The young men had been so busy drinking and making merry that they had forgotten all about the agreement, so they remained silent.
"One week," said one, at last.
"Two months," guessed another. But the prince answered, "One year."
"Right," replied the troll. But the second question was more difficult.
"What is it that shines on the roof?"
The young men guessed and guessed. "The sun--the moon." But none of them really knew.
"May I answer?" asked the prince.
"Yes, certainly," replied the troll; and the prince spoke.
"The lamp that you stole from the princess whilst she was asleep in the garden." And again the troll nodded.
The third question was harder still.
"Where does the meat and drink you have had here come from?"
None of the young men could guess.
"May I say?" asked the prince.
"Yes, if you can," replied the troll.
"It comes from the king"s table," said the prince.
And that was all. Now they might take the sacks of gold and go, and the young men went off in such a hurry that the prince was left behind. Presently, they met an old man who asked for money.
"No, we haven"t any," they answered.
So they hurried on, and by-and-by up came the prince.
"Has your lordship a piece of money for a poor man?" asked the old fellow.
"Yes," said the prince, and gave him his whole sackful.
"I don"t want it," said the old man, who was really the troll they had just left in disguise. "But since you"re so generous, here is the princess"s lamp, and the princess herself is in the cave where you found her; but how you"re going to save her again without the magic sword I don"t know."
When he heard that, the prince knew where she was; and that was the beginning of her rescue. So he disguised himself to look like a peddler and travelled on until he reached his own city, where his mother, the queen, and the robber-chief were living. Then he went in to a goldsmith"s shop and ordered a great number of kitchen pots to be made out of pure gold. That was not an order the goldsmith had every day, but the things were ready at last, saucepans and kettles and gridirons all of pure gold. Then the prince put them in his basket and went up to the palace, and asked to see the queen.
Directly she heard about the wonderful gold pots and pans she came out at once, and began unpacking the basket and admiring the things. She was so absorbed in them that the prince soon found an opportunity to steal into the bedroom and take the sword and shirt which were hung there, and go back again without his mother having noticed his absence.
"The things are all beautiful!" she said. "How much would you take for them?"
"Name your own price, your majesty," answered the prince.
"I really don"t know what to say," said the queen. "Wait till my husband comes back--men understand such things better; and then, as you are a stranger, he would like to chat with you a little." The prince bowed, and waited silently in a corner.
Soon after the robber returned.
"Come and see all these lovely gold saucepans!" cried the queen.
But, as the robber entered the room, the prince touched him with the magic sword, and he fell to the ground.
"Perhaps, now you know me, mother," the prince said, taking off his disguise, "you had better repent for all the wrong you have done me, or your life will be short."
"Oh, have mercy!" she cried, "I could not help it. I was so frightened."
The prince had mercy. He ordered the wicked king to be stripped of his fine clothes, and to be driven into the forest, where the wild beasts tore him to pieces. The queen he sent to her own country. Then he set off for the cave where the princess was sitting chained as before, and with the help of the magic sword he rescued her again without any difficulty. They soon reached the port and set sail for Arabia, where they were married; and till they died, a long while after, they reigned happily over both countries.
(From _Eventyr fra Gylbauck samlede og optegnede af Evald Tang Kristensen_. Translated from the Danish by Mrs. Skovgaard-Pedersen.)
_THE CLEVER WEAVER_
Once upon a time the king of a far country was sitting on his throne, listening to the complaints of his people, and judging between them.
That morning there had been fewer cases than usual to deal with, and the king was about to rise and go into his gardens, when a sudden stir was heard outside, and the lord high chamberlain entered, and inquired if his majesty would be graciously pleased to receive the amba.s.sador of a powerful emperor who lived in the east, and was greatly feared by the neighbouring sovereigns. The king, who stood as much in dread of him as the rest, gave orders that the envoy should be admitted at once, and that a banquet should be prepared in his honour. Then he settled himself again on his throne, wondering what the envoy had to say.
The envoy said nothing. He advanced to the throne where the king was awaiting him, and stooping down, traced on the floor with a rod which he held in his hand a black circle all round it. Then he sat down on a seat that was near, and took no further notice of anyone.
The king and his courtiers were equally mystified and enraged at this strange behaviour, but the envoy sat as calm and still as an image, and it soon became plain that they would get no explanation from _him_. The ministers were hastily summoned to a council, but not one of them could throw any light upon the subject. This made the king more angry than ever, and he told them that unless before sunset they could find someone capable of solving the mystery he would hang them all.
The king was, as the ministers knew, a man of his word; and they quickly mapped out the city into districts, so that they might visit house by house, and question the occupants as to whether they could fathom the action of the amba.s.sador. Most of them received no reply except a puzzled stare; but, luckily, one of them was more observant than the rest, and on entering an empty cottage where a swing was swinging of itself, he began to think it might be worth while for him to see the owner. Opening a door leading into another room, he found a second swing, swinging gently like the first, and from the window he beheld a patch of corn, and a willow which moved perpetually without any wind, in order to frighten away the sparrows. Feeling more and more curious, he descended the stairs and found himself in a large light workshop in which was seated a weaver at his loom. But all the weaver did was to guide his threads, for the machine that he had invented to set in motion the swings and the willow pole made the loom work.
When he saw the great wheel standing in the corner, and had guessed the use of it, the merchant heaved a sigh of relief. At any rate, if the weaver could not guess the riddle, he at least might put the minister on the right track. So without more ado he told the story of the circle, and ended by declaring that the person who could explain its meaning should be handsomely rewarded.
"Come with me at once," he said. "The sun is low in the heavens, and there is no time to lose."
The weaver stood thinking for a moment and then walked across to a window, outside of which was a hen-coop with two knuckle-bones lying beside it. These he picked up, and taking the hen from the coop, he tucked it under his arm.
"I am ready," he answered, turning to the minister.
In the hall the king still sat on his throne, and the envoy on his seat. Signing to the minister to remain where he was, the weaver advanced to the envoy, and placed the knuckle-bones on the floor beside him. For answer, the envoy took a handful of millet seed out of his pocket and scattered it round; upon which the weaver set down the hen, who ate it up in a moment. At that the envoy rose without a word, and took his departure.
As soon as he had left the hall, the king beckoned to the weaver.
"You alone seem to have guessed the riddle," said he, "and great shall be your reward. But tell me, I pray you, what it all means?"
"The meaning, O king," replied the weaver, "is this: The circle drawn by the envoy round your throne is the message of the emperor, and signifies, "If I send an army and surround your capital, will you lay down your arms?" The knuckle-bones which I placed before him told him, "You are but children in comparison with us. Toys like these are the only playthings you are fit for." The millet that he scattered was an emblem of the number of soldiers that his master can bring into the field; but by the hen which ate up the seed he understood that one of our men could destroy a host of theirs."