Mohammed set out on his journey, and in two days he arrived at the place where his uncle was standing with the old woman on his back, trying to catch the birds as they flew past. And Mohammed touched him on the arm, and spoke: "Dear uncle, did I not warn you never to take service under any blue-eyed red-haired man?"
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"But what could I do?" asked the uncle. "I was hungry, and he pa.s.sed, and we signed a contract."
"Give the contract to me!" said the young man.
"Here it is," replied the uncle, holding it out.
"Now," continued Mohammed, "let the old woman get down from your back."
"Oh no, I mustn"t do that!" cried he.
But the nephew paid no attention, and went on talking: "Do not worry yourself about the future. I see my way out of it all. And, first, you must take my stick and my mantle and leave this place. After two days"
journey, straight before you, you will come to some tents which are inhabited by shepherds. Go in there, and wait."
"All right!" answered the uncle.
Then Mohammed with the Magic Finger picked up a stick and struck the old woman with it, saying, "Get down, and look after the sheep; I want to go to sleep."
"Oh, certainly!" replied she.
So Mohammed lay down comfortably under a tree and slept till evening.
Towards sunset he woke up and said to the old woman: "Where are the singing birds which you have got to catch?"
"You never told me anything about that," replied she.
"Oh, didn"t I?" he answered. "Well, it is part of your business, and if you don"t do it, I shall just kill you."
"Of course I will catch them!" cried she in a hurry, and ran about the bushes after the birds, till thorns pierced her foot, and she shrieked from pain and exclaimed, "Oh dear, how unlucky I am! and how abominably this man is treating me!" However, at last she managed to catch the seven birds, and brought them to Mohammed, saying, "Here they are!"
"Then now we will go back to the house," said he.
When they had gone some way he turned to her sharply:
"Be quick and drive the sheep home, for I do not know where their fold is." And she drove them before her. By-and-by the young man spoke:
"Look here, old hag; if you say anything to your son about my having struck you, or about my not being the old shepherd, I"ll kill you!"
"Oh, no, of course I won"t say anything!"
When they got back, the son said to his mother: "That is a good shepherd I"ve got, isn"t he?"
"Oh, a splendid shepherd!" answered she. "Why, look how fat the sheep are, and how much milk they give!"
"Yes, indeed!" replied the son, as he rose to get supper for his mother and the shepherd.
In the time of Mohammed"s uncle, the shepherd had had nothing to eat but the sc.r.a.ps left by the old woman; but the new shepherd was not going to be content with that.
"You will not touch the food till I have had as much as I want,"
whispered he.
"Very good!" replied she. And when he had had enough, he said:
"Now, eat!" But she wept, and cried: "That was not written in your contract. You were only to have what I left!"
"If you say a word more, I will kill you!" said he.
The next day he took the old woman on his back, and drove the sheep in front of him till he was some distance from the house, when he let her fall, and said: "Quick! go and mind the sheep!"
Then he took a ram, and killed it. He lit a fire and broiled some of its flesh, and called to the old woman: "Come and eat with me!" and she came. But instead of letting her eat quietly, he took a large lump of the meat and rammed it down her throat with his crook, so that she died.
And when he saw she was dead, he said: "That is what you have got for tormenting my uncle!" and left her lying where she was, while he went after the singing birds. It took him a long time to catch them; but at length he had the whole seven hidden in the pockets of his tunic, and then he threw the old woman"s body into some bushes, and drove the sheep before him, back to their fold. And when they drew near the house the seven boys came to meet him, and he gave a bird to each.
"Why are you weeping?" asked the boys, as they took their birds.
"Because your grandmother is dead!" And they ran and told their father.
Then the man came up and said to Mohammed: "What was the matter? How did she die?"
And Mohammed answered: "I was tending the sheep when she said to me, "Kill me that ram; I am hungry!" So I killed it, and gave her the meat.
But she had no teeth, and it choked her."
"But why did you kill the ram, instead of one of the sheep?" asked the man.
"What was I to do?" said Mohammed. "I had to obey orders!"
"Well, I must see to her burial!" said the man; and the next morning Mohammed drove out the sheep as usual, thinking to himself, "Thank goodness I"ve got rid of the old woman! Now for the boys!"
All day long he looked after the sheep, and towards evening he began to dig some little holes in the ground, out of which he took six scorpions. These he put in his pockets, together with one bird which he caught. After this he drove his flock home.
When he approached the house the boys came out to meet him as before, saying: "Give me my bird!" and he put a scorpion into the hand of each, and it stung him, and he died. But to the youngest only he gave a bird.
As soon as he saw the boys lying dead on the ground, Mohammed lifted up his voice and cried loudly: "Help, help! the children are dead!"
And the people came running fast, saying: "What has happened? How have they died?"
And Mohammed answered: "It was your own fault! The boys had been accustomed to birds, and in this bitter cold their fingers grew stiff, and could hold nothing, so that the birds flew away, and their spirits flew with them. Only the youngest, who managed to keep tight hold of his bird, is still alive."
And the father groaned, and said, "I have borne enough! Bring no more birds, lest I lose the youngest also!"
"All right," said Mohammed.
As he was driving the sheep out to gra.s.s he said to his master: "Out there is a splendid pasture, and I will keep the sheep there for two or, perhaps, three days, so do not be surprised at our absence."
"Very good!" said the man; and Mohammed started. For two days he drove them on and on, till he reached his uncle, and said to him, "Dear uncle, take these sheep and look after them. I have killed the old woman and the boys, and the flock I have brought to you!"
Then Mohammed returned to his master; and on the way he took a stone and beat his own head with it till it bled, and bound his hands tight, and began to scream. The master came running and asked, "What is the matter?"
And Mohammed answered: "While the sheep were grazing, robbers came and drove them away, and because I tried to prevent them, they struck me on the head and bound my hands. See how b.l.o.o.d.y I am!"