"Are you asleep?" asked he.
"Not yet," answered the apple at the head of the bed, and the giant turned over, and soon was snoring as loudly as before. By and bye he called again.
"Are you asleep?"
"Not yet," said the apple at the foot of the bed, and the giant was satisfied. After a while, he called a third time, "Are you asleep?"
"Not yet," replied the apple in the kitchen, but when, in a few minutes, he put the question for the fourth time and received an answer from the apple outside the house door, he guessed what had happened, and ran to the room to look for himself.
The bed was cold and empty!
"My father"s breath is burning my back," cried the girl, "put thy hand into the ear of the mare, and whatever thou findest there, throw it behind thee." And in the mare"s ear there was a twig of sloe tree, and as he threw it behind him there sprung up twenty miles of thornwood so thick that scarce a weasel could go through it. And the giant, who was striding headlong forwards, got caught in it, and it pulled his hair and beard.
"This is one of my daughter"s tricks," he said to himself, "but if I had my big axe and my wood-knife, I would not be long making a way through this," and off he went home and brought back the axe and the wood-knife.
It took him but a short time to cut a road through the blackthorn, and then he laid the axe and the knife under a tree.
"I will leave them there till I return," he murmured to himself, but a hoodie crow, which was sitting on a branch above, heard him.
"If thou leavest them," said the hoodie, "we will steal them."
"You will," answered the giant, "and I must take them home." So he took them home, and started afresh on his journey.
"My father"s breath is burning my back," cried the girl at midday. "Put thy finger in the mare"s ear and throw behind thee whatever thou findest in it," and the king"s son found a splinter of grey stone, and threw it behind him, and in a twinkling twenty miles of solid rock lay between them and the giant.
"My daughter"s tricks are the hardest things that ever met me," said the giant, "but if I had my lever and my crowbar, I would not be long in making my way through this rock also," but as he had _not_ got them, he had to go home and fetch them. Then it took him but a short time to hew his way through the rock.
"I will leave the tools here," he murmured aloud when he had finished.
"If thou leavest them, we will steal them," said a hoodie who was perched on a stone above him, and the giant answered:
"Steal them if thou wilt; there is no time to go back."
"My father"s breath is burning my back," cried the girl; "look in the mare"s ear, king"s son, or we are lost," and he looked, and found a tiny bladder full of water, which he threw behind him, and it became a great loch. And the giant, who was striding on so fast, could not stop himself, and he walked right into the middle and was drowned.
The blue-grey mare galloped on like the wind, and the next day the king"s son came in sight of his father"s house.
"Get down and go in," said the bride, "and tell them that thou hast married me. But take heed that neither man nor beast kiss thee, for then thou wilt cease to remember me at all."
"I will do thy bidding," answered he, and left her at the gate. All who met him bade him welcome, and he charged his father and mother not to kiss him, but as he greeted them his old greyhound leapt on his neck, and kissed him on the mouth. And after that he did not remember the giant"s daughter.
All that day she sat on a well which was near the gate, waiting, waiting, but the king"s son never came. In the darkness she climbed up into an oak tree that shadowed the well, and there she lay all night, waiting, waiting.
On the morrow, at midday, the wife of a shoemaker who dwelt near the well went to draw water for her husband to drink, and she saw the shadow of the girl in the tree, and thought it was her own shadow.
[Ill.u.s.tration: So the Giant Was Drowned in the MIDDLE OF THE LAKE]
"How handsome I am, to be sure," said she, gazing into the well, and as she stooped to behold herself better, the jug struck against the stones and broke in pieces, and she was forced to return to her husband without the water, and this angered him.
"Thou hast turned crazy," said he in wrath. "Go thou, my daughter, and fetch me a drink," and the girl went, and the same thing befell her as had befallen her mother.
"Where is the water?" asked the shoemaker, when she came back, and as she held nothing save the handle of the jug he went to the well himself.
He too saw the reflection of the woman in the tree, but looked up to discover whence it came, and there above him sat the most beautiful woman in the world.
"Come down," he said, "for a while thou canst stay in my house," and glad enough the girl was to come.
Now the king of the country was about to marry, and the young men about the court thronged the shoemaker"s shop to buy fine shoes to wear at the wedding.
"Thou hast a pretty daughter," said they when they beheld the girl sitting at work.
"Pretty she is," answered the shoemaker, "but no daughter of mine."
"I would give a hundred pounds to marry her," said one.
"And I," "And I," cried the others.
"That is no business of mine," answered the shoemaker, and the young men bade him ask her if she would choose one of them for a husband, and to tell them on the morrow. Then the shoemaker asked her, and the girl said that she would marry the one who would bring his purse with him. So the shoemaker hurried to the youth who had first spoken, and he came back, and after giving the shoemaker a hundred pounds for his news, he sought the girl, who was waiting for him.
"Is it thou?" inquired she. "I am thirsty, give me a drink from the well that is out yonder." And he poured out the water, but he could not move from the place where he was; and there he stayed till many hours had pa.s.sed by.
"Take away that foolish boy," cried the girl to the shoemaker at last, "I am tired of him," and then suddenly he was able to walk, and betook himself to his home, but he did not tell the others what had happened to him.
Next day there arrived one of the other young men, and in the evening, when the shoemaker had gone out and they were alone, she said to him, "See if the latch is on the door." The young man hastened to do her bidding, but as soon as he touched the latch, his fingers stuck to it, and there he had to stay for many hours, till the shoemaker came back, and the girl let him go. Hanging his head, he went home, but he told no one what had befallen him.
Then was the turn of the third man, and _his_ foot remained fastened to the floor, till the girl unloosed it. And thankfully he ran off, and was not seen looking behind him.
"Take the purse of gold," said the girl to the shoemaker, "I have no need of it, and it will better thee." And the shoemaker took it and told the girl he must carry the shoes for the wedding up to the castle.
"I would fain get a sight of the king"s son before he marries," sighed she.
"Come with me, then," answered he; "the servants are all my friends, and they will let you stand in the pa.s.sage down which the king"s son will pa.s.s, and all the company too."
Up they went to the castle, and when the young men saw the girl standing there, they led her into the hall where the banquet was laid out and poured her out some wine. She was just raising the gla.s.s to drink when a flame went up out of it, and out of the flame sprang two pigeons, one of gold and one of silver. They flew round and round the head of the girl, when three grains of barley fell on the floor, and the silver pigeon dived down, and swallowed them.
"If thou hadst remembered how I cleaned the byre, thou wouldst have given me my share," cooed the golden pigeon, and as he spoke three more grains fell, and the silver pigeon ate them as before.
"If thou hadst remembered how I thatched the byre, thou wouldst have given me my share," cooed the golden pigeon again; and as he spoke three more grains fell, and for the third time they were eaten by the silver pigeon.
"If thou hadst remembered how I got the magpie"s nest, thou wouldst have given me my share," cooed the golden pigeon.
Then the king"s son understood that they had come to remind him of what he had forgotten, and his lost memory came back, and he knew his wife, and kissed her. But as the preparations had been made, it seemed a pity to waste them, so they were married a second time, and sat down to the wedding feast.