"Not yet," said the goose. "Take a good handful of the herb with you, and let us go to your rooms. We will collect all your money and clothes together, and then we will test the powers of the herb."
So they went back to Jem"s rooms, and here he gathered together some fifty ducats he had saved, his clothes and shoes, and tied them all up in a bundle. Then he plunged his face into the bunch of herbs, and drew in their perfume.
As he did so, all his limbs began to crack and stretch; he felt his head rising above his shoulders; he glanced down at his nose, and saw it grow smaller and smaller; his chest and back grew flat, and his legs grew long.
The goose looked on in amazement. "Oh, how big and how beautiful you are!" she cried. "Thank heaven, you are quite changed."
Jem folded his hands in thanks, as his heart swelled with grat.i.tude. But his joy did not make him forget all he owed to his friend Mimi.
"I owe you my life and my release," he said, "for without you I should never have regained my natural shape, and, indeed, would soon have been beheaded. I will now take you back to your father, who will certainly know how to disenchant you."
The goose accepted his offer with joy, and they managed to slip out of the palace unnoticed by anyone.
They got through the journey without accident, and the wizard soon released his daughter, and loaded Jem with thanks and valuable presents.
He lost no time in hastening back to his native town, and his parents were very ready to recognise the handsome, well-made young man as their long-lost son. With the money given him by the wizard he opened a shop, which prospered well, and he lived long and happily.
I must not forget to mention that much disturbance was caused in the palace by Jem"s sudden disappearance, for when the grand duke sent orders next day to behead the dwarf, if he had not found the necessary herbs, the dwarf was not to be found. The prince hinted that the duke had allowed his cook to escape, and had therefore broken his word. The matter ended in a great war between the two princes, which was known in history as the "Herb War." After many battles and much loss of life, a peace was at last concluded, and this peace became known as the "Pasty Peace," because at the banquet given in its honour the prince"s cook dished up the Queen of Pasties--the Suzeraine--and the grand duke declared it to be quite excellent.
THE NUNDA, EATER OF PEOPLE
Once upon a time there lived a sultan who loved his garden dearly, and planted it with trees and flowers and fruits from all parts of the world. He went to see them three times every day: first at seven o"clock, when he got up, then at three, and lastly at half-past five.
There was no plant and no vegetable which escaped his eye, but he lingered longest of all before his one date tree.
Now the sultan had seven sons. Six of them he was proud of, for they were strong and manly, but the youngest he disliked, for he spent all his time among the women of the house. The sultan had talked to him, and he paid no heed; and he had beaten him, and he paid no heed; and he had tied him up, and he paid no heed, till at last his father grew tired of trying to make him change his ways, and let him alone.
Time pa.s.sed, and one day the sultan, to his great joy, saw signs of fruit on his date tree. And he told his vizir, "My date tree is bearing;" and he told the officers, "My date tree is bearing;" and he told the judges, "My date tree is bearing;" and he told all the rich men of the town.
He waited patiently for some days till the dates were nearly ripe, and then he called his six sons, and said: "One of you must watch the date tree till the dates are ripe, for if it is not watched the slaves will steal them, and I shall not have any for another year."
And the eldest son answered, "I will go, father," and he went.
The first thing the youth did was to summon his slaves, and bid them beat drums all night under the date tree, for he feared to fall asleep.
So the slaves beat the drums, and the young man danced till four o"clock, and then it grew so cold he could dance no longer, and one of the slaves said to him: "It is getting light; the tree is safe; lie down, master, and go to sleep."
So he lay down and slept, and his slaves slept likewise.
A few minutes went by, and a bird flew down from a neighbouring thicket, and ate all the dates, without leaving a single one. And when the tree was stripped bare, the bird went as it had come. Soon after, one of the slaves woke up and looked for the dates, but there were no dates to see.
Then he ran to the young man and shook him, saying:
"Your father set you to watch the tree, and you have not watched, and the dates have all been eaten by a bird."
The lad jumped up and ran to the tree to see for himself, but there was not a date anywhere. And he cried aloud, "What am I to say to my father?
Shall I tell him that the dates have been stolen, or that a great rain fell and a great storm blew? But he will send me to gather them up and bring them to him, and there are none to bring! Shall I tell him that Bedouins drove me away, and when I returned there were no dates? And he will answer, "You had slaves, did they not fight with the Bedouins?" It is the truth that will be best, and that will I tell him."
Then he went straight to his father, and found him sitting in his verandah with his five sons round him; and the lad bowed his head.
"Give me the news from the garden," said the sultan.
And the youth answered, "The dates have all been eaten by some bird: there is not one left."
The sultan was silent for a moment: then he asked, "Where were you when the bird came?"
The lad answered: "I watched the date tree till the c.o.c.ks were crowing and it was getting light; then I lay down for a little, and I slept.
When I woke a slave was standing over me, and he said, "There is not one date left on the tree!" And I went to the date tree, and saw it was true; and that is what I have to tell you."
And the sultan replied, "A son like you is only good for eating and sleeping. I have no use for you. Go your way, and when my date tree bears again, I will send another son; perhaps he will watch better."
So he waited many months, till the tree was covered with more dates than any tree had ever borne before. When they were near ripening he sent one of his sons to the garden: saying, "My son, I am longing to taste those dates: go and watch over them, for to-day"s sun will bring them to perfection."
And the lad answered: "My father, I am going now, and to-morrow, when the sun has pa.s.sed the hour of seven, bid a slave come and gather the dates."
"Good," said the sultan.
The youth went to the tree, and lay down and slept. And about midnight he arose to look at the tree, and the dates were all there--beautiful dates, swinging in bunches.
"Ah, my father will have a feast, indeed," thought he. "What a fool my brother was not to take more heed! Now he is in disgrace, and we know him no more. Well, I will watch till the bird comes. I should like to see what manner of bird it is."
And he sat and read till the c.o.c.ks crew and it grew light, and the dates were still on the tree.
"Oh my father will have his dates; they are all safe now," he thought to himself. "I will make myself comfortable against this tree," and he leaned against the trunk, and sleep came on him, and the bird flew down and ate all the dates.
When the sun rose, the head-man came and looked for the dates, and there were no dates. And he woke the young man, and said to him, "Look at the tree."
And the young man looked, and there were no dates. And his ears were stopped, and his legs trembled, and his tongue grew heavy at the thought of the sultan. His slave became frightened as he looked at him, and asked, "My master, what is it?"
He answered, "I have no pain anywhere, but I am ill everywhere. My whole body is well, and my whole body is sick I fear my father, for did I not say to him, "To-morrow at seven you shall taste the dates"? And he will drive me away, as he drove away my brother! I will go away myself, before he sends me."
Then he got up and took a road that led straight past the palace, but he had not walked many steps before he met a man carrying a large silver dish, covered with a white cloth to cover the dates.
And the young man said, "The dates are not ripe yet; you must return to-morrow."
And the slave went with him to the palace, where the sultan was sitting with his four sons.
"Good greeting, master!" said the youth.
And the sultan answered, "Have you seen the man I sent?"
"I have, master; but the dates are not yet ripe."
But the sultan did not believe his words, and said; "This second year I have eaten no dates, because of my sons. Go your ways, you are my son no longer!"
And the sultan looked at the four sons that were left him, and promised rich gifts to whichever of them would bring him the dates from the tree.
But year by year pa.s.sed, and he never got them. One son tried to keep himself awake with playing cards; another mounted a horse and rode round and round the tree, while the two others, whom their father as a last hope sent together, lit bonfires. But whatever they did, the result was always the same. Towards dawn they fell asleep, and the bird ate the dates on the tree.
The sixth year had come, and the dates on the tree were thicker than ever. And the head-man went to the palace and told the sultan what he had seen. But the sultan only shook his head, and said sadly, "What is that to me? I have had seven sons, yet for five years a bird has devoured my dates; and this year it will be the same as ever."