house was so far off that they would be unable to
reach it before morning, and there were no houses in the neighbourhood
where they could sleep. At last they observed a very tall and widely
spreading pine-tree, and they resolved to climb up and pass the night
on one of its branches.

The man got up first, and his wife followed him, drawing, with great
difficulty, the door after her. Her husband advised her to leave the
door on the ground under the tree; but she would not listen to him, and
could not be persuaded to remain in the tree without her house-door.
Hardly had they settled themselves on a branch, the old woman holding
fast her door, before they heard a great noise, which came nearer and
nearer.

They were excessively frightened at the noise, and dared neither speak
nor move.

In a short time they saw a captain of robbers followed by twelve of his
men, approach the tree; the robbers were dressed all alike, in gold and
silver, and one of them carried a sheep killed and ready for roasting.
When the old man and woman saw the band of robbers come and settle
under the pine-tree in which they had themselves taken refuge they
thought their time was come, and gave themselves up for lost.

As soon as the robbers had settled themselves, the youngest of them
made a fire and put the sheep down to roast, whilst the captain
conversed with the others. The sheep was already roasted and cut up,
and the robbers had begun with great gaiety to eat it, when the old
woman told her husband that she could not possibly hold the door any
longer, but must let it fall. The old man begged her piteously not to
let it go, but to hold it fast and keep quiet, lest the robbers should
discover and kill them. The old woman said, however, that she was so
exceedingly tired she could no longer by any possibility hold it. The
old man, seeing it was no good talking about it, declared that, as he
could not hold his corner of the door any longer when she had let go
her corner, it was not worth while to complain, “since,” as he said,
“what must be must be, and it is no use to be sorry for anything in
this world.” Thereupon they both loosened their holds of the door at
once, and it fell down, making a great noise—especially with its iron
lock—as it fell from branch to branch.

The door made so much noise in falling, that the whole forest re-echoed
with the sound.

The robbers, greatly astonished at the noise, and too frightened by the
unexpected clashing above their heads to see what was the cause, took
to their heels, without once thinking of the roast sheep they left
behind, or of any of the treasures which they had brought with them.
One of them alone did not run away far from the spot, but hid himself
behind a tree, and waited to see what might come of so much noise.

The old couple, seeing the robbers did not return, came down from the
tree, and, being exceedingly hungry, began to eat heartily; the old man
all the time praising the wisdom of his wife in throwing down the door.

The robber who had hidden himself, seeing only the old people near the
fire, came up to them, and begged to be allowed to share their meal, as
he had not eaten anything for the last twenty-four hours. This they
permitted, and spoke of all kinds of things, until the old man
exclaimed suddenly to the robber, “Take care! you have a hair on your
tongue! Do not choke yourself, for I have no means to bury you here!”

The brigand took this joke in earnest, and begged the old man to take
the hair out of his mouth, and he would in return show him a cave
wherein a great treasure was hidden. As he was describing the great
heaps of gold ducats, thalers, shillings, and other coins which he said
were in the cave, the old woman interrupted him, saying, “I will take
the hair out of your mouth, without pay! Only put your tongue out and
shut your eyes!” The robber very gladly did as she told him, and she
caught up a knife and in a moment cut off a piece of his tongue. Then
she said, “Well, now! I have taken the hair out!” When the robber felt
what had been done to him he jumped up and down in pain, and at length
ran away without hat or coat in the same direction as his companions
had gone, shouting all the time, “Help! help! give me some plaster!”
His companions, hearing imperfectly these words, misunderstood him, and
thought he cried to them, “Help yourselves; here is the police-master!”
especially as he ran as if the captain of police with a large force was
at his heels. Accordingly, the robbers themselves ran faster and
farther away.

Meanwhile the old couple thought it no longer safe to stay under the
pine-tree, so they gathered up quickly all the money, whether gold or
silver, which they could carry, and hurried back to their home. When
they got there they found the hens of the neighbours had pulled off the
thatch of their house; they were, however, the less sorry for this,
since they had now money enough to build another and a better home. And
this they did, and continued to live in their fine new house without
once remembering their sons, who had been wandering about the world
already some nine long years.




II.

In the meantime the sons had been working each in a different part of
the world. When, however, they had been away from their home nine
years, they all, as if by common consent, conceived an ardent desire to
go back once more to their father’s house. So they took the whole of
the savings which they had laid up in their nine years’ service, and
commenced their journeys homewards.

On his travels the eldest brother met with three gipsies, who were
teaching a young bear to dance by putting him on a red-hot plate of
iron. He felt compassion for the creature in its sufferings, and asked
the gipsies why they were thus tormenting the animal. “Better,” he
said, “let me have it, and I will give you three pieces of silver for
it!” The gipsies accepted the offer eagerly, took the three pieces of
silver, and gave him the bear. Travelling farther on he met with some
huntsmen who had caught a young wolf, which they were about to kill. He
offered them, also three pieces of silver for the animal, and they,
pleased to get so much, readily sold it. A little further still he met
some shepherds, who were about to hang a little dog. He was sorry for
the poor brute, and offered to give them two pieces of silver if they
would give the dog to him, and this they very gladly agreed to.

So he travelled on homeward, attended by the young bear, the wolf-cub,
and the little dog. As all his nine years’ savings had amounted only to
nine pieces of silver, he had now but a single piece left.

Before he reached his father’s house he met some boys who were about to
drown a cat. He offered them his last piece of money if they would give
him the cat, and they were content with the bargain and gave it up to
him. So, at last he arrived at his home without any money, but with a
bear, a wolf, a dog, and a cat.

Just so, it had happened with the other two brothers. By their nine
years’ work they had only saved nine pieces of silver, and on their way
home they had spent them in ransoming animals, exactly as the eldest
brother had done.

Soon after they had returned, the old father died. Then the three
brothers consulted together, and decided to invest part of the money,
which their father and mother had got from the robbers, in the purchase
of four horses and one grass-field.

A few days later they all went into the fields to bring in the hay
which the two elder ones had mown. They found, however, hardly the
third part of the hay which they had left. At this they wondered
greatly, and looked about to see who had stolen it; but, finding no
one, after a little while they took up what was left and returned home.

At length the year, on which all this had happened, passed away. The
next year, however, they dared not leave their mown grass unwatched. So
they discussed which of them should first keep guard. Each of them
offered to do it; but, at last, they agreed that the youngest brother
should begin to watch. So he prepared himself, and, at night, went out
into the field. Having come there, he climbed up into a tree and
resolved to remain there until daybreak. About midnight he heard a
great noise and shouting, which frightened him so much that he dared
not stir at all. Some creatures came into the field and ate up most of
the hay, and what they did not eat they tossed about and spoiled, so
that it was fit for nothing. When daylight came, the youngest brother
came down from the tree and went home, to tell what he had seen.

So that year they had no hay.

Next year, when hay harvest came, the three brothers took counsel
together how to preserve their hay. The second brother now volunteered
to watch in the field, and seemed quite sure he would be able to save
the hay. Accordingly he went, and climbed into the tree, just as his
brother had done the previous year. About midnight three winged horses
came into the field with a company of fairies. The winged horses began
to eat the newly mown hay, and the fairies danced over it. After the
greater part of the hay had been eaten by the horses, and all the rest
had been spoiled by the dancing of the fairies, the whole company left
the field, just as day began to dawn. The watcher in the tree had
witnessed all this; he was, however, too frightened to do
anything—indeed, he hardly dared to move. When he went home, he told
his brothers all that he had seen; at which they were sad, since this
year again they would have no hay.

However, the time passed, and the third summer came on. Again the three
brothers cut the grass in their meadow, and consulted together
anxiously how they should manage to keep their new hay.

At length it was settled that it was now the turn of the eldest brother
to keep watch. If he, also, failed to save the hay, it was agreed that
they should divide amongst them the little property which they had
left, and go out again, separately, to seek their fortunes in the
world, seeing they had no luck in their own country.

As had been agreed upon, the eldest brother now went out into the field
at night; but, instead of going up into the tree as his brothers had
done, he lay quietly down on a heap of hay, and waited to see what
would happen. About midnight he heard a great noise, afar off, and,
by-and-by, a troop of fairies, with three winged horses, came straight
towards the place where he lay. Having got there, the fairies began to
dance, and the horses to eat the hay, and canter about. The eldest
brother looked on, and, at first, felt much afraid, and wished heartily
the whole company would go away without seeing him. As, however, they
seemed in no hurry to do this, he considered what he should do, and, at
length, decided that it would be worth while to try to catch one of the
three horses. So, when they came near him, he jumped on the back of one
of them, and clung fast to it. The other two horses instantly ran away,
and the fairies with them.

The horse which the eldest brother had caught tried all sorts of tricks
to throw off his unwelcome rider, but he could not succeed. Finding all
his attempts to free himself quite useless, at last he said, “Let me
go, my good man, and I will be of use to you some other time.” The man
answered, “I will set you free on one condition; that is, you must
promise never more to come in this field; and you must give me some
pledge that you will keep your promise.”

The horse gladly agreed to this condition, and gave the man a hair from
his tail, saying, “Whenever you happen to be in need, hold this hair to
a fire, and I will instantly be at your service.”

Thereupon the horse went off, and the eldest brother returned home. His
brothers had waited impatiently for his return, and, when they saw him,
pressed him immediately to tell them all that had happened. So he told
everything, except that he had got a hair from the horse’s tail,
because he did not believe that the horse would keep his promise and
come to him in his need. The two younger brothers, however, had no
confidence that the fairies and winged horses would fulfil their
promise and never come again to ruin their hay-field, so they proposed
that the property should be at once divided, and that they should
separate. The eldest brother tried to persuade them to remain at least
one other year longer, to see what would happen; he was not able,
however, to succeed in this. Accordingly they divided the remnant of
their property, took each their animals, that is, each his bear, his
wolf, his dog, and his cat, and left their home, for the second time,
to seek their fortunes in the world.

The first day they travelled together, but the second day they were
obliged to separate, because having come to a crossway, and trying to
keep on the same path, they found they could not take a step forward so
long as they were together. They therefore left that path and tried
another; it was, however, of no use, for they could not move a step
forward as long as they were together; and when they tried the third
path, the same happened there also. So they tried if two of them could
go on in one road if one of them went before and the other behind. But
this also they were unable to do; they could not get on one step, try
as hard as they would, so nothing was left them but to separate and
each of them to go alone by a different road. They were exceedingly
sorry to part, but could not help themselves.

Before the brothers separated, the eldest brother said, “Now, brothers,
before we part, let us stick our knives in this oak-tree; as long as we
live our knives will remain where we stick them; when one of us dies,
his knife will fall out. Let us, then, come here every third year to
see if the knives are still in their places. Thus we shall know
something, at least, about each other.” The other two agreed to this,
and, having stuck their knives in the oak-tree, and kissed each other,
went, each one his own way, taking his animals with him.




III.

Let us first follow the youngest brother in his wanderings. He
travelled, with his attendant animals, all that day and the following
night without stopping, and the next day saw before him a king’s
palace, and went straight towards it. Having been taken into the
presence of the king, he begged his Majesty to employ him in watching
his goats. The king consented to take him as goat-herd, and from that
day he had the charge of the king’s goats and lived on thus quietly for
a long time.

One day the new goat-herd chanced to drive his flock to a high hill,
not far from the king’s palace. On the summit of the hill there was a
very tall pine-tree, and the instant he saw it he resolved to climb up
and look about from its top on the surrounding country. Accordingly, he
climbed up, and enjoyed exceedingly the extensive and beautiful
prospect. As he looked in one direction he saw, a long way off, a great
smoke arising from a mountain. The moment he saw the smoke he fancied
that one of his brothers must be there, as he thought it unlikely that
anyone else would be in such a wilderness. So he resolved at once to
give up his place of goat-herd, and travel to the mountain which he had
seen in the distance. Coming down from the tree, therefore, he
immediately collected his goats, which was a very easy task for him to
do, since he had such good help in his bear, his wolf, his dog, and his
cat.

No sooner had he reached the palace than he went straight to the king
and said, “Sir, I can no longer be your Majesty’s goat-herd. I must go
away, for I saw to-day a smoking mountain, and I believe that one of my
brothers is there, and I wish to go and see if this be so. I therefore
beg your Majesty to pay me what you owe me, and to let me go!” All this
time he thought the king knew nothing about the smoking mountain.

When he had said this, however, the king immediately began to advise
him on no account to go to the mountain—for, as he assured him, whoever
went there never came back again. He told him that all who had gone
thither seemed at once to have sunk into the earth, for no one ever
heard anything more about them. All the king’s warnings and counsels,
however, availed nothing; the goat-herd was bent on going to the
smoking mountain, and looking after his two brothers.

After he had made all preparations for the journey he set out,
accompanied, as usual, by his four animals. He went straight to the
mountain; but, having got there, he could not at first find the fire.
Indeed, he had trouble enough before he discovered it. At length,
however, he found a large fire burning under a beech tree, and went
near it to warm himself. At the same time he looked about on all sides
to see who had made the fire. After looking about some time he heard a
woman’s voice, and upon his looking up to see whence the sound came, he
saw an old woman sitting on one of the branches above his head. She sat
huddled together all of a heap, and shaking with cold.

No sooner had he discovered her than the old woman begged him to allow
her to come down to the fire and warm herself a little. So he told her
she might come down and warm herself as soon as she pleased. She
answered, however, “Oh, my son, I dare not come down because of your
company. I am afraid of the animals you have with you—your bear, and
wolf, and dog, and cat.”

At this he tried to reassure her and said, “Don’t be afraid! They will
do you no harm.” However, she would not trust them, so she plucked a
hair from her head, and threw it down, saying, “Put that hair on their
necks and then I shall not be afraid to come down.”

Accordingly the man took the hair and threw it over his animals, and in
a moment the hair was turned into an iron chain which kept his
four-footed followers bound fast together.

When the old woman saw that he had done as she desired, she came down
from the tree and took her place by the fire. She seemed at first a
very little woman; as she sat by the fire, however, she began to grow
larger. When he saw this he was greatly astonished, and said to her,
“But, my old woman, it seems to me that you grow bigger and bigger!”
Thereupon she answered, shivering, “Ha! ha! no, no, my son! I am only
warming myself!” But, nevertheless, she continued to grow taller and
taller, and had already grown half as tall as the beech-tree. The
goat-herd watched her growing with wide-open eyes, and, beginning to
get frightened, said again, “But really you are getting a fearful size,
and are growing taller and taller every moment.”

“Ha, ha, my son,” she coughed and shivered, “I am only warming myself!”
Seeing, however, that she was now as tall as the tallest beech-tree,
and, fearing that his life was in danger, he called anxiously to his
companions, “Hold her fast, my bear! Hold her fast, my wolf! Hold her
fast, my dog! Hold her fast, my cat!” But it was all in vain that he
called to them; none of them could move a step from his place. When he
saw that, he endeavoured to run away, but found that he could no more
move from his place than if he were fast chained to it. Then the old
woman, seeing everything had gone on just as she wished, bent down a
little, and, touching him with her little finger, said, “Go, you have
lost your head!” and the self-same moment he turned to ashes. After
that, she touched, with the little toe of her left foot, all his
animals, one after the other, and they also turned at once to ashes as
their master had done.

Having collected all the ashes she buried them under an oak-tree. Then
as soon as she took the iron chain in her hand, it turned again into a
hair, which she put back into its place on her head.

She had before done with many young and noble knights just as she had
now done with this poor goat-herd.

The second brother, after serving a long time in a strange place, was
seized with a great desire to go to the oak-tree at the cross-roads,
where he had parted with his brothers, in order to see if their knives
were still sticking in the tree. When he got there, he found the knife
of his eldest brother still firmly fixed in the trunk of the oak, but
his youngest brother’s knife had fallen to the ground. Then he knew
that his younger brother was dead, or in great danger of death, and he
resolved at once to follow the way he had gone and try to discover what
had become of him. Going then along the same road which his younger
brother had travelled, he came, on the third day, to the king’s palace,
and went in and begged the king to take him into his service. Whereupon
the king took him as goat-herd, exactly as he had taken before the
youngest brother.

When the second brother had tended the king’s goats a long time, he one
day drove them up a high hill, and, finding there a very tall
pine-tree, resolved at once to climb up to its top and look about to
see what kind of a country lay on the other side of the hill. When he
had looked round a while from the tree he noticed a great volume of
smoke rising from a mountain afar off, and the thought came at once to
his mind that his brothers might be there. Accordingly, he came down
quickly, collected his goats, and went back to the king’s palace,
followed by his four companions, that is to say, by his bear, his wolf,
his dog, and his cat. When he had reached the palace he went straight
to the king, and begged him to pay him his wages at once, and to let
him go to look after his brothers; for he had seen a smoke upon a
mountain, and he believed they were there. The king tried in vain to
dissuade him by telling him that none who went there ever came back;
but all his Majesty’s words availed nothing. Thereupon, seeing he was
decided on going, the king paid him what he owed him, and let him go.

He at once set out, and went straight to the mountain; but, when he got
there, he was a long time before he could find any fire. At last,
however, he found one burning under a beech-tree, and he went up to it
to warm himself, wondering all the time who had made it, since he saw
no one near. As he warmed himself he heard a woman’s voice in the tree
above his head, and, looking up, saw there an old woman huddled up on a
branch, and shaking with cold.

As soon as he saw her, the old woman asked him to let her come down and
warm herself by the fire, and he told her she might come and warm
herself as long as she liked.

She said, however, “I am afraid of the company which you have with you.
Take this hair and lay it over your bear, and wolf, and dog, and cat,
and then I shall be able to come down.”

So saying, she pulled a hair out of her head and threw it down. He
laughed at her fears, and assured her that his companions would not
hurt her; finding, however, notwithstanding all he said, that she was
still afraid to come down from the tree, he at last took the hair and
laid it on the beasts as she had directed. In an instant the hair
turned into an iron chain, and bound the four animals fast together.
Then the old woman came down, and took a place by the fire to warm
herself. As the second brother watched her warming herself, he saw her
grow bigger and bigger, until she had grown half as tall as the
beech-tree.

Wondering greatly, he exclaimed, “Old woman, you are growing bigger and
bigger.” “Hy, hy! my son,” said she, coughing and shivering, “I am only
warming myself.” But when he saw that she was already as tall as the
beech-tree, he became frightened, and called to his companions, “Hold
her, my bear! hold her, my wolf! hold her, my dog! hold her, my cat.”
They were none of them, however, able to move, so fast were they held
together by the iron chain.

Seeing that, the old woman stooped down and touched him with her little
finger, and he fell immediately into ashes. Then she touched the four
animals, one after the other, with the little toe of her left foot, and
they, also, crumbled to ashes.

No sooner had the old woman done this than she collected all the ashes
in a heap and buried them under an oak-tree. As she had before done
with the ashes of many a youthful knight and gentleman, so she did now
with those of this poor simple man. Pity, if they were to die, that
some more worthy means than one hair from the head of a miserable old
woman had not brought about their deaths!

A very long time had passed, and yet the eldest brother never once
thought of going back to the cross-roads where he had parted with his
brothers. He was engaged in the service of a good and honest master,
and, finding himself so well off, fancied that his brothers were the
same. His master was an innkeeper, and the whole work of the servant
was to prepare, morning and evening, the beds of the guests. He did his
duty so well that his master thought of adopting him for his son, as he
himself was childless.

One day a gentleman of great distinction came to pass the night at the
inn, and the servant thought that the stranger looked remarkably like
his youngest brother. He wished to ask him his name, but could not for
shame, partly because he feared his brother would reproach him for
having forgotten to go to the cross-roads; partly because the guest’s
manners were so polished and his clothes were of fine silk and velvet;
whereas he had left his brother very poorly clad, and of rustic
manners.

As he thought of the likeness which the guest bore to his youngest
brother, he considered that, in his travels about the world, his
brother might have found wisdom, and by his wisdom might have succeeded
in some way of business, and by his business might have gained money;
and then, having got money, that it would be easy for him to get as
fine clothes as the stranger wore. Reasoning thus, he took courage at
last to ask the gentleman about his family, and at length grew bold
enough to ask him plainly if he was not his brother.

This, however, the stranger quickly and positively denied, and asked,
in return, about the servant’s family. To all the particulars which the
servant gave him he listened with a smile.

Next morning, the guest left the inn very early; and when the servant
went to arrange the bed in which he had slept, he found, under the
pillow, a little stone.

He thought the stone must be valuable, having been in the possession of
so rich a man, and yet he considered its loss could hardly be felt by
one who went clothed in silks and velvets. He lifted it to his lips to
kiss it, before putting it in his pocket; but the moment his lips
touched it, two negroes started out and asked him, “What are your
orders, sir?” He was frightened by the suddenness of their appearance,
and answered, “I do not order anything.” Then the negroes disappeared,
and he put the stone in his pocket.

The more he thought of this, the more he marvelled at the wonderful
stone, and considered what he should do with it. By-and-by, in order to
find out what the negroes could do, he took the stone out of his
pocket, and raised it again to his lips. The moment he did so, the
negroes reappeared, and asked him again, “What do you demand, sir?” He
replied quickly, “I desire to have the finest clothes prepared for me,
of which no two pieces must be made from the same kind of stuff.” In a
very few moments the negroes brought him the most beautiful clothes
possible; so fine indeed were they all, that he could not decide which
piece was the most beautiful. Then, dismissing the negroes, who
disappeared in the stone, he dressed himself. He was admiring the fine
fit of his clothes, when his master came to the door of his room, and,
seeing a stranger in such an exceedingly rich dress, said humbly,
“Excuse me, sir, where do you come from?”

“From not far off,” the servant answered.

“Wait a moment, sir,” said the innkeeper; “I will call my servant to
take your orders;” and, going outside, he called loudly for his
servant.

Meanwhile, the servant quickly threw off his fine clothes and gave them
back to the negroes. Dressing himself hurriedly in his old clothes, he
rushed out of his room. Then, finding the pantry open, he began to
arrange the things.

His master found him employed in this way, and ordered him at once to
leave that business, and to go into the house to make coffee for a
distinguished guest who had that moment arrived.

The strange guest, however, was nowhere to be found. The innkeeper
looked, with his servant, into all the rooms, but there was no sign of
a guest anywhere. Then the master, greatly astonished, thought that
some thieves had been playing him a trick, and bid the servant in
future to look more sharply who came in and who went out of the inn.
The servant listened quietly to his master; but, having once remembered
his brothers, he had now an irresistible desire to look after them, and
so he told the innkeeper that he had resolved to go away, and desired
that he might be paid his wages.

The innkeeper was very sad at hearing this, and offered to raise his
wages, and tried all means to keep him; but it was of no use. Seeing
that the servant was resolved to go away, the master then paid him, and
let him leave the inn. Then the eldest brother took with him his four
animals—his bear, wolf, dog, and cat, and went away.

After travelling a very long time, his good fortune brought him to the
cross-roads where he had parted with his brothers. Instantly he rushed
to the oak to see if the knives were still sticking in it, but his own
knife alone stood in the tree. The two others had fallen out, and he
was much grieved at this, believing that his brothers were dead or that
they were in great danger. In his trouble he had quite forgotten the
wonderful hair and stone which he possessed. He resolved to go and
search after his brothers, and therefore went along the same road his
youngest brother had taken when they parted.

As he travelled he remembered the hair which the winged horse had given
him, and the stone which he had found at the inn; but these did not
much console him, he was so exceedingly sorry for his brothers. After
travelling some time he found himself before a large palace, the
door-keeper of which asked him if he would take charge of the king’s
goats. He said he would, if the king could only tell him something
about his two brothers, who had travelled that way with a similar
company to that which he had. The king said that no men with such a
company had passed that way during his reign; and this was quite true,
inasmuch as he had only recently mounted the throne, the old king,
under whom the two brothers had served, having lately died. However,
though the eldest brother could learn nothing of his two younger
brothers, he decided to stay some time there, and so engaged himself to
the king as goat-keeper.

As he drove the goats out, day by day, he looked about on all sides for
some trace of his brothers; for, although their knives had fallen out
of the oak-tree, he tried to believe that they were not dead.

One day, as he thus wandered about with his goats, he met an old man,
who was going to the forest, with his axe on his shoulder, to cut wood.

So he asked him if he had seen anything of his two brothers. The old
man answered, “Who knows? Perhaps they have been lost on that mountain
where so many other men have lost their lives. Drive your goats up that
high hill; from its top you will see a much higher mountain, which
smokes, and never ceases to smoke. On that mountain many people have
been lost; perhaps your brothers also have perished there. I will,
however, give you one piece of good advice. Do not go, for anything in
the world, to the place where it smokes. I am now an old man, but I
never remember to have seen one man return who went there. Therefore,
if your life is dear to you, do not go up that mountain.” So saying the
old man went off.

The goat-keeper drove his goats up the hill, and from its top he saw,
as he had been told, a very high mountain which smoked. He tried to
discover if any living creature was thereon, but he could not see the
traces of a single one there. He considered within himself whether he
should go there or not, and, after revolving it over in his mind, he at
length determined to go.

In the evening, when he drove the goats home, he told the king of his
intention. The king tried hard to dissuade him, and promised to raise
his wages if he would stay with him; however, nothing could turn him
from his resolution. So the king paid him, and he went away.

Having come to the mountain he found the fire, and wondered who lit it.
As he thought over this he heard a woman’s voice, saying, “Hy, hy!” So
he looked up, and was astonished at seeing, in the branches of the
beech-tree over his head, an old woman huddled together. Her hair was
longer than her body, and as white as snow. When he looked up, she said
to him, “My son, I am so cold. I should like to warm myself, but I am
afraid of your beasts. I made that fire myself, but, seeing you coming
with your animals, I was frightened, and got up here to save myself.”

“Well, you can now come down again, and warm yourself as much as you
please,” said he. However, she protested, “I dare not—your beasts would
bite me. But I will throw you a hair, and you shall bind them with it.
Then I can come down.” The eldest brother thought to himself: the hair
must be a very singular hair indeed, if it could bind his bear, his
wolf, his dog, and his cat. So, instead of throwing it over the
animals, he threw it into the fire. Meanwhile the old woman came down
from the tree, and they both sat by the fire. But he never moved his
eyes from her.

Very soon she began to grow, and grow, and in a short time she was ten
yards high. Then he remembered the words of the old wood-cutter, and
trembled. However, he only said to her, “How you are growing, auntie.”
“Oh, no, my son,” she answered, “I am only warming myself.” She still
grew taller and taller, and had grown as tall as the beech-tree, when
he again exclaimed, “But how you are growing, old woman!”

“Oh, no, my son. I am only warming myself,” she repeated as before.

But he saw that she meant him mischief, so he shouted to his
companions, “Hold her, my dog! hold her, my little bear! hold her, my
little wolf! hold her my pussy!” Thereupon they all jumped on the old
woman, and began to tear her. Seeing she was unable to help herself,
she begged him to save her from her furious enemies, and promised she
would give him whatever he asked. “Well,” said he, “I demand that you
bring back to life my two brothers, with their companions, and all
those you have destroyed. Besides that, I demand ten loads of ducats.
If you will not comply with these demands, I shall leave you to be torn
to pieces by my animals.” The old woman agreed to do all this, only she
begged hard that one man should not be brought back to life, because
she had said, when she had turned him to ashes, “When you arise, may I
lie down in your place!” and, therefore, she was afraid she should be
turned to ashes herself if he came back to life.

As the eldest brother, however, thought that she was trying to cheat
him, he would not comply with her request.

Finding that she could not otherwise help herself, she at length said
to him, “Take some ashes from that heap under the tree, and throw them
over yourself and your company, and whilst you do so say, ‘Arise up,
dust and ashes—what I am now may you also be!’”

Wonder of wonders! The moment he did as she told him, there arose up
crowds of men—more than ten thousand of them. On seeing such a
multitude of people coming from under the tree, he was almost struck
senseless with astonishment. But he explained to them briefly what had
happened. Most of them thanked him heartily; some, however, of them
would not believe him, and said with anger, “We would rather you had
not awakened us.” Then they went away in crowds; some took one way,
some another, until they were all dispersed. Only his two brothers
remained behind; though they, too, for some time could not believe that
he was their brother. However, when they saw that their animals
recognised his, they remembered that no one but themselves had had such
a strange company of beasts. Having recognised each other, the brothers
fell into each other’s arms, and embraced affectionately. Then they
divided the ducats which the old woman had given to the eldest, loaded
their animals with their treasures, and went straight away towards the
place where they were born, and where their parents had died.

As for the old woman, when the last man arose from the ashes under the
oak-tree, she herself crumbled into ashes under it.




IV.

The three brothers built three fine palaces for themselves, and lived
therein some time unmarried. At length, however, they began to think
what would become of all their property after their deaths, and said to
each other that it would be a pity for them to die without heirs. So
they resolved to marry, that their wealth might be left to their sons
and daughters.

The eldest brother said, “Let me go and find the best wives I can for
all three of us; meantime you two will remain here, and take care of
our property.” The others gladly agreed to this, as the eldest brother
had given proofs enough that he was by far the wisest of the three, and
they felt sure that he would be able also to bring this important
business to a successful issue. So he made the needful preparations,
and started on his journey to look out for three wives for himself and
the two younger brothers who remained at home.

After long travelling he arrived at a large city, and resolved to
remain there all night, and to continue his journey in the morning.

It happened that the king of that place had just arranged a horse-race,
and promised his only daughter as the prize, and, with her, ten loads
of treasure to the winner.

The very evening the eldest brother arrived he heard the public
bell-man proclaiming aloud through the streets, that everyone who had a
horse should come to-morrow to the royal field, and whoever should
spring first over the ditch should be rewarded with the king’s
daughter, and should receive, with her, ten loads of gold.

He listened to the proclamation without saying anything. Next morning
he went out into the king’s field in order to see the racing, and found
there already innumerable horses of all kinds.

A little later came also the princess, the king’s daughter, and behind
her were brought ten loads of treasures.

When he saw the king’s daughter he thought her so exceedingly beautiful
that he went instantly a little aside from the crowd to get a better
sight of her. He then remembered his wonderful stone. Taking it out he
now lifted it to his lips, and immediately the two negroes appeared,
and said, “Master, what do you command?” He replied, “Bring me clothes
of silk and velvet, together with precious stones, and ten good horses!
and bring them as soon as possible!” He had not winked twice before the
negroes had placed before him everything which he had demanded. Then he
took out the hair, and, striking fire with a flint, held the hair near
it. The moment he did this, the same cream-coloured horse that had
given him the hair stood beside him, and asked, “Master, what do you
command?” He answered, “I wish that to-day we leave all the other
horses behind us in the race, so that I may gain the king’s daughter.
Therefore prepare yourself, and let us go at once, as the other horses
are now ready for starting.”

The instant he had spoken these words, the cream-coloured horse stood,
pawing the earth, ready and eager to begin the race. The man then
mounted it, and off they went. The other racers, having started a few
moments before, were already pretty far from the starting-point; in an
instant, however, he had reached them, and in another had passed and
left them far behind. When he reached the ditch—which was a hundred and
five yards deep, and a hundred yards wide—the horse made so great a
spring that it touched ground some fifty yards beyond the ditch, broad
as it was.

Then he rode back and took the maiden, the king’s daughter, and,
placing her behind him on his horse, carried her off, together with the
loads of gold. All the people, seeing this, wondered greatly who the
strange knight could be who had left all the best horses so far behind
in the race, and had won the beautiful princess, with all her rich
treasures.

He rode along until he came to a wood pretty far from the city, and
there he let his wonderful horse go until he should want him again. He
then took off all his beautiful clothes, and put on his old dress, and
in this manner went on with the maiden and the loads of gold.

About evening he arrived at a strange city, and decided to remain
there. After he had rested a little while, the people in the inn told
him that all day long the city bell-man had proclaimed that whoever had
a good horse should go to-morrow to the horse-race, for the king of the
palace had offered his only daughter as a prize, together with a
hundredweight of gold and jewels; but that there was a ditch to be
sprung over which was three hundred and fifty yards deep and a hundred
and fifty yards wide. When he heard this he was greatly pleased, for he
was quite sure that he should win this race also.

Next morning, by the help of the little stone and the wonderful hair,
he was again dressed in the finest clothes, and mounted on his
cream-coloured horse, and so took his place amongst the racers.

Everyone wondered from what country this knight came, and were
delighted at his rich dress; as for the horse, the people were never
tired of admiring it. When the race-horses were arranged for the start
he remained purposely behind. He knew well enough that this was of no
consequence to him, as in one moment he could reach and pass them all.
At length he started, and in a moment distanced the fleetest horse,
arriving at the ditch, and leaping over it as if it were nothing. Then,
without waiting a minute, he took possession of the king’s daughter and
her treasures, and went straight to the city where he had left the
first king’s daughter and her loads of gold.

Taking the two princesses and all the wealth with him, he now thought
that it was time for him to go back home. On his way, however, he had
the great good luck to come again to a large city, where he resolved to
remain during the night. There, also, the public crier had been
proclaiming all day long that the king had determined to give his only
daughter and fifteen hundredweight of gold to whoever should win the
race which was to be run on the morrow. In this instance, however, the
horses would have to leap over a ditch one thousand yards deep and four
hundred and fifty yards wide. On hearing this proclamation, the eldest
brother became very joyful, for he knew that no racer had any chance of
beating his wonderful horse.

On the morrow, therefore, by means of his little stone and the hair, he
ordered fifteen horses to be ready, to carry away the treasures he felt
sure of winning, and, at the same time, directed the negroes to bring
him his fairy courser and dresses so splendid that not even a king
could buy them.

Richly dressed in this way, and mounted, as he was, on his marvellous
horse, all the world, who had gathered to see the great race, could
look at nothing except at him.

When all the racers were arranged for the start, he lingered behind and
let them all speed off like falcons. He wished everyone to see that he
was the last to start, that they might not charge him afterwards with
having in any way cheated. When they had already gone pretty far, he
started himself, and in a moment he had reached them, passed them, and
left them all a long, long distance behind. How could it be otherwise?
When did the crow outfly the falcon? Coming to the ditch, he touched
the bridle a little, and, in an instant, his horse had leaped over the
ditch, and they were safe on the other side. So, without any delay, he
took away the maiden, together with all the gold, and went back to the
city. Having collected his immense treasures, he now took with him the
three princesses and went straight home. As he travelled along with his
company, everyone who met him asked him, “Where are you going?” For you
see the princesses were exceedingly beautiful. But beyond all others
his two brothers, when he reached home, wondered and were delighted at
the sight of the three beautiful princesses. They did not rejoice half
so much over the great riches he had gained for them as over the
marvellous fairness of the king’s daughters whom he had brought to be
their wives.

Thus each of the three brothers married a beautiful princess; the
eldest brother, however, who had shown himself so much the bravest and
wisest of them, married the youngest and most beautiful of the three.








THE SHEPHERD AND THE KING’S DAUGHTER


A long time ago there lived a poor woman who possessed nothing in the
world except one son and four lambs. The boy took the lambs out to
graze every morning, and brought them home every night. One day it
happened that the lambs were grazing in a field not far from the summer
palace of the king, and the king’s daughter came out to the young
shepherd and asked him to give her one of them. The boy refused,
saying, “I cannot give you one, for my mother will scold me if I do, as
we have nothing in the world except these four lambs.” The princess,
however, had taken so great a fancy for a lamb that she would not be
refused, and at last said, “Only let me have this one and I will give
you any price you like to ask.”

The boy, seeing that the princess would not go away without a lamb,
considered a little how he could get rid of her, and then he told her
that he would give her one if she would show him one of her shoulders.
To his great surprise the princess, without any hesitation, pushed her
mantle aside and showed him her bare white arm, and he noticed that on
the shoulder there was a mark like a star. He was obliged now to give
her one of his lambs, and when he went home in the evening he told his
mother that he had fallen asleep at noon, and that when he awoke, one
of the lambs had vanished, and he could not find it anywhere.

Then his mother scolded him very much, saying, “I see you will bring me
to the beggar’s staff with your carelessness! To-morrow you must take
these three lambs out to graze very early, and look well about for the
lost one. And if you don’t find it you had better never let me set eyes
on you again.”

At dawn the next day the boy took the three lambs to graze in the same
field, and sat down to consider how he could get back the lamb he had
lost. At noon, when no one was about, the king’s daughter came out of
the palace and said to him, “Young shepherd, give me another lamb, and
ask what you please in return.” But the boy answered, “No! I dare not
give you another; I have suffered enough for the one I gave you
yesterday! So please go and bring me my lamb back.”

This the princess refused to do, and said, “It is quite useless to
speak of such a thing. But tell me, did you notice anything particular
on my shoulder?”

The youth answered, “Yes, I saw a star!”

“Ah!” exclaimed the princess; “for that you can never pay me enough,
and yet you want your lamb back!” So they almost quarrelled, for the
king’s daughter persisted in begging him to give her another lamb, and
the young shepherd insisted that she should bring him the first one
back again.

At last, seeing there was no end to her begging, the boy said, “Well! I
will give you one if you uncover before me your other shoulder.” This
the princess did instantly, and he remarked that she had the mark of a
star on that arm also. In this way he lost a second lamb; and when the
evening came he went home very sadly, feeling sure his mother would
scold him. And so she did, far more than at the first time, calling him
ill names and threatening to beat him. The boy was really sorry that he
had given way to the princess’s prayers, but he could not help it now.
Next day, again, the princess came to him and begged so hard and so
long for a third lamb that he became impatient, and, thinking to shame
her, said he would give her one if she showed him her neck. To his
great surprise, however, the king’s daughter at once let her mantle
fall, and he saw that she had the mark of a crescent on her throat. So
the poor boy lost a third lamb, and hardly dared go home to his mother
at night with the one lamb left them. Indeed the poor old woman was so
angry at her son’s carelessness in losing one lamb after another whilst
he slept—for he did not dare to tell her the truth about the
princess—that she cursed him as “a good-for-nothing who would bring her
to beggary.”

Notwithstanding all his mother’s reproaches and threats the boy could
not refuse the princess the next day when she came out to ask for the
fourth lamb. However, he tried to get her to go away a long time, and
not until quite tired out with her begging, did he exclaim, “Well, I
will give you the lamb if you will show me your breast!” Then the
princess pushed her robe aside, and the boy noticed that she had the
mark of a sun on her bosom.

In this way the young shepherd lost all the four lambs, and he lived a
long time with his mother in great poverty.

A long, long time afterwards the king sent out a proclamation that he
intended to let his daughter marry, and would give her to that man who
could tell him what particular birth-marks she had about her. The young
shepherd heard this proclamation, and when he went home in the evening
he said to his mother, “Mother, I intend to go to the king’s palace
to-morrow, so get me my best linen ready.”

“And what do you want in the king’s palace?” asked the poor old woman
wondering.

“I intend, God helping me, to marry the king’s daughter,” replied the
young man boldly.

“Oh! you had better give up that fancy,” cried the mother. “It will be
better for you to go and work and gain a piaster than to go, like a fly
without a head, dreaming about things that are as high as the sky above
you.”

But the young man would not be persuaded, and went the next day to the
king’s palace. Before going out of the hut, however, he said to his
anxious old mother, “Good-bye, mother.”

He had not waited very far before a gipsy met him, and asked, “Where
are you going, my young man?”

“I am going to the king’s palace,” answered the youth, “and I mean, God
helping me, to marry the king’s daughter.”

“But, my dear comrade,” said the gipsy, keeping near him, “how can you
really expect that she will marry you, when you are so poor? Only a
shepherd!”

“Eh!” returned the young man; “but I know what birth-marks she has, and
the king has sent out a proclamation that whoever guesses these shall
have her for his wife.”

“If it is so,” rejoined the cunning gipsy, “I myself will also go to
the palace with you.”

The young man was glad to have company on the road, and so he and the
gipsy travelled on together until they came to the residence of the
king.

When they came to the palace they found a large number of people who
had come to “try their luck,” and guess what birth-marks the princess
had. But it was lost time, for every one of them, after going past the
king and guessing “by good luck” at the marks of the princess, was
obliged to go away, having lost his time and gained nothing. At length
the turn came for the young shepherd to pass before the king, and the
gipsy kept close to him to hear what he would say.

So the youth stepped before the king and said, “The princess has a star
on each shoulder, and a crescent on the throat——”

At this moment the gipsy shouted loudly, “Look there! that is just what
I was going to say!”

“Be quiet!” said the young shepherd; “or, if you really know what other
marks she has, speak out.”

“No, no!” cried the gipsy, “go on, go on! When you have done, I will
speak what I know!”

Then the youth turned again to the king and continued, “The princess
has the mark of a sun on her bosom——”

“That is exactly what I was going to say!” cried the gipsy, coming up
quickly; “she has the mark of a sun on her breast.”

Now the king was exceeding surprised, and confessed to his counsellors
that the young shepherd had really guessed the truth. But as neither
the king nor the counsellors at all liked the idea of the princess
marrying a poor shepherd, they consulted how they could get rid of him
without giving the lie to the king’s proclamation. At length it was
decided that his Majesty should say, “As both the shepherd and the
gipsy have guessed the princess’s birth-marks, I cannot justly decide
which of them should marry her. But I will give to each of them seventy
piasters, and they must both go and trade with this money for a year.
At the end of the year, that one which brings back the most money shall
have the princess for his wife.”

The young shepherd and the gipsy, having received the money, went off
in opposite directions to seek their fortunes.

After having travelled about some time, like a fly without a head, not
knowing where—the shepherd stopped one night to rest in the hut of an
old woman, who was even poorer than his own mother.

As he sat with the old woman in the hut that evening, the lad thought
he might just as well ask her advice as to the best way to invest his
capital of seventy piasters, so he said: “I have seventy piasters to
trade with, can you tell me some good way in which I may employ them
profitably?”

The old woman considered the matter for some time before she answered,
and then said, “To-morrow is market-day in the next city; go there
yourself, and when a man brings a very poor cow for sale, go up and try
to buy it. The cow will be of many different colours, but very thin and
ill fed, but you must buy her at whatever price the man asks for her.
When you have bought her, bring her here at once.”

The young man agreed to follow the old woman’s counsel, and so next day
he went to the city and really found there a man who had brought a
poor, but variously coloured, cow to sell. Many people wished to buy
the cow, but the young man outbid them all, and at length offered all
his seventy piasters for her. So he got the cow, and drove it to the
hut where he had passed the night. When the old woman came out to see
who was coming, he called out to her, “Now, my old mother, I have
bought the cow, and what shall we do with her? She has cost me all my
capital!”

The old woman answered at once, “Kill the cow, my son, and cut it in
pieces.”

“But how will that bring me back my money with profit?” asked the young
shepherd, hesitating whether he should follow her advice or no.

“Don’t be afraid, my son, but do as I say,” returned the old woman.
Accordingly he did as she advised him, killed the cow and cut her into
pieces. This done, he asked again, “And now, what shall I do?” The old
woman said quietly, “Well, now we will eat the meat, and the suet we
will melt down and put into a pot to keep for some other occasion.”

The shepherd did not at all like this proposal, for he could not see
what return he could hope to get for such an investment of his capital.
However, he thought within himself, “Well, since I have been foolish
enough to follow her counsel on the two former occasions, I may as well
follow it also this third time.” So he remained with the old woman many
days, until the last piece of meat had been eaten up. When, however, he
thought over all that had happened, he grew very sad, and, seeing no
sign of anything better, said one morning to the old woman
reproachfully, “Now you see by following your counsel I have spent all
the king’s money, and am now a ruined man!”

“Don’t be afraid, my son,” said the old woman; “you can now take that
pot of suet with you and go to the black world, where all the people
are black as chimney-pots, and there you can sell for a good deal of
money your suet, for it has the power to make the black skin white.”

The poor shepherd was very glad at hearing this, and next morning took
the pot of suet on his shoulder and started on his journey. After he
had travelled many, many days, he came to a strange-looking country,
and, going a little farther, he saw a man who was quite black, just as
the old woman had said—as black as a chimney-pot. He was immediately
going to offer to sell some of his fat to the black man, when the
latter, frightened at the sight of a white man, ran away. Many other
black men who saw him did the same, but after a while, when they saw
that he went on quietly carrying his pot on his shoulder, they took
courage, and came to him one by one, until at last quite a large crowd
had gathered about him. At length, one of them ventured to say to him,
“You strange-looking man, tell us who you are, and where you come from,
and why did you come here?” The shepherd answered, “I am a white man
from a white world, and I come to bring you some fat which will make
you also white—that is, of course, if you choose to buy it from me and
pay me for it well.”

Now the black men, though they had been quite shocked at first to see
the white man, began to think they also would like to be white; so they
said they were willing to pay him as much as he liked to ask for his
wonderful fat, because they were very rich.

However, they doubted a little if the fat would really make them white
as he said, and wished to see it tried before they bought it. Thereupon
he set the pot on the ground, and walked round and round it, saying
some queer words as if he were charming it. Then he took out of the pot
a little of the fat, and with it smeared one of the black men. In a
moment the black skin became quite white, and the other blacks, seeing
that he had told them the truth, crowded eagerly round him, begging
that he would make them white also, and out-bidding each other in
offers of money, provided only that he made them white in a short time.
The young shepherd worked hard, smearing one black skin after the
other, until he got quite weary and had become very rich, for they gave
him a good deal of money, and there were a great many of them who
wished to be made white.

Just as he had thus whitened the last of the black men about him, one
of them said to him, “Wonder-working man! We have a king who, being our
chief, is the blackest of us all; therefore, if you think you can make
him white also, we are sure he will be very glad to get rid of his
blackness, and will pay you more money than you ever dreamt of.”

“I will do it very gladly,” answered the shepherd; “for you must know I
am doing this not so much for the sake of money as for charity; only,
show me at once the way to your king.”

So they all ran off before him to show him the way, and he followed
them carrying his pot on his shoulder.

When they arrived at the door of the king’s palace, one of the men said
to him, “Wait a moment here, whilst I go and tell his Majesty all about
your wonderful fat, and ask him to receive you.” The shepherd waited
quietly, though crowds gathered round him to stare at him and his great
pot, until the man came back and said the king was waiting impatiently
to see him. So he lifted his pot again on his shoulder—for he had set
it down that he might rest the better—and followed the messenger to the
king’s presence.

Now the king of the black men was far blacker than anything the
shepherd had ever seen in his life; he had no doubt, however, after all
he had seen, but that his fat would whiten him also. So he said
cheerfully, “Good morning, your Majesty!” “Good morning, my dear
fellow,” returned the black king; “I have heard that you can do
wonders, and I have seen that you have already whitened many of my
subjects, so, for Heaven’s sake, deliver me also from this my
blackness, and ask in return whatever you like, even the half of my
kingdom!”

“What your Majesty has heard is quite true,” said the shepherd; “and I
will very gladly try to make you also white!” and he took a great lump
of fat and rubbed it well all over the king’s face and neck. In a
moment the king became as white as snow, to the great rejoicings of all
his people. But no one was so pleased as the king himself, so he said
again, “Only ask! I will give you whatever you wish, even if it be my
throne!”

“I thank your Majesty very humbly for offering me your throne, but I
don’t want it,” replied the shepherd; “but if you will give me three
ships full of gold and silver, and some good sailors to manage the
ships, and some good soldiers and cannons to defend them against the
pirates, I shall think myself more than repaid, and I will send you
back the ships and cannons when the gold and silver are landed safely
in my country.”

Then the king at once gave the necessary orders, and in a very few days
his servants came to report to him that the ships were then filled with
gold and silver, and that the cannons were ready loaded and posted for
action, and all the sailors and soldiers prepared to fight if any
sea-robber came in their way.

Then the young shepherd took a courteous leave of the king, and of all
those other people who were so thankful to him for having changed them
from black men into white ones. He now went on board one of the ships,
very glad to go back to his own country, and the two other ships full
of gold and silver followed the first one across the seas.

After having sailed a long time the three ships reached at last the
coast of the kingdom where the king was waiting, daily expecting the
return of the gipsy and shepherd to claim his daughter. The shepherd
let his ships lie quietly in the harbour one day, and then, noticing
much tumult and disturbance in the city, went ashore to see what had
happened. There he found a great crowd, and on asking some of the
people what they were going to do, they told him that they were going
to hang a gipsy who had come to the city with seventy piasters capital,
and who had not only spent all his money in drinking and revellings,
but had even got into debt for seventy other piasters, which he was
quite unable to pay, and that this was the reason they were about to
hang him. In a few moments the hangman appeared, leading the gipsy, who
was no other than the very man who had tried to cheat the shepherd out
of the princess.

The young shepherd recognised his rival at once, and, going near him,
said, “What is this, my old friend? Have you really come to this?” The
instant the gipsy saw the shepherd he stopped and began to whine and
wail, begging him to save him from the gibbet, and he would be his
faithful servant all his life. “As for the princess,” he added
cunningly, “I have given her up a long time ago, and don’t care for
anything if only my life is spared.”

Then the young shepherd was sorry for the poor trembling, whining
wretch, and offered to pay the debt for the gipsy if the people would
let him off. So they agreed to this, and the young man not only paid
the seventy piasters the gipsy owed, but bought him besides a suit of
good clothes as well as a carriage and a pair of fine horses. Then he
left him and went back to his ships, and they sailed on slowly along
the coast towards the king’s residence.

Now when the gipsy had dressed himself out smartly in his fine new
clothes, he got into his carriage and drove off quickly to the king’s
palace. Arrived there, he left his carriage and horses in the
courtyard, and went at once to the presence of the king, whom he
addressed thus: “Your Majesty knows it is not yet quite a year since
you gave me seventy piasters to trade with, and see! I come back
already handsomely dressed, and have a fine carriage with a pair of
beautiful horses below in the yard. As for the young shepherd, I have
heard that he has not only spent all your Majesty’s money in rioting,
but that he had also got in debt, for which he has been hanged. So it
is no use waiting for him! Let us keep my wedding at once!”

The king did not fancy the gipsy for his son-in-law, and was thinking
what he could say to put him off a little time, when, looking by chance
through his window, he saw three strange-looking ships sailing slowly
towards the shore. At this he exclaimed, “I see some foreign visitors
are coming to visit me, and I shall have enough to do to receive them
with due honours, so we must put off the marriage for some days, at
least!”

But the gipsy pressed the king more and more to let him marry the
princess at once; he was even bold enough to tell his Majesty that he
could not wait any longer, and that the wedding would be all over in an
hour. The king, however, refused to hear anything of this; so the
gipsy, seeing that his plan had failed, went out from the presence of
the king in great anger.

A few hours later the three strange-looking ships dropped their anchors
just opposite the palace, and the young shepherd, landing, came into
the presence of the king, who was greatly astonished to see him alive,
and still more astonished to hear that in return for his seventy
piasters he had brought three vessels full of gold and silver.

The king was now very well content to accept him as his son-in-law, and
told him, in the course of conversation, what the gipsy had said about
his having gone in debt and been hanged. Then the young shepherd told
his Majesty how he had found the gipsy, and had saved his life by
paying his debt for him. The king was exceedingly angry, and ordered
his servants to go after the gipsy and bring him at once into his
presence.

The servants looked about and around the palace on all sides, but
nowhere could they find any trace of the gipsy. Then the king commanded
that some of them should go in search of him without delay, and armed
men were speedily scattered over the whole country, so that at last he
was caught, and brought before the king, who condemned him to be hanged
for having so shamefully tried to injure the man who had saved his life
and treated him so generously, and for having, at the same time,
attempted to cheat the king.

The young shepherd spent a few days in the palace, telling the king all
the things he had seen in the black world, and then, all preparations
having been made, he was married to the princess, with great pomp and
rejoicings.

Then the king with his daughter and son-in-law lived for a great many
years very happily.








NOTES

[1] Serbian name for “Cinderella.”

[2] “Gusle,” a one-stringed musical instrument.