""For all our brewing and stilling, it"s no good, we have too many to find drink for."
"But the princess said, "It was not for sale for money, but if she might have leave to sleep with her sweetheart that night, she might have it."
""Well!" the old hag said, "she might have that leave and welcome, but she must herself lull him off to sleep and wake him in the morning."
"So when he went to bed she gave him another sleeping draught, so that it went no better that night than the first. He was not able to keep his eyes open, for all that the princess bawled and wept.
"But that night, there was one of the workmen who worked in a room next to theirs. He heard the weeping and knew how things stood, and next day he told the prince that she must be come, that princess who was to set him free.
"That day it was just the same story with the napkin as with the scissors and the flask. When it was about dinner-time the princess went outside the castle, took out the napkin and said, "Napkin, spread yourself out and be covered with all dainty dishes," and there was meat enough, and to spare, for hundreds of men; but the princess sat down to table by herself.
"So when the old hag set her eyes on the napkin, she wanted to buy it, "For all their roasting and boiling is worth nothing, we have too many mouths to feed."
"But the princess said, "It was not for sale for money, but if she might have leave to sleep with her sweetheart that night, she might have it.
""Well! she might do so and welcome," said the old hag; "but she must first lull him off to sleep and wake him up in the morning."
"So when he was going to bed, she came with the sleeping draught, but this time he was aware of her and made as though he slept. But the old hag did not trust him for all that, for she took a pin and stuck it into his arm to try if he were sound asleep, but for all the pain it gave him he did not stir a bit, and so the princess got leave to come into him.
"Then everything was soon set right between them, and if they could only get rid of the old hag, he would be free. So he got the carpenters to make him a trap-door on the bridge over which the bridal train had to pa.s.s, for it was the custom there that the bride rode at the head of the train with her friends.
"So when they got well on the bridge, the trap-door tipped up with the bride and all the other old hags who were her bridesmaids. But King Valemon and the princess, and all the rest of the train, turned back to the castle and took all they could carry away of the gold and goods of the old hag, and so they set off for his own land, and were to hold their real wedding.
"And on the way King Valemon picked up those three little girls in the three huts and took them with them, and now she saw why it was he had taken her babes away and put them out at nurse; it was, that they might help her to find him out. And so they drank their bridal ale both stiff and strong."
THE GOLDEN BIRD.
"Once on a time there was a king who had a garden, and in that garden stood an apple-tree, and on that apple-tree grew one golden apple every year. But when the time drew on for plucking it, away it went, and there was no one who could tell who took it or what became of it. It was gone, and that was all they knew.
"This king had three sons, and so he said to them one day that he of them who could get him his apple again or lay hold of the thief should have the kingdom after him, were he the eldest, or the youngest, or the midmost.
"So the eldest set out first on this quest, and sat him down under the tree, and was to watch for the thief; and when night drew near a golden bird came flying, and his feathers gleamed a long way off; but when the king"s son saw the bird and his beams he got so afraid he daren"t stay his watch out, but flew back into the palace as fast as ever he could.
"Next morning the apple was gone. By that time the king"s son had got back his heart into his body, and so he fell to filling his scrip with food, and was all for setting out to try if lie could find the bird. So the king fitted him out well, and spared neither money nor clothes, and when the king"s son had gone a bit he got hungry and took out his scrip, and sat him down to eat his dinner by the wayside. Then out came a fox from a spruce clump and sat by him and looked on.
""Do, dear friend, give me a morsel of food," said the fox.
""I"ll give you burnt horn, that I will," said the king"s son. "I"m like to need food myself, for no one knows how far and how long I may have to travel."
""Oh! that"s your game, is it?" said the fox, and back he went into the wood.
"So when the king"s son had eaten and rested awhile he set off on his way again. After a long, long time he came to a great town, and in that town was an inn, where there was always mirth and never sorrow; there he thought it would be good to be, and so he turned in there. But there was so much dancing and drinking, and fun and jollity, that he forgot the bird and its feathers, and his father, and his quest, and the whole kingdom. Away he was and away he stayed.
"The year after the midmost king"s son was to watch for the apple thief in the garden. Yes, he too sat him down under the tree when it began to ripen. So all at once one night the golden bird came shining like the sun, and the lad got so afraid he put his tail between his legs and ran indoors as fast as ever he could.
"Next morning the apple was gone; but by that time the king"s son had taken heart again, and was all for setting off to see if he could find the bird. Yes, he began to put up his travelling fare, and the king fitted him out well, and spared neither clothes nor money. But just the same befell him as had befallen his brother. When he had travelled a bit he got hungry, and opened his scrip, and sat him down to eat his dinner by the wayside. So out came a fox from a spruce clump and sat up and looked on.
""Dear friend, give me a morsel of food, do?" said the fox.
""I"ll give you burnt horn, that I will," said the king"s son. "I may come to need food myself, for no one knows how far and how long I may have to go."
""Oh! that"s your game, is it?" said the fox, and away he went into the wood again.
"So when the king"s son had eaten and rested himself awhile he set off on his way again. And after a long, long time he came to the same town and the same inn where there was always mirth and never sorrow, and he too thought it would be good to turn in there, and the very first man he met was his brother, and so he too stayed there. His brother had feasted and drunk till he had scarce any clothes to his back; but now they both began anew, and there was such drinking and dancing, and fun and jollity, that the second brother also forgot the bird and its feathers, and his father, the quest, and the whole kingdom. Away he was and away he stayed, he too.
"So when the time drew on that the apple was getting ripe again the youngest king"s son was to go out into the garden and watch for the apple thief. Now he took with him a comrade, who was to help him up into the tree, and they took with them a keg of ale and a pack of cards to while away the time, so that they should not fall asleep. All at once came a blaze as of the sun, and just as the golden bird pounced down and snapped up the apple the king"s son tried to seize it, but he only got a feather out of his tail. So he went into the king"s bedroom and when he came in with the feather the room was as bright as broad day.
"So he too would go out into the wide world to try if he could hear any tidings of his brothers and catch the bird, for after all he had been so near it that he had put his mark on it and got a feather out of his tail. Well, the king was long in making up his mind if he should let him go, for he thought it would not be better with him who was the youngest than with the eldest, who ought to have had more knowledge of the ways of the world, and he was afraid he might lose him too. But the king"s son begged so prettily, that he had to give him leave at last.
"So he began to pack up his travelling fare, and the king fitted him out well both with clothes and money, and so he set off. So when he had travelled a bit he got hungry and opened his scrip, and sat him down to eat his dinner, and just as he put the first bit into his mouth a fox came out of a spruce clump, and sat down by him and looked on.
""Oh! dear friend! give me a morsel of food, do," said the fox.
""I might very well come to need food for myself," said the king"s son; "for, I"m sure, I can"t tell how long I shall have to go; but so much I know, that I can just give you a little bit."
"So when the fox had got a bit of meat to bite at, he asked the king"s son whither he was bound. Well, he told him what he was trying to do.
""If you will listen to me," said the fox, "I will help you, so that you shall take luck along with you."
"Then the king"s son gave his word to listen to him, and so they set off in company, and when they had travelled awhile they came to the self-same town and the self-same inn where there was always mirth and never sorrow.
""Now I may just as well stay outside the town," said the fox. "Those dogs are such a bore."
"And then he told him what his brothers had done, and what they were still doing, and he went on.
""If you go in there you"ll get no farther either. Do you hear?"
"So the king"s son gave his word, and his hand into the bargain, that he wouldn"t go in there, and they each went his way. But when the prince got to the inn and heard what music and jollity there was inside he could not help going in, there were not two words about that, and when he met his brothers, there was such a to-do, that he forgot both the fox and his quest, and the bird and his father. But when he had been there awhile the fox came--for he had ventured into the town after all--and peeped through the door, and winked at the king"s son, and said now they must set off: So the prince came to his senses again, and away they started for the house.
"And when they had gone awhile they saw a big fell far far off. Then the fox said:
""Three hundred miles behind yon fell there grows a gilded linden tree with golden leaves, and in that linden roosts the golden bird whose feather that is."
"So they travelled thither together, and when the king"s son was going off to catch the bird, the fox gave him some fine feathers, which he was to wave with his hand to lure the bird down, and then it would come flying and perch on his hand. But the fox told him to mind and not touch the linden, for there was a big Troll who owned it, and if the king"s son but touched the tiniest twig the Troll would come and slay him on the spot.
"Nay! the king"s son would be sure not to touch it, he said; but when he had got the bird on his fist, he thought he just would have a twig of the linden, that was past praying against, it was so bright and lovely.
So, he took one, just one very tiny little one. But in a trice out came the Troll.
""WHO IS IT THAT STEALS MY LINDEN AND MY BIRD?" he roared, and was so angry that sparks of fire flashed from him.
""Thieves think every man a thief," said the king"s son; "but none are hanged but those who don"t steal right."
"But the Troll said it was all one, and was just going to smite him; but the lad said he must spare his life.