Alas, alas! if thy mother knew it, Sadly, sadly would she rue it."
Then she drove on the geese, and sat down again in the meadow, and began to comb out her hair as before, and Conrad ran up to her, and wanted to take hold of it. The princess repeated the words she had used the day before, when the wind came and blew away his hat, and off it flew a great way, over the hills and far away, so that he had to run after it. When he returned, she had bound up her hair again, and all was safe. So they watched the geese until it grew dark.
In the evening, after they came home, Conrad went to the old king and said--
"I won"t have that strange girl to help me to keep the geese any longer."
"Why?" said the king.
"Because instead of doing any good she does nothing but tease me all day long."
Then the king made him tell what had happened, and Conrad said--
"When we go in the morning through the dark gate with our flock of geese, she cries and talks with the head of a horse that hangs upon the wall, and the head answers her."
And Conrad went on telling the king what had happened in the meadow where the geese fed; how his hat was blown away, and how he was forced to run after it and leave his flock of geese to themselves. The old king told the boy to go out again the next day, and when morning came he placed himself behind the dark gate, and heard how the princess spoke to Falada, and how Falada answered. Then he went into the field and hid himself in a bush by the meadow"s side, and he soon saw with his own eyes how they drove the flock of geese, and how, after a little time, she let down her hair that glittered in the sun. Then he heard her call the wind, and soon there came a gust that carried away Conrad"s hat, and away he went after it, while the girl went on combing and curling her hair. All this the old king saw; so he went home without having been observed, and when the goose-girl came back in the evening, he called her aside and asked her why she did so. She burst into tears, and said--
"That I must not tell you nor any man, or I shall lose my life."
The old king begged hard, but she would tell him nothing. Then he said--
"If you will not tell me thy story, tell thy grief to the iron stove there," and then he went away.
Then the princess crept into the stove, and, weeping and lamenting, she poured forth her whole heart, saying--
"I am alone in the whole world, though I am a king"s daughter. A treacherous waiting-maid has taken my place and compelled me to put off my royal dress, and even taken my place with my bridegroom, while I have to work as a goose-girl. If my mother knew it, it would break her heart."
The old king, however, was standing by the stove, listening to what the princess said, and overheard it all. He ordered royal clothes to be put upon her, and gazed at her in wonder, she was so beautiful.
Then he called his son, and told him that he had only a false bride, for that she was merely the waiting-maid, while the true bride stood by. The young prince rejoiced when he saw the princess"s beauty, and heard how meek and patient she had been, and the king ordered a great feast to be got ready for all his court. The bridegroom sat at the top of the table, with the false princess on one side and the true one on the other; but the waiting-maid did not recognise the princess, for her beauty was quite dazzling.
When they had eaten and drunk, and were very merry, the old king said he would tell them a tale. So he began, and told all the story of the princess, as if it were a tale he had heard, and he asked the waiting-woman what she thought ought to be done to any one who behaved so badly as the servant in the story.
"Nothing better," said the false bride, "than that she should be thrown into a cask stuck round with sharp nails, and that two white horses should be put to it, and should drag it from street to street till she were dead."
"Thou art she," said the old king, "and as thou hast judged thyself, so it shall be done to thee."
Then the young prince was married to his true wife, and they reigned over the kingdom in peace and happiness all their lives.
HANS JAGENTEUFEL.
It is commonly believed that if any person is guilty of a crime for which he deserves to lose his head, he will, if he escape punishment during his lifetime, be condemned after his death to wander about with his head under his arm.
In the year 1644 a woman of Dresden went out early one Sunday morning into a neighbouring wood for the purpose of collecting acorns. In an open s.p.a.ce, at a spot not very far from the place which is called the Lost Water, she heard somebody blow a very strong blast upon a hunting-horn, and immediately afterwards a heavy fall succeeded, as though a large tree had fallen to the ground. The woman was greatly alarmed, and concealed her little bag of acorns among the gra.s.s.
Shortly afterwards the horn was blown a second time, and on looking round she saw a man without a head, dressed in a long grey cloak, and riding upon a grey horse. He was booted and spurred, and had a bugle-horn hanging at his back.
As he rode past her very quietly she regained her courage, went on gathering the acorns, and when evening came returned home undisturbed.
Nine days afterwards, the woman returned to that spot for the purpose of again collecting the acorns, and as she sat down by the Forsterberg, peeling an apple, she heard behind her a voice calling out to her--
"Have you taken a whole sack of acorns and n.o.body tried to punish you for doing so?"
"No," said she. "The foresters are very kind to the poor, and they have done nothing to me--the Lord have mercy on my sins!"
With these words she turned about, and there stood he of the grey cloak, but this time he was without his horse, and carried his head, which was covered with curling brown hair, under his arm.
The woman shrank from him in alarm, but the spirit said--
"Ye do well to pray to G.o.d to forgive you your sins, it was never my good lot to do so."
Thereupon he related to her how that he had lived about one hundred and thirty years before, and was called Hans Jagenteufel, as his father had been before him, and how his father had often besought him not to be too hard upon poor people, how he had paid no regard to the advice his father had given him, but had pa.s.sed his time in drinking and carousing, and in all manner of wickedness, for which he was now condemned to wander about the world as an evil spirit.
THE WAITS OF BREMEN.
An honest farmer had once an a.s.s that had been a faithful hard-working slave to him for a great many years, but was now growing old, and every day more and more unfit for work. His master therefore was tired of keeping him to live at ease like a gentleman, and so began to think of putting an end to him. The a.s.s, who was a shrewd hand, saw that some mischief was in the wind, so he took himself slily off, and began his journey towards Bremen.
"There," thought he to himself, "as I have a good voice, I may chance to be chosen town musician."
After he had travelled a little way, he spied a dog lying by the roadside, and panting as if very tired.
"What makes you pant so, my friend?" said the a.s.s.
"Alas!" said the dog, "my master was going to knock me on the head, because I am old and weak, and can no longer make myself useful to him in hunting, so I ran away. But what can I do to earn my livelihood?"
"Hark ye," said the a.s.s, "I am going to Bremen to turn musician. Come with me, and try what you can do in the same way."
The dog said he was willing, and on they went.
They had not gone far before they saw a cat sitting in the middle of the road, with tears in her eyes, and making a most rueful face.
"Pray, my good lady," said the a.s.s, "what"s the matter with you? You look quite out of spirits."
"Ah, me!" said the cat. "How can a body be in good spirits when one"s life is in danger? Because I am beginning to grow old, and had rather lie at my ease before the fire than run about the house after the mice, my mistress laid hold of me, and was going to drown me, and though I have been lucky enough to get away from her, I know not how I am to live."
"Oh!" said the a.s.s, "by all means go with us to Bremen. You are a good night-singer, and may make your fortune as one of the waits."
The cat was pleased with the thought, and joined the party. Soon afterwards, as they were pa.s.sing by a farmyard, they saw a c.o.c.k perched upon a gate, screaming out with all his might and main.
"Bravo!" said the a.s.s. "Upon my word, you make a famous noise. Pray, what is all this about?"
"Why," said the c.o.c.k, "I was just now telling all our neighbours that we were to have fine weather for our washing-day; and yet my mistress and the cook don"t thank me for my pains, but threaten to cut my head off to-morrow, and make broth of me for the guests that are coming on Sunday."