Once upon a time there lived a man who had seven daughters. For a long time they dwelt quite happily at home together, then one morning the father called them all before him and said:
"Your mother and I are going on a journey, and as we do not know how long we may be away, you will find enough provisions in the house to last you three years. But see you do not open the door to any one till we come home again."
"Very well, dear father," replied the girls.
For two years they never left the house or unlocked the door; but one day, when they had washed their clothes, and were spreading them out on the roof to dry, the girls looked down into the street where people were walking to and fro, and across to the market, with its stalls of fresh meat, vegetable, and other nice things.
"Come here," cried one. "It makes me quite hungry! Why should not we have our share? Let one of us go to the market, and buy meat and vegetables."
"Oh, we mustn"t do that!" said the youngest. "You know our father forbade us to open the door till he came home again."
Then the eldest sister sprang at her and struck her, the second spit at her, the third abused her, the fourth pushed her, the fifth flung her to the ground, and the sixth tore her clothes. Then they left her lying on the floor, and went out with a basket.
In about an hour they came back with the basket full of meat and vegetables, which they put in a pot, and set on the fire, quite forgetting that the house door stood wide open. The youngest sister, however, took no part in all this, and when dinner was ready and the table laid, she stole softly out to the entrance hall, and hid herself behind a great cask which stood in one corner.
Now, while the other sisters were enjoying their feast, a witch pa.s.sed by, and catching sight of the open door, she walked in. She went up to the eldest girl, and said: "Where shall I begin on you, you fat bolster?"
"You must begin," answered she "with the hand which struck my little sister."
So the witch gobbled her up, and when the last sc.r.a.p had disappeared, she came to the second and asked: "Where shall I begin on you, my fat bolster?"
And the second answered, "You must begin on my mouth, which spat on my sister."
And so on to the rest; and very soon the whole six had disappeared. And as the witch was eating the last mouthful of the last sister, the youngest, who had been crouching, frozen with horror, behind the barrel, ran out through the open door into the street. Without looking behind her, she hastened on and on, as fast as her feet would carry her, till she saw an ogre"s castle standing in front of her. In a corner near the door she spied a large pot, and she crept softly up to it and pulled the cover over it, and went to sleep.
By-and-by the ogre came home. "Fee, Fo, Fum," cried he, "I smell the smell of a man. What ill fate has brought him here?" And he looked through all the rooms, and found n.o.body. "Where are you?" he called. "Do not be afraid, I will do you no harm."
But the girl was still silent.
"Come out, I tell you," repeated the ogre. "Your life is quite safe. If you are an old man, you shall be my father. If you are a boy, you shall be my son. If your years are as many as mine, you shall be my brother.
If you are an old woman, you shall be my mother. If you are a young one, you shall be my daughter. If you are middle-aged, you shall be my wife.
So come out, and fear nothing."
Then the maiden came out of her hiding-place, and stood before him.
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"Fear nothing," said the ogre again; and when he went away to hunt he left her to look after the house. In the evening he returned, bringing with him hares, partridges, and gazelles, for the girl"s supper; for himself he only cared for the flesh of men, which she cooked for him. He also gave into her charge the keys of six rooms, but the key of the seventh he kept himself.
And time pa.s.sed on, and the girl and the ogre still lived together.
She called him "Father," and he called her "Daughter," and never once did he speak roughly to her.
One day the maiden said to him, "Father, give me the key of the upper chamber."
"No, my daughter," replied the ogre. "There is nothing there that is any use to you."
"But I want the key," she repeated again.
However the ogre took no notice, and pretended not to hear. The girl began to cry, and said to herself: "To-night, when he thinks I am asleep, I will watch and see where he hides it"; and after she and the ogre had supped, she bade him good-night, and left the room. In a few minutes she stole quietly back, and watched from behind a curtain. In a little while she saw the ogre take the key from his pocket, and hide it in a hole in the ground before he went to bed. And when all was still she took out the key, and went back to the house.
The next morning the ogre awoke with the first ray of light, and the first thing he did was to look for the key. It was gone, and he guessed at once what had become of it.
But instead of getting into a great rage, as most ogres would have done, he said to himself, "If I wake the maiden up I shall only frighten her.
For to-day she shall keep the key, and when I return to-night it will be time enough to take it from her." So he went off to hunt.
The moment he was safe out of the way, the girl ran upstairs and opened the door of the room, which was quite bare. The one window was closed, and she threw back the lattice and looked out. Beneath lay a garden which belonged to the Prince, and in the garden was an ox, who was drawing up water from the well all by himself--for there was n.o.body to be seen anywhere. The ox raised his head at the noise the girl made in opening the lattice, and said to her, "Good morning, O daughter of Buk Ettemsuch! Your father is feeding you up till you are nice and fat, and then he will put you on a spit and cook you."
These words so frightened the maiden that she burst into tears and ran out of the room. All day she wept, and when the ogre came home at night, no supper was ready for him.
"What are you crying for?" said he. "Where is my supper, and is it you who have opened the upper chamber?"
"Yes, I opened it," answered she.
"And what did the ox say to you?"
"He said, "Good morning, O daughter of Buk Ettemsuch. Your father is feeding you up till you are nice and fat, and then he will put you on a spit and cook you.""
"Well, to-morrow you can go to the window and say, "My father is feeding me up till I am nice and fat, but he does not mean to eat me. If I had one of your eyes I would use it for a mirror, and look at myself before and behind; and your girths should be loosened, and you should be blind--seven days and seven nights.""
"All right," replied the girl, and the next morning, when the ox spoke to her, she answered him as she had been told, and he fell down straight upon the ground, and lay there seven days and seven nights. But the flowers in the garden withered, for there was no one to water them.
When the prince came into his garden he found nothing but yellow stalks; in the midst of them the ox was lying. With a blow from his sword he killed the animal, and, turning to his attendants, he said, "Go and fetch another ox!" And they brought in a great beast, and he drew the water out of the well, and the flowers revived, and the gra.s.s grew green again. Then the prince called his attendants and went away.
The next morning the girl heard the noise of the water-wheel, and she opened the lattice and looked out of the window.
"Good morning, O daughter of Buk Ettemsuch!" said the new ox. "Your father is feeding you up till you are nice and fat, and then he will put you on a spit and cook you."
And the maiden answered: "My father is feeding me up till I am nice and fat, but he does not mean to eat me. If I had one of your eyes I would use it for a mirror, and look at myself before and behind; and your girths should be loosened, and you should be blind--seven days and seven nights."
Directly she uttered these words the ox fell to the ground and lay there, seven days and seven nights. Then he arose and began to draw the water from the well. He had only turned the wheel once or twice, when the prince took it into his head to visit his garden and see how the new ox was getting on. When he entered the ox was working busily; but in spite of that the flowers and gra.s.s were dried up. And the prince drew his sword, and rushed at the ox to slay him, as he had done the other.
But the ox fell on his knees and said:
"My lord, only spare my life, and let me tell you how it happened."
"How what happened?" asked the prince.
"My lord, a girl looked out of that window and spoke a few words to me, and I fell to the ground. For seven days and seven nights I lay there, unable to move. But, O my lord, it is not given to us twice to behold beauty such as hers."
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"It is a lie," said the prince. "An ogre dwells there. Is it likely that he keeps a maiden in his upper chamber?"
"Why not?" replied the ox. "But if you come here at dawn to-morrow, and hide behind that tree, you will see for yourself."
"So I will," said the prince; "and if I find that you have not spoken truth, I will kill you."
The prince left the garden, and the ox went on with his work. Next morning the prince came early to the garden, and found the ox busy with the water-wheel.