Andrew Lang_Fairy Book 08 (14 page)

The third day came, and the youth asked leave to play on his flute.
'No, no,' said the king, 'you made me dance all day yesterday, and if
I do it again it will certainly be my death. You shall play no more
tunes. Quick! the rope round his neck.'

At these words the young man looked so sorrowful that the
courtiers said to the king: 'He is very young to die. Let him play a
tune if it will make him happy.' So, very unwillingly, the king gave
him leave; but first he had himself bound to a big fir tree, for fear
that he should be made to dance.

When he was made fast, the young man began to blow softly on his
flute, and bound though he was, the king's body moved to the
sound, up and down the fir tree till his clothes were in tatters, and
the skin nearly rubbed off his back. But the youth had no pity, and
went on blowing, till suddenly the old magician appeared and
asked: 'What danger are you in, my son, that you have sent for me?'

'They want to hang me,' answered the young man; 'the gallows are
all ready and the hangman is only waiting for me to stop playing.'

'Oh, I will put that right,' said the magician; and taking the gallows,
he tore it up and flung it into the air, and no one knows where it
came down. 'Who has ordered you to be hanged?' asked he.

The young man pointed to the king, who was still bound to the fir;
and without wasting words the magician took hold of the tree also,
and with a mighty heave both fir and man went spinning through
the air, and vanished in the clouds after the gallows.

Then the youth was declared to be free, and the people elected him
for their king; and the stable helper drowned himself from envy, for,
after all, if it had not been for him the young man would have
remained poor all the days of his life.

(From Finnische Mahrchen.)

Once upon a time there lived a king who was so fond of wine that
he could not go to sleep unless he knew he had a great flaskful tied
to his bed-post. All day long he drank till he was too stupid to
attend to his business, and everything in the kingdom went to rack
and ruin. But one day an accident happened to him, and he was
struck on the head by a falling bough, so that he fell from his horse
and lay dead upon the ground.

His wife and son mourned his loss bitterly, for, in spite of his faults,
he had always been kind to them. So they abandoned the crown
and forsook their country, not knowing or caring where they went.

At length they wandered into a forest, and being very tired, sat
down under a tree to eat some bread that they had brought with
them. When they had finished the queen said: 'My son, I am thirsty;
fetch me some water.'

The prince got up at once and went to a brook which he heard
gurgling near at hand. He stooped and filled his hat with the water,
which he brought to his mother; then he turned and followed the
stream up to its source in a rock, where it bubbled out clear and
fresh and cold. He knelt down to take a draught from the deep
pool below the rock, when he saw the reflection of a sword hanging
from the branch of a tree over his head. The young man drew back
with a start; but in a moment he climbed the tree, cutting the rope
which held the sword, and carried the weapon to his mother.

The queen was greatly surprised at the sight of anything so splendid
in such a lonely place, and took it in her hands to examine it closely.
It was of curious workmanship, wrought with gold, and on its
handle was written: 'The man who can buckle on this sword will
become stronger than other men.' The queen's heart swelled with
joy as she read these words, and she bade her son lose no time in
testing their truth. So he fastened it round his waist, and instantly a
glow of strength seemed to run through his veins. He took hold of
a thick oak tree and rooted it up as easily as if it had been a weed.

This discovery put new life into the queen and her son, and they
continued their walk through the forest. But night was drawing on,
and the darkness grew so thick that it seemed as if it could be cut
with a knife. They did not want to sleep in the wood, for they were
afraid of wolves and other wild beasts, so they groped their way
along, hand in hand, till the prince tripped over something which lay
across the path. He could not see what it was, but stooped down
and tried to lift it. The thing was very heavy, and he thought his
back would break under the strain. At last with a great heave he
moved it out of the road, and as it fell he knew it was a huge rock.
Behind the rock was a cave which it was quite clear was the home
of some robbers, though not one of the band was there.

Hastily putting out the fire which burned brightly at the back, and
bidding his mother come in and keep very still, the prince began to
pace up and down, listening for the return of the robbers. But he
was very sleepy, and in spite of all his efforts he felt he could not
keep awake much longer, when he heard the sound of the robbers
returning, shouting and singing as they marched along. Soon the
singing ceased, and straining his ears he heard them discussing
anxiously what had become of their cave, and why they could not
see the fire as usual. 'This must be the place,' said a voice, which
the prince took to be that of the captain. 'Yes, I feel the ditch
before the entrance. Someone forgot to pile up the fire before we
left and it has burnt itself out! But it is all right. Let every man
jump across, and as he does so cry out "Hop! I am here." I will go
last. Now begin.'

The man who stood nearest jumped across, but he had no time to
give the call which the captain had ordered, for with one swift,
silent stroke of the prince's sword, his head rolled into a corner.
Then the young man cried instead, 'Hop! I am here.'

The second man, hearing the signal, leapt the ditch in confidence,
and was met by the same fate, and in a few minutes eleven of the
robbers lay dead, and there remained only the captain.

Now the captain had wound round his neck the shawl of his lost
wife, and the stroke of the prince's sword fell harmless. Being very
cunning, however, he made no resistance, and rolled over as if he
were as dead as the other men. Still, the prince was no fool, and
wondered if indeed he was as dead as he seemed to be; but the
captain lay so stiff and stark, that at last he was taken in.

The prince next dragged the headless bodies into a chamber in the
cave, and locked the door. Then he and his mother ransacked the
place for some food, and when they had eaten it they lay down and
slept in peace.

With the dawn they were both awake again, and found that, instead
of the cave which they had come to the night before, they now were
in a splendid castle, full of beautiful rooms. The prince went round
all these and carefully locked them up, bidding his mother take care
of the keys while he was hunting.

Unfortunately, the queen, like all women, could not bear to think
that there was anything which she did not know. So the moment
that her son had turned his back, she opened the doors of all the
rooms, and peeped in, till she came to the one where the robbers
lay. But if the sight of the blood on the ground turned her faint, the
sight of the robber captain walking up and down was a greater
shock still. She quickly turned the key in the lock, and ran back to
the chamber she had slept in.

Soon after her son came in, bringing with him a large bear, which
he had killed for supper. As there was enough food to last them for
many days, the prince did not hunt the next morning, but, instead,
began to explore the castle. He found that a secret way led from it
into the forest; and following the path, he reached another castle
larger and more splendid than the one belonging to the robbers. He
knocked at the door with his fist, and said that he wanted to enter;
but the giant, to whom the castle belonged, only answered: 'I know
who you are. I have nothing to do with robbers.'

'I am no robber,' answered the prince. 'I am the son of a king, and I
have killed all the band. If you do not open to me at once I will
break in the door, and your head shall go to join the others.'

He waited a little, but the door remained shut as tightly as before.
Then he just put his shoulder to it, and immediately the wood began
to crack. When the giant found that it was no use keeping it shut,
he opened it, saying: 'I see you are a brave youth. Let there be
peace between us.'

And the prince was glad to make peace, for he had caught a
glimpse of the giant's beautiful daughter, and from that day he often
sought the giant's house.

Now the queen led a dull life all alone in the castle, and to amuse
herself she paid visits to the robber captain, who flattered her till at
last she agreed to marry him. But as she was much afraid of her
son, she told the robber that the next time the prince went to bathe
in the river, he was to steal the sword from its place above the bed,
for without it the young man would have no power to punish him
for his boldness.

The robber captain thought this good counsel, and the next
morning, when the young man went to bathe, he unhooked the
sword from its nail and buckled it round his waist. On his return to
the castle, the prince found the robber waiting for him on the steps,
waving the sword above his head, and knowing that some horrible
fate was in store, fell on his knees and begged for mercy. But he
might as well have tried to squeeze blood out of a stone. The
robber, indeed, granted him his life, but took out both his eyes,
which he thrust into the prince's hand, saying brutally:

'Here, you had better keep them! You may find them useful!'

Weeping, the blind youth felt his way to the giant's house, and told
him all the story.

The giant was full of pity for the poor young man, but inquired
anxiously what he had done with the eyes. The prince drew them
out of his pocket, and silently handed them to the giant, who
washed them well, and then put them back in the prince's head. For
three days he lay in utter darkness; then the light began to come
back, till soon he saw as well as ever.

But though he could not rejoice enough over the recovery of his
eyes, he bewailed bitterly the loss of his sword, and that it should
have fallen to the lot of his bitter enemy.

'Never mind, my friend,' said the giant, 'I will get it back for you.'
And he sent for the monkey who was his head servant.

'Tell the fox and the squirrel that they are to go with you, and fetch
me back the prince's sword,' ordered he.

The three servants set out at once, one seated on the back of the
others, the ape, who disliked walking, being generally on top.
Directly they came to the window of the robber captain's room, the
monkey sprang from the backs of the fox and the squirrel, and
climbed in. The room was empty, and the sword hanging from a
nail. He took it down, and buckling it round his waist, as he had
seen the prince do, swung himself down again, and mounting on the
backs of his two companions, hastened to his master. The giant
bade him give the sword to the prince, who girded himself with it,
and returned with all speed to the castle.

'Come out, you rascal! come out, you villain!' cried he, 'and answer
to me for the wrong you have done. I will show you who is the
master in this house!'

The noise he made brought the robber into the room. He glanced
up to where the sword usually hung, but it was gone; and
instinctively he looked at the prince's hand, where he saw it
gleaming brightly. In his turn he fell on his knees to beg for mercy,
but it was too late. As he had done to the prince, so the prince did
to him, and, blinded, he was thrust forth, and fell down a deep hole,
where he is to this day. His mother the prince sent back to her
father, and never would see her again. After this he returned to the
giant, and said to him:

'My friend, add one more kindness to those you have already
heaped on me. Give me your daughter as my wife.'

So they were married, and the wedding feast was so splendid that
there was not a kingdom in the world that did not hear of it. And
the prince never went back to his father's throne, but lived
peacefully with his wife in the forest, where, if they are not dead,
they are living still.

(From Ungarische Volksmarchen.)

Once, long ago, in a little town that lay in the midst of high hills and
wild forests, a party of shepherds sat one night in the kitchen of the
inn talking over old times, and telling of the strange things that had
befallen them in their youth.

Presently up spoke the silver-haired Father Martin.

'Comrades,' said he, 'you have had wonderful adventures; but I will
tell you something still more astonishing that happened to myself.
When I was a young lad I had no home and no one to care for me,
and I wandered from village to village all over the country with my
knapsack on my back; but as soon as I was old enough I took
service with a shepherd in the mountains, and helped him for three
years. One autumn evening as we drove the flock homeward ten
sheep were missing, and the master bade me go and seek them in
the forest. I took my dog with me, but he could find no trace of
them, though we searched among the bushes till night fell; and then,
as I did not know the country and could not find my way home in
the dark, I decided to sleep under a tree. At midnight my dog
became uneasy, and began to whine and creep close to me with his
tail between his legs; by this I knew that something was wrong,
and, looking about, I saw in the bright moonlight a figure standing
beside me. It seemed to be a man with shaggy hair, and a long
beard which hung down to his knees. He had a garland upon his
head, and a girdle of oak-leaves about his body, and carried an
uprooted fir-tree in his right hand. I shook like an aspen leaf at the
sight, and my spirit quaked for fear. The strange being beckoned
with his hand that I should follow him; but as I did not stir from the
spot he spoke in a hoarse, grating voice: "Take courage,
fainthearted shepherd. I am the Treasure Seeker of the mountain.
If you will come with me you shall dig up much gold."