So they went home, and he put it in the stable; but as he was going, he said once more:
"Goat, have you eaten well?"
The wicked animal, not thinking for the moment to whom he was replying, answered with the usual complaint:
"How can I have eaten well?
I only frisked about the bed, And nothing found to feed upon."
When the old man heard this he was horrified, for he saw at once how things had stood all the time, and that he had driven his boys away for no reason whatever.
"Oh, you brute!" he said. "You, too, shall be driven out; and I will take care that you never dare to appear among honest tailors again."
So he rushed into the house for his razor, and shaved the Goat"s head as smooth as your face; and because the yard measure was too good to use upon him, he fetched his whip and gave the Goat such a sound thrashing that it was only too glad to scamper out of the stable and make off as fast as its legs could carry it.
When the Tailor returned into his house he was overcome with sorrow for the three sons whom he had driven from home, and who were wandering no one knew where.
However, the eldest boy had apprenticed himself to a carpenter, and he worked with him well and merrily till his time was out. Then his master gave him a table, which, though it looked only like an ordinary common wooden one, yet if its owner stood before it and said, "Table, Table, spread yourself," it at once became covered with all sorts of good things, meat and wine and everything necessary for a splendid meal.
"Now I shall never want again," the young man said to himself, and he went on journeying merrily, never troubling himself whether his lodging was good or bad, or whether there was anything to eat or not.
Sometimes he did not go to an inn at all, but just stopped where he was, under a hedge or in a wood, and there he would put down his table and cry, "Table, Table, spread yourself," and then in the twinkle of an eye he had before him as much as he liked to eat and drink.
One day he made up his mind to turn his steps homeward, as his father"s anger, he knew, was sure to have died down by then, and they could live very comfortably together with his lucky table. It happened that one evening he came to an inn that was full of people, who invited him to eat in their company.
"No, not a mouthful, unless you consent to be my guests," answered the boy.
The people of course laughed, and thought he was joking; but their mirth soon changed to wonder when he set down his table in their midst, and saw that at his command, "Table, Table, spread yourself," it at once covered itself with all sorts of delicious things, quite as good as the host could have given them, and smelling very tempting to the hungry guests.
"Pray be seated, friends," said the Carpenter cheerily; and the people, seeing he really meant it, sat down at once and began to ply their knives and forks very merrily.
The thing that surprised them the most was, that whenever they emptied one dish, another full one always appeared immediately in its place; and the innkeeper, who was looking on, said to himself, "My friend, you could do very well with such a table as that in your own kitchen"; but he kept his own counsel. The guests sat up very late that night, but at last they went to bed. The Carpenter lay down, too, with his magic table beside him.
Now the landlord couldn"t get to sleep that night at all for thinking and wishing, till suddenly he remembered that in the lumber room there was a table that he didn"t use, and which was as like the one he coveted as two pins. Breathlessly and very cautiously he made his way to the garret and fetched it, and put it beside the lad"s bed in place of the lucky table, which he carried away and hid in a safe place. The next day the Carpenter paid for his lodging and went on his way, not noticing any difference in the table, which he hoisted on his back. At midday he reached his home, and his father was overjoyed to see him.
"Well, my dear boy," said the old man, "what have you been doing all these months?"
"I have been apprenticed to a carpenter," answered the lad.
"And a very good trade, too; and what have you brought home with you?"
"The most wonderful thing I ever set eyes on," said his son, setting down the table.
"Uhm! I don"t think much of that; it looks a very common piece of furniture," said the father, looking at it all around.
"But," cried the boy, "it is a magic table, and when I say, "Table, Table, spread yourself," it is at once covered with good things, which will make your mouth water. Invite all our friends in, and you will see what a feast there will be."
When the guests had all arrived, he fetched his table, and placing it in the middle of the room, he commanded it to spread itself. But the table remained just like any other table, which takes no notice when you speak to it; and the poor lad saw at once that somebody had robbed him. Of course the guests thought he was an impostor and laughed at him, and went home without any feast, to the poor Carpenter"s shame. So the Tailor had to take up his needle again and st.i.tch away as fast as ever, and the boy had to leave home again and work for another carpenter.
Meantime, the second son had taken service with a miller, and when he had learned everything, his master said:
"Because you have worked for me faithfully I will give you this a.s.s, which, though it can neither draw nor carry, is a clever beast, nevertheless."
"What can it do, then?" said the boy.
"Why, if you only pat it and cry "Bricklebit," gold will drop out of its mouth like potatoes into a sack," replied the Miller.
"That is grand," said the boy; so, thanking his master, he started on his journey. Now he was rich, for he only had to say "Bricklebit" and a torrent of gold pieces came out of the a.s.s"s mouth, and were there for the picking up. Wherever he went he ordered the best of everything, and the more he had to pay for it the better he was pleased.
Soon he got tired of wandering about the world and thought he would like to go home and see his father, whose anger had, no doubt, died down by this time; or, if not, it certainly would when he saw what a rich a.s.s he had brought home with him.
Now it chanced that he came to the very same inn where his brother had lost his table, and when the landlord came out and offered to take the animal to the stable he said: "No, I will take him myself, for I want to see where he goes."
The landlord was surprised, but thought that one who would look after his own beast must be a poor man. But the boy, putting his hand in his pocket, drew out two gold pieces, and ordered the best the house contained. The landlord was very much astonished indeed, and ran and fetched him the best of everything. When he had eaten his fill the boy asked what more he owed, and the landlord, being a greedy man, said that two more gold pieces would pay the bill. The youth put his hand in his pocket and found it empty.
"Wait a moment, my friend, and I will fetch some gold," he said carelessly, and picking up the tablecloth, he went out.
The landlord didn"t at all understand what was going on, but being inquisitive he crept out after the youth, and as the stable door was bolted carefully, the landlord had to glue his eye to a hole in the wall. Then he saw the boy spread out the cloth and say "Bricklebit," and immediately gold began to drop out of the a.s.s"s mouth in showers, as if it were hailing.
"Thunder and lightning!" gasped the landlord, running back to the house, "did one ever see the like of this! Why, that is the finest and fattest purse I ever set eyes on, and I must see what I can do to obtain it."
Later in the evening the lad paid his bill and went to bed; but when he was well asleep, the wicked landlord crept into the stable and took away the a.s.s, and tied up an ordinary one in its stead.
The next day the youth went on his way with the a.s.s, which he never noticed had been changed, and arrived at midday at his father"s house.
His father was delighted to see him again, and asked what trade he had learned. The boy told him that he was a miller.
"And what have you brought home with you?" said the old man.
"Only an a.s.s," replied the boy.
"Ah, my lad, you had better have brought a goat. We have a.s.ses enough about already."
"Perhaps so," retorted the boy; "but wait till you see what this a.s.s can do. I have only to say "Bricklebit" and gold drops out of his mouth in heaps. Just send for all your friends, and we will make them rich in a trice."
"Indeed," said the Tailor, "that is not a bad idea. If what you say is true, I shall never need to do any more tailoring," and he hurried out and gathered all his friends in.
They arrived in high excitement, as you may be sure, and the youth bade them stand in a circle while he spread out a cloth under the a.s.s"s head.
"Now," he said proudly, "listen to me," and he called, "Bricklebit!"
But nothing happened, and it seemed that the a.s.s could not coin gold after all; for it is not an easy thing to do, as you will agree.
The poor youth was very rueful, for he saw that some one had robbed him, and he was obliged to apologize to the guests, who only sneered and jeered at him and departed as poor as they came.
So the Tailor had to take up his needle once more and st.i.tch away as fast as ever, and the boy had to go and work for another miller.
Meantime, the third son had apprenticed himself to a turner. But it takes a long time to learn to be a turner, and he was still with his master when his brothers sent a message to tell him how they had fared, and all about the wicked landlord who had robbed them of their precious belongings.
Time went on, and soon he had learned everything, and he took leave of his master, who gave him a sack, saying: