So the Huntsman went into the wood with his Dog. Before long the Dog put up some game, and wanted to chase it; but hardly had he taken a few steps when he came to a deep pool, and could go no further. A naked arm appeared out of the water, seized him, and drew him down.
When the Huntsman saw this, he went back and fetched three men with pails to empty the pool. When they got to the bottom they found a Wild Man, whose body was as brown as rusty iron, and his hair hanging down over his face to his knees. They bound him with cords, and carried him away to the castle. There was great excitement over the Wild Man, and the King had an iron cage made for him in the courtyard. He forbade any one to open the door of the cage on pain of death, and the Queen had to keep the key in her own charge.
After this, anybody could walk in the forest with safety.
The King had a little son eight years old, and one day he was playing in the courtyard. In his play his golden ball fell into the cage. The boy ran up, and said, "Give me back my ball."
"Not until you have opened the door," said the Wild Man.
"No; I can"t do that," said the boy. "My father has forbidden it," and then he ran away.
Next day he came again, and asked for his ball. The Man said, "Open my door"; but he would not.
On the third day the King went out hunting, and the boy came again, and said, "Even if I would, I could not open the door. I have not got the key."
Then the Wild Man said, "It is lying under your mother"s pillow. You can easily get it."
The boy, who was very anxious to have his ball back, threw his scruples to the winds, and fetched the key. The door was very stiff, and he pinched his fingers in opening it. As soon as it was open the Wild Man came out, gave the boy his ball, and hurried away. The boy was now very frightened, and cried out, "O Wild Man, don"t go away, or I shall be beaten!"
The Wild Man turned back, picked up the boy, put him on his shoulder, and walked hurriedly off into the wood.
When the King came home he saw at once the cage was empty, and asked the Queen how it had come about. She knew nothing about it, and went to look for the key, which was of course gone. They called the boy, but there was no answer. The King sent people out into the fields to look for him, but all in vain; he was gone. The King easily guessed what had happened, and great grief fell on the royal household.
When the Wild Man got back into the depths of the dark forest he took the boy down off his shoulder, and said, "You will never see your father and mother again; but I will keep you here with me, because you had pity on me and set me free. If you do as you are told, you will be well treated. I have treasures and gold enough and to spare, more than anybody in the world."
He made a bed of moss for the boy, on which he went to sleep. Next morning the Man led him to a spring, and said, "You see this golden well is bright and clear as crystal? You must sit by it, and take care that nothing falls into it, or it will be contaminated. I shall come every evening to see if you have obeyed my orders."
The boy sat down on the edge of the spring to watch it; sometimes he would see a gold fish or a golden snake darting through it, and he guarded it well, so that nothing should fall into it. One day as he was sitting like this his finger pained him so much that involuntarily he dipped it into the water. He drew it out very quickly, but saw that it was gilded, and although he tried hard to clean it, it remained golden. In the evening Iron Hans came back, looked at the boy, and said, "What has happened to the well to-day?"
"Nothing, nothing!" he answered, keeping his finger behind his back, so that Iron Hans should not see it.
But he said, "You have dipped your finger into the water. It does not matter this time, but take care that nothing of the kind occurs again."
Early next morning the boy took his seat by the spring again to watch.
His finger still hurt very much, and he put his hand up above his head; but, unfortunately, in so doing he brushed a hair into the well.
He quickly took it out, but it was already gilded. When Iron Hans came in the evening, he knew very well what had happened.
"You have let a hair fall into the well," he said. "I will overlook it once more, but if it happens for the third time, the well will be polluted, and you can no longer stay with me."
On the third day the boy again sat by the well; but he took good care not to move a finger, however much it might hurt. The time seemed very long to him as he looked at his face reflected in the water. As he bent over further and further to look into his eyes, his long hair fell over his shoulder right into the water. He started up at once, but not before his whole head of hair had become golden, and glittered like the sun. You may imagine how frightened the poor boy was. He took his pocket-handkerchief and tied it over his head, so that Iron Hans should not see it. But he knew all about it before he came, and at once said, "Take that handkerchief off your head," and then all the golden hair tumbled out. All the poor boy"s excuses were no good. "You have not stood the test, and you can no longer stay here. You must go out into the world, and there you will learn the meaning of poverty.
But as your heart is not bad, and as I wish you well, I will grant you one thing. When you are in great need, go to the forest and cry "Iron Hans," and I will come and help you. My power is great, greater than you think, and I have gold and silver in abundance."
So the King"s son left the forest, and wandered over trodden and untrodden paths till he reached a great city. He tried to get work, but he could not find any; besides, he knew no trade by which to make a living. At last he went to the castle and asked if they would employ him. The courtiers did not know what use they could make of him, but they were taken with his appearance, and said he might stay. At last the Cook took him into his service, and said he might carry wood and water for him, and sweep up the ashes.
One day, as there was no one else at hand, the Cook ordered him to carry the food up to the royal table. As he did not want his golden hair to be seen, he kept his cap on. Nothing of the sort had ever happened in the presence of the King before, and he said, "When you come into the royal presence, you must take your cap off."
"Alas, Sire," he said, "I cannot take it off, I have a bad wound on my head."
Then the King ordered the Cook to be called, and asked how he could take such a boy into his service, and ordered him to be sent away at once. But the Cook was sorry for him, and exchanged him with the Gardener"s boy.
Now the boy had to dig and hoe, plant and water, in every kind of weather. One day in the summer, when he was working alone in the garden, it was very hot, and he took off his cap for the fresh air to cool his head. When the sun shone on his hair it glittered so that the beams penetrated right into the Princess"s bedroom, and she sprang up to see what it was. She discovered the youth, and called to him, "Bring me a nosegay, young man."
He hurriedly put on his cap, picked a lot of wild flowers, and tied them up. On his way up to the Princess, the Gardener met him, and said, "How can you take such poor flowers to the Princess? Quickly cut another bouquet, and mind they are the choicest and rarest flowers."
"Oh no," said the youth. "The wild flowers have a sweeter scent, and will please her better."
[Ill.u.s.tration: She immediately clutched at his cap to pull it off; but he held it on with both hands.]
As soon as he went into the room the Princess said, "Take off your cap; it is not proper for you to wear it before me."
He answered again, "I may not take it off, because I have a wound on my head."
But she took hold of the cap, and pulled it off, and all his golden hair tumbled over his shoulders in a shower. It was quite a sight. He tried to get away, but she took hold of his arm, and gave him a handful of ducats. He took them, but he cared nothing for the gold, and gave it to the Gardener for his children to play with.
Next day the Princess again called him to bring her a bunch of wild flowers, and when he brought it she immediately clutched at his cap to pull it off; but he held it on with both hands. Again she gave him a handful of ducats, but he would not keep them, and gave them to the Gardener"s children. The third day the same thing happened, but she could not take off his cap, and he would not keep the gold.
Not long after this the kingdom was invaded. The King a.s.sembled his warriors. He did not know whether they would be able to conquer his enemies or not, as they were very powerful, and had a mighty army.
Then the Gardener"s a.s.sistant said, "I have been brought up to fight; give me a horse, and I will go too."
[Ill.u.s.tration: He called three times, "Iron Hans," as loud as he could.]
The others laughed and said, "When we are gone, find one for yourself.
We will leave one behind in the stable for you."
When they were gone, he went and got the horse out; it was lame in one leg, and hobbled along, humpety-hump, humpety-hump. Nevertheless, he mounted it and rode away to the dark forest. When he came to the edge of it, he called three times, "Iron Hans," as loud as he could, till the trees resounded with it.
The Wild Man appeared immediately, and said, "What do you want?"
"I want a strong horse to go to the war."
"You shall have it, and more besides."
The Wild Man went back into the wood, and before long a Groom came out, leading a fiery charger with snorting nostrils. Behind him followed a great body of warriors, all in armour, and their swords gleaming in the sun. The youth handed over his three-legged steed to the Groom, mounted the other, and rode away at the head of the troop.
When he approached the battle-field a great many of the King"s men had already fallen, and before long the rest must have given in. Then the youth, at the head of his iron troop, charged, and bore down the enemy like a mighty wind, smiting everything which came in their way. They tried to fly, but the youth fell upon them, and did not stop while one remained alive.
Instead of joining the King, he led his troop straight back to the wood and called Iron Hans again.
"What do you want?" asked the Wild Man.
"Take back your charger and your troop, and give me back my three-legged steed."
His request was granted, and he rode his three-legged steed home.
When the King returned to the castle his daughter met him and congratulated him on his victory.
"It was not I who won it," he said; "but a strange Knight, who came to my a.s.sistance with his troop." His daughter asked who the strange Knight was, but the King did not know, and said, "He pursued the enemy, and I have not seen him since."
She asked the Gardener about his a.s.sistant, but he laughed, and said, "He has just come home on his three-legged horse, and the others made fun of him, and said, "Here comes our hobbler back again," and asked which hedge he had been sleeping under. He answered, "I did my best, and without me things would have gone badly." Then they laughed at him more than ever."