The next morning Peter locked up his dogs and went out into the forest alone. Eisenkopf, however, had seen him go, and followed so closely at his heels that Peter had barely time to clamber up a tall tree, where Eisenkopf could not reach him. "Come down at once, you gallows bird," he cried. "Have you forgotten your promise that you never would marry?"
"Oh, I know it is all up with me," answered Peter, "but let me call out three times."
"You can call a hundred times if you like," returned Eisenkopf, "for now I have got you in my power, and you shall pay for what you have done."
"Iron-strong, World"s-weight, Quick-ear, fly to my help!" cried Peter; and Quick-ear heard, and said to his brothers: "Listen, our master is calling us."
"You are dreaming, fool," answered World"s-weight; "why he has not finished his breakfast." And he gave Quick-ear a slap with his paw, for he was young and needed to be taught sense.
"Iron-strong, World"s-weight, Quick-ear, fly to my help!" cried Peter again.
This time World"s-weight heard also, and he said, "Ah, now our master is really calling."
"How silly you are!" answered Iron-strong; "you know that at this hour he is always eating." And he gave World"s-weight a cuff, because he was old enough to know better.
Peter sat trembling on the tree dreading lest his dogs had never heard, or else that, having heard, they had refused to come. It was his last chance, so making a mighty effort he shrieked once more:
"Iron-strong, World"s-weight, Quick-ear, fly to my help, or I am a dead man!"
And Iron-strong heard, and said: "Yes, he is certainly calling, we must go at once." And in an instant he had burst open the door, and all three were bounding away in the direction of the voice. When they reached the foot of the tree Peter just said: "At him!" And in a few minutes there was nothing left of Eisenkopf.
As soon as his enemy was dead Peter got down and returned to the house, where he bade farewell to the old woman and her daughter, who gave him a beautiful ring, all set with diamonds. It was really a magic ring, but neither Peter nor the maiden knew that.
Peter"s heart was heavy as he set out for home. He had ceased to love the wife whom he had left at his wedding feast, and his heart had gone out to the golden-haired girl. However, it was no use thinking of that, so he rode forward steadily.
The fire had to be pa.s.sed through before he had gone very far, and when he came to it, Peter shook the napkins three times in the flames and a pa.s.sage opened for trim. But then a curious thing happened; the three dogs, who had followed at his heels all the way, now became three cakes again, which Peter put into his bag with the napkins. After that he stopped at the houses of the three old women, and gave each one back her napkin and her cake.
"Where is my wife?" asked Peter, when he reached home.
"Oh, my dear son, why did you ever leave us? After you had vanished, no one knew where, your poor wife grew more and more wretched, and would neither eat nor drink. Little by little she faded away, and a month ago we laid her in her grave, to hide her sorrows under the earth."
At this news Peter began to weep, for he had loved his wife before he went away and had seen the golden-haired maiden.
He went sorrowfully about his work for the s.p.a.ce of half a year, when, one night, he dreamed that he moved the diamond ring given him by the maiden from his right hand and put it on the wedding finger of the left.
The dream was so real that he awoke at once and changed the ring from one hand to the other. And as he did so guess what he saw? Why, the golden-haired girl standing before him. And he sprang up and kissed her, and said: "Now you are mine for ever and ever, and when we die we will both be buried in one grave."
And so they were.
[From Ungarische Mahrchen.]
The Death Of Abu Nowas And Of His Wife
Once upon a time there lived a man whose name was Abu Nowas, and he was a great favourite with the Sultan of the country, who had a palace in the same town where Abu Nowas dwelt.
One day Abu Nowas came weeping into the hall of the palace where the Sultan was sitting, and said to him: "Oh, mighty Sultan, my wife is dead."
"That is bad news," replied the Sultan; "I must get you another wife."
And he bade his Grand Vizir send for the Sultana.
"This poor Abu Nowas has lost his wife," said he, when she entered the hall.
"Oh, then we must get him another," answered the Sultana; "I have a girl that will suit him exactly," and clapped her hands loudly. At this signal a maiden appeared and stood before her.
"I have got a husband for you," said the Sultana.
"Who is he?" asked the girl.
"Abu Nowas, the jester," replied the Sultana.
"I will take him," answered the maiden; and as Abu Nowas made no objection, it was all arranged. The Sultana had the most beautiful clothes made for the bride, and the Sultan gave the bridegroom his wedding suit, and a thousand gold pieces into the bargain, and soft carpets for the house.
So Abu Nowas took his wife home, and for some time they were very happy, and spent the money freely which the Sultan had given them, never thinking what they should do for more when that was gone. But come to an end it did, and they had to sell their fine things one by one, till at length nothing was left but a cloak apiece, and one blanket to cover them. "We have run through our fortune," said Abu Nowas, "what are we to do now? I am afraid to go back to the Sultan, for he will command his servants to turn me from the door. But you shall return to your mistress, and throw yourself at her feet and weep, and perhaps she will help us."
"Oh, you had much better go," said the wife. "I shall not know what to say."
"Well, then, stay at home, if you like," answered Abu Nowas, "and I will ask to be admitted to the Sultan"s presence, and will tell him, with sobs, that my wife is dead, and that I have no money for her burial.
When he hears that perhaps he will give us something."
"Yes, that is a good plan," said the wife; and Abu Nowas set out.
The Sultan was sitting in the hall of justice when Abu Nowas entered, his eyes streaming with tears, for he had rubbed some pepper into them.
They smarted dreadfully, and he could hardly see to walk straight, and everyone wondered what was the matter with him.
"Abu Nowas! What has happened?" cried the Sultan.
"Oh, n.o.ble Sultan, my wife is dead," wept he.
"We must all die," answered the Sultan; but this was not the reply for which Abu Nowas had hoped.
"True, O Sultan, but I have neither shroud to wrap her in, nor money to bury her with," went on Abu Nowas, in no wise abashed by the way the Sultan had received his news.
"Well, give him a hundred pieces of gold," said the Sultan, turning to the Grand Vizir. And when the money was counted out Abu Nowas bowed low, and left the hall, his tears still flowing, but with joy in his heart.
"Have you got anything?" cried his wife, who was waiting for him anxiously.
"Yes, a hundred gold pieces," said he, throwing down the bag, "but that will not last us any time. Now you must go to the Sultana, clothed in sackcloth and robes of mourning, and tell her that your husband, Abu Nowas, is dead, and you have no money for his burial. When she hears that, she will be sure to ask you what has become of the money and the fine clothes she gave us on our marriage, and you will answer, "before he died he sold everything.""
The wife did as she was told, and wrapping herself in sackcloth went up to the Sultana"s own palace, and as she was known to have been one of Subida"s favourite attendants, she was taken without difficulty into the private apartments.
"What is the matter?" inquired the Sultana, at the sight of the dismal figure.
"My husband lies dead at home, and he has spent all our money, and sold everything, and I have nothing left to bury him with," sobbed the wife.
Then Subida took up a purse containing two hundred gold pieces, and said: "Your husband served us long and faithfully. You must see that he has a fine funeral."