What are you making there, so good?"
The Cat answered--
"Tumbling milk and b.u.t.ter up.
Will your Lordship have a sup?"
"Thank you kindly, Mistress Cat. Mistress Reynard is not at home, I suppose."
"Upstairs in her chamber she sits, And weeps as her sorrow befits.
Her sad case she doth much deplore, Because Mr. Reynard"s no more."
The Wolf answered--
""If now she wants to wed again, She must come down the stairs, "tis plain."
The Cat ran up without delay, Nor did her claws their clatter stay Until she reached the long saloon.
There, tapping with her five gold rings, "Is Mrs. Reynard in?" she sings.
"If now she wants to wed again, She must come down the stairs, "tis plain.""
Mrs. Reynard asked: "Does the gentleman wear red breeches, and has he a pointed muzzle?"
"No," answered the Cat.
"Then he is no use to me."
When the Wolf was rejected, there came a Dog, a Stag, a Hare, a Bear, and one after another every sort of wild animal. But in every one there was wanting some of the good qualities which old Mr. Reynard had possessed, and the Cat was obliged to dismiss the suitors every time.
At last there came a young Fox. Then Mrs. Reynard asked: "Does the gentleman wear red breeches, and has he got a pointed muzzle?"
"Yes," said the Cat. "He has both."
"Then let him come up," said Mrs. Reynard, and ordered the maid to make ready the wedding feast.
"Now, Cat, set to and sweep the room.
Then fling the old Fox from the house; Bring in many a good fat mouse, But eat them all yourself alone, Nor give your mistress e"er a one."
Then the wedding with young Mr. Fox was held, and there was merry-making and dancing, and if they haven"t stopped, they are dancing still.
[Ill.u.s.tration: Does the gentleman wear red breeches, and has he a pointed muzzle?]
The Salad
There was once a merry young Huntsman, who went into the forest to hunt. He was gay and light-hearted, and whistled a tune upon a leaf as he went along.
Suddenly an ugly old Crone spoke to him, and said: "Good morning, dear Huntsman; you are merry and happy enough, while I am hungry and thirsty. Pray give me an alms."
The Huntsman pitied the poor Old Woman, put his hand in his pocket, and made her a present according to his means.
Then he wanted to go on. But the Old Woman held him back, and said: "Hark ye, dear Huntsman, I will make you a present because of your good heart. Go on your way, and you will come to a tree, on which nine birds are sitting. They will have a cloak in their claws, over which they are fighting. Take aim with your gun, and shoot into the middle of them. They will drop the cloak, and one of the birds will fall down dead. Take the cloak with you, it is a wishing-cloak. When you throw it round your shoulders you only have to wish yourself at a place to be there at once. Take the heart out of the dead bird and swallow it whole, then you will find a gold coin under your pillow every single morning when you wake."
The Huntsman thanked the Wise Woman, and thought: "She promises fine things, if only they turn out as well."
When he had gone about a hundred paces, he heard above him, in the branches of a tree, such a chattering and screaming that he looked up.
There he saw a flock of birds tearing a garment with their beaks and claws; s.n.a.t.c.hing and tearing at it as if each one wanted to have it for himself.
"Well," said the Huntsman, "this is extraordinary, it is exactly what the Old Woman said."
He put his gun to his shoulder, took aim and fired right into the middle of them, making the feathers fly about.
The birds took flight with a great noise, all except one, which fell down dead, and the cloak dropped at his feet.
He did as the Old Woman had told him, cut the heart out of the bird and swallowed it whole. Then he took the cloak home with him.
When he woke in the morning, he remembered the Old Woman"s promise, and looked under his pillow to see if it was true.
There, sure enough, lay the golden coin shining before him, and the next morning he found another, and the same every morning when he got up.
He collected quite a heap of gold, and at last he thought: "What is the good of all my gold if I stay at home here? I will go and look about me in the world."
So he took leave of his parents, shouldered his gun, and started off into the world.
[Ill.u.s.tration: But the Old Woman was a witch.]
It so happened that one day he came to a thick forest, and when he got through it, he saw a fine castle lying in the plain beyond.
He saw an Old Woman standing in one of the windows looking out, with a beautiful Maiden beside her.
But the Old Woman was a witch, and she said to the Maiden: "Here comes some one out of the forest. He has a wonderful treasure inside him; we must try to get it from him, my darling, it will suit us better than him. He has a bird"s heart about him, and therefore he finds a gold coin every morning under his pillow when he wakes."
She told the girl how he had got it, and at last said: "If you don"t get it from him, it will be the worse for you."
When the Huntsman got nearer, he saw the Maiden, and said: "I have been wandering about for a long time, I will go into this castle and take a rest. I have plenty of money."
But the real reason was that he had caught sight of the pretty picture at the window. He went in, and he was kindly received and hospitably treated.
Before long, he was so enamoured of the Witch-Maiden that he thought of nothing else, and cared for nothing but pleasing her.
The Old Woman said to the Maiden: "Now we must get the bird"s heart, he will never miss it."
They concocted a potion, and when it was ready they put it into a goblet.
And the Maiden took it to him, and said: "Now, my beloved, you must drink to me."
He took the cup and drank the potion, and when he was overpowered by it the bird"s heart came out of his mouth.
The Maiden took it away secretly and swallowed it herself, for the Old Woman wanted to have it.