So off went the fool to his mother, and told her what the wise woman said.
"And I reckon I"ll have to kill that pig," says he, "for I like fat bacon better than anything."
"Then do it, my lad," said his mother, "for certain "t will be a strange and good thing fur thee, if thou canst buy a pottle o" brains, and be able to look after thy own self."
So he killed his pig, and next day off he went to the wise woman"s cottage, and there she sat, reading in a great book.
"G.o.de"en, missis," says he, "I"ve brought thee the heart o" the thing I like the best of all; and I put it hapt in paper on the table."
"Aye so?" says she, and looked at him through her spectacles. "Tell me this then, what runs without feet?"
He scratched his head, and thought, and thought, but he couldn"t tell.
"Go thy ways," says she, "thou "st not fetched me the right thing yet.
I"ve no brains for thee to-day." And she clapt the book together, and turned her back.
So off the fool went to tell his mother. But as he got nigh the house, out came folk running to tell him that his mother was dying.
And when he got in, his mother only looked at him and smiled as if to say she could leave him with a quiet mind since he had got brains enough now to look after himself--and then she died.
So down he sat and the more he thought about it the badder he felt. He minded how she"d nursed him when he was a tiddy brat, and helped him with his lessons, and cooked his dinners, and mended his clouts, and bore with his foolishness; and he felt sorrier and sorrier, while he began to sob and greet.
"Oh, mother, mother!" says he, "who"ll take care of me now? Thou shouldn"t have left me alone, for I liked thee better than everything!"
And as he said that, he thought of the words of the wise woman. "Hi, yi!" says he, "must I take mother"s heart to her?"
"No! I can"t do that," says he. "What"ll I do? what"ll I do to get that pottle o" brains, now I"m alone in the world?" So he thought and thought and thought, and next day he went and borrowed a sack, and bundled his mother in, and carried it on his shoulder up to the wise woman"s cottage.
"G.o.de"en, missis," says he, "I reckon I"ve fetched thee the right thing this time, surely," and he plumped the sack down kerflap! in the doorsill.
"Maybe," says the wise woman, "but read me this, now, what"s yellow and shining but isn"t gold?"
And he scratched his head, and thought and thought, but he couldn"t tell.
"Thou "st not hit the right thing, my lad," says she. "I doubt thou "rt a bigger fool than I thought!" and shut the door in his face.
"See there!" says he, and set down by the road side and greets.
"I"ve lost the only two things as I cared for, and what else can I find to buy a pottle o" brains with!" and he fair howled, till the tears ran down into his mouth. And up came a la.s.s that lived near at hand, and looked at him.
"What"s up with thee, fool?" says she.
"Oo, I"ve killed my pig, and lost my mother and I"m n.o.bbut a fool myself," says he, sobbing.
"That"s bad," says she; "and haven"t thee anybody to look after thee?"
"No," says he, "and I canna buy my pottle o" brains, for there"s nothing I like best left!"
"What art talking about?" says she.
And down she sets by him, and he told her all about the wise woman and the pig, and his mother and the riddles, and that he was alone in the world.
"Well," says she, "I wouldn"t mind looking after thee myself."
"Could thee do it?" says he.
"Ou, ay!" says she; "folks say as fools make good husbands, and I reckon I"ll have thee, if thou "rt willing."
"Can"st cook?" says he.
"Ay, I can," says she.
"And scrub?" says he.
"Surely," says she.
"And mend my clouts?" says he.
"I can that," says she.
"I reckon thou "lt do then as well as anybody," says he; "but what"ll I do about this wise woman?"
"Oh, wait a bit," says she, "something may turn up, and it"ll not matter if thou "rt a fool, so long"st thou "st got me to look after thee."
"That"s true," says he, and off they went and got married. And she kept his house so clean and neat, and cooked his dinner so fine, that one night he says to her: "La.s.s, I"m thinking I like thee best of everything after all."
"That"s good hearing," says she, "and what then?"
"Have I got to kill thee, dost think, and take thy heart up to the wise woman for that pottle o" brains?"
"Law, no!" says she, looking skeered, "I winna have that. But see here; thou didn"t cut out thy mother"s heart, did thou?"
"No; but if I had, maybe I"d have got my pottle o" brains," says he.
"Not a bit of it," says she; "just thou take me as I be, heart and all, and I"ll wager I"ll help thee read the riddles."
"Can thee so?" says he, doubtful like; "I reckon they"re too hard for women folk."
"Well," says she, "let"s see now. Tell me the first"
"What runs without feet?" says he.
"Why, water!" says she.
"It do," says he, and scratched his head.
"And what"s yellow and shining but isn"t gold?"
"Why, the sun!" says she.