He whispered and whispered, until at last the king up and spoke. "Tell me, Jacob Stuck," he said, "where do you get all these fine things?"
"It all comes of a piece of good luck," said Jacob Stuck.
"That is what I told you," said the prime-minister.
"A piece of good luck!" said the king. "Where did you come across such a piece of good luck?"
"I found it," said Jacob Stuck.
"Found it!" said the king; "and have you got it with you now?"
"Yes, I have," said Jacob Stuck; "I always carry it about with me;" and he thrust his hand into his pocket and brought out his piece of blue crystal.
"That!" said the king. "Why, that is nothing but a piece of blue gla.s.s!"
"That," said Jacob Stuck, "is just what I thought till I found out better. It is no common piece of gla.s.s, I can tell you. You just breathe upon it so, and rub your thumb upon it thus, and instantly a Genie dressed in red comes to do all that he is bidden. That is how it is."
"I should like to see it," said the king.
"So you shall," said Jacob Stuck; "here it is," said he; and he reached it across the table to the prime-minister to give it to the king.
Yes, that was what he did; he gave it to the prime-minister to give it to the king. The prime-minister had been listening to all that had been said, and he knew what he was about. He took what Jacob Stuck gave him, and he had never had such a piece of luck come to him before.
And did the prime-minister give it to the king, as Jacob Stuck had intended? Not a bit of it. No sooner had he got it safe in his hand, than he blew his breath upon it and rubbed it with his thumb.
Crack! dong! boom! crash!
There stood the Genie, like a flash and as red as fire. The princess screamed out and nearly fainted at the sight, and the poor king sat trembling like a rabbit.
"Whosoever possesses that piece of blue crystal," said the Genie, in a terrible voice, "him must I obey. What are thy commands?"
"Take this king," cried the prime-minister, "and take Jacob Stuck, and carry them both away into the farthest part of the desert whence the fellow came."
"To hear is to obey," said the Genie; and instantly he seized the king in one hand and Jacob Stuck in the other, and flew away with them swifter than the wind. On and on he flew, and the earth seemed to slide away beneath them like a cloud. On and on he flew until he had come to the farthest part of the desert. There he sat them both down, and it was as pretty a pickle as ever the king or Jacob Stuck had been in, in all of their lives. Then the Genie flew back again whence he had come.
There sat the poor princess crying and crying, and there sat the prime-minister trying to comfort her. "Why do you cry?" said he; "why are you afraid of me? I will do you no harm. Listen," said he; "I will use this piece of good luck in a way that Jacob Stuck would never have thought of. I will make myself king. I will conquer the world, and make myself emperor over all the earth. Then I will make you my queen."
But the poor princess cried and cried.
"Hast thou any further commands?" said the Genie.
"Not now," said the prime-minister; "you may go now;" and the Genie vanished like a puff of smoke.
But the princess cried and cried.
The prime-minister sat down beside her. "Why do you cry?" said he.
"Because I am afraid of you," said she.
"And why are you afraid of me?" said he.
"Because of that piece of blue gla.s.s. You will rub it again, and then that great red monster will come again to frighten me."
"I will rub it no more," said he.
"Oh, but you will," said she; "I know you will."
"I will not," said he.
"But I can"t trust you," said she "as long as you hold it in your hand."
"Then I will lay it aside," said he, and so he did. Yes, he did; and he is not the first man who has thrown aside a piece of good luck for the sake of a pretty face. "Now are you afraid of me?" said he.
"No, I am not," said she; and she reached out her hand as though to give it to him. But, instead of doing so, she s.n.a.t.c.hed up the piece of blue gla.s.s as quick as a flash.
"Now," said she, "it is my turn;" and then the prime-minister knew that his end had come.
She blew her breath upon the piece of blue gla.s.s and rubbed her thumb upon it. Instantly, as with a clap of thunder, the great red Genie stood before her, and the poor prime-minister sat shaking and trembling.
"Whosoever hath that piece of blue crystal," said the Genie, "that one must I obey. What are your orders, O princess?"
"Take this man," cried the princess, "and carry him away into the desert where you took those other two, and bring my father and Jacob Stuck back again."
"To hear is to obey," said the Genie, and instantly he seized the prime-minister, and, in spite of the poor man"s kicks and struggles, s.n.a.t.c.hed him up and flew away with him swifter than the wind. On and on he flew until he had come to the farthest part of the desert, and there sat the king and Jacob Stuck still thinking about things. Down he dropped the prime-minister, up he picked the king and Jacob Stuck, and away he flew swifter than the wind. On and on he flew until he had brought the two back to the palace again; and there sat the princess waiting for them, with the piece of blue crystal in her hand.
"You have saved us!" cried the king.
"You have saved us!" cried Jacob Stuck. "Yes, you have saved us, and you have my piece of good luck into the bargain. Give it to me again."
"I will do nothing of the sort," said the princess. "If the men folk think no more of a piece of good luck than to hand it round like a bit of broken gla.s.s, it is better for the women folk to keep it for them."
And there, to my mind, she brewed good common-sense, that needed no skimming to make it fit for Jacob Stuck, or for any other man, for the matter of that.
And now for the end of this story. Jacob Stuck lived with his princess in his fine palace as grand as a king, and when the old king died he became the king after him.
One day there came two men travelling along, and they were footsore and weary. They stopped at Jacob Stuck"s palace and asked for something to eat. Jacob Stuck did not know them at first, and then he did. One was Joseph and the other was John.
This is what had happened to them:
Joseph had sat and sat where John and Jacob Stuck had left him on his box of silver money, until a band of thieves had come along and robbed him of it all. John had carried away his pockets and his hat full of gold, and had lived like a prince as long as it had lasted. Then he had gone back for more, but in the meantime some rogue had come along and had stolen it all. Yes; that was what had happened, and now they were as poor as ever.
Jacob Stuck welcomed them and brought them in and made much of them.
Well, the truth is truth, and this is it: It is better to have a little bit of good luck to help one in what one undertakes than to have a chest of silver or a chest of gold.
"And now for your story, holy knight," said Fortunatus to St. George "for twas your turn, only for this fair lady who came in before you."