Part 13 (1/2)

And when winter approaches, she sees with joy that the Northern Light visits her as a guest, and asks after his bride. Often he rises up to her, and, heart to heart, renews the bond of their love. But they may not hold their wedding. Uko has stationed the maiden in the heavens with her bridal robe and veil, and the bridegroom cannot carry away his love from her seat. Thus has Uko in his wisdom determined, and thus has the Milky Way arisen.

THE GRATEFUL PRINCE.

(KREUTZWALD.)

Once upon a time, the king of the Golden Land[105] lost his way in a forest, and, notwithstanding all his efforts, could not find his way out. Presently he encountered a stranger, who said to him, ”What are you doing here, my friend, in this gloomy forest, where only wild beasts dwell?” The king replied, ”I have lost my way, and am trying to find the road home.” ”If you will promise to give me the first living thing that meets you when you return to your palace, I will show you the right way,” said the stranger.[106]

The king reflected awhile, and then answered, ”Why should I run the risk of losing my good hunting-dog? I may perhaps succeed in finding my way home by myself.” The stranger went away, but the king wandered about in the wood till his provisions were exhausted, while he was unable to discover the least trace of the right path. Then the stranger met him a second time, and said, ”Promise me the first living thing that meets you on your return to your palace.” But as the king was very obstinate, he refused to promise anything yet. He once more boldly explored the forest backwards and forwards, and at length sank down exhausted under a tree, and thought that his last hour had come. Then the stranger, who was none other than the Old Boy[107] himself, appeared to the king for the third time, and said, ”Don't be a fool. How can you be so fond of your dog that you are unwilling to part with him to save your life? Only promise me what I require, and you will soon be relieved from your anxiety, and your life will be saved.” ”My life is worth more than a thousand dogs,”

answered the king. ”The welfare of a whole country and people is at stake. Let it be so, I will grant your request, if you will only take me home.” He had hardly uttered the words when he found himself at once on the borders of the wood, and could see his palace in the distance. He hurried thither, and the first thing which met him at the gate was the nurse with the royal infant, who stretched out his arms to his father.

The king was horrified, and scolded the nurse, telling her to take the child away as quickly as possible. Directly afterwards came his faithful dog, and fawned upon his master, who repulsed his advances with a kick.

Innocent dependants often suffer thus for the folly and ill-humour of their superiors.

As soon as the king's anger had cooled a little, he exchanged his child, a promising boy, for the daughter of a peasant, and thus the prince was reared up in the house of poor people, while the peasant's daughter slept in silken robes in the royal cradle. In a year's time, the Old Boy made his appearance to demand his due, and took the little girl with him, supposing her to be the king's child, for he knew nothing of the artifice by which the children had been changed. The king exulted at the success of his stratagem, and ordered a great feast. He loaded the parents of the stolen child with rich presents, that the prince might want for nothing in the cottage, but did not yet venture to reclaim his son, fearing lest the deception might be discovered. The peasant family were well satisfied with the arrangement, for they had one mouth less to feed, and plenty of food and money.

Meantime the prince grew up to boyhood, and spent a very pleasant life in the house of his foster-parents. But still he was not quite happy, for as soon as he learned how the stratagem had succeeded, he was much grieved that a poor innocent girl should have to suffer the consequences of his father's thoughtlessness in his place. He formed a fixed resolve either to release the poor girl, if this was possible, or to perish with her. He could not endure the thought of becoming king by the sacrifice of a maiden.[108] One day he secretly disguised himself as a peasant lad, took a bag of peas on his shoulder, and went to the wood where his father had lost his way eighteen years before.

Soon after entering the wood he began to cry out, ”O what an unfortunate boy I am! how far I must have wandered from the path! Who will show me the way out of this wood, for there is no human soul to be seen far or near!” Presently a stranger with a long grey beard and a leather pouch at his girdle, like a Tartar,[109] made his appearance. He gave the youth a friendly greeting, adding, ”I know this neighbourhood well, and can direct you anywhere you please, if you will promise me a good return.”

”What can a poor lad like me promise you?” answered the artful prince.

”I have nothing more than my young life, for even the coat on my body belongs to the master whom I must serve in exchange for food and clothing.”

The stranger looked at the bag of peas on the lad's shoulder, and remarked, ”You can't be quite dest.i.tute, for you carry a bag which seems to be very heavy.”

”There are peas in the bag,” said the prince. ”My old aunt died last night, and has left me so much as this, that I may be able to set boiled peas before the watchers of the dead[110] as is the custom in this country. I have begged the peas from my host in the name of G.o.d, and was going away with them, when I struck into a forest path as a short cut, and it has led me astray, as you see.”

”Then I conclude, from what you say, that you are an orphan,” observed the stranger with a grin. ”If you will enter my service, I happen just to be in want of a handy workman for my small household, and I've taken a fancy to you.”

”Why shouldn't I, if we can come to terms?” replied the prince. ”I was born to servitude, and a stranger's bread is always bitter, so that it matters little to me what master I serve. But what will you promise me for a year's service?”

”Well,” said the stranger, ”you shall have fresh food every day, meat twice a week, and when you work out of doors, b.u.t.ter or herrings as a treat, a full suit of summer and winter clothing, besides two acres of land for your own use.”

”That will suit me,” said the crafty prince. ”Let other people bury my aunt; I'll go with you.”

The Old Boy seemed well pleased at having made such a good stroke of business, and spun round on one foot like a teetotum, hallooing so loud that the wood re-echoed. Then he started off on the road with his new servant, and enlivened the tedium of the way by a variety of jokes, without observing that his companion dropped a pea from his bag at every ten or fifteen paces. The travellers halted for the night in the forest under a large fir-tree, and continued their journey next morning. The sun was already high in the heavens when they reached a large stone.

Here the old man stopped, looked sharply round on all sides, whistled loudly, and then stamped on the ground three times with his left foot.[111] Suddenly a secret door opened under the stone, and revealed a covered way like the entrance to a cavern. Then the old man seized the prince's arm, and said roughly, ”Follow me!”

They were in utter darkness, but it seemed to the prince that the path led them deeper and deeper into the earth. After some time a glimmer of light again grew visible, but the light did not resemble that of either the sun or moon. The prince looked up in some alarm, but could see neither sun nor sky; only a ma.s.s of s.h.i.+ning clouds floated over him, which seemed to canopy this new world, in which everything had a strange appearance. Land and water, trees and plants, animals and birds, all had a different aspect from what he had seen before. But what seemed strangest to him was the wonderful silence around, for there was not a voice or a rustle to be heard anywhere. All was as still as in the grave, and even the prince's own footsteps made no sound. Here and there a bird might be seen sitting on a bough with stretched-out neck and swelled throat, as if singing, but no sound was audible. The dogs opened their mouths to bark, and the bulls raised their heads to bellow, but neither bark nor bellow could be heard. The water flowed over the gravel without gus.h.i.+ng, the wind waved the tops of the trees without rustling, and flies and beetles flew about without buzzing. The Old Boy did not speak a word, and when his companion tried to speak he felt his voice die away in his throat.

n.o.body knows how long they travelled through this unearthly silent country. Terror seized on the heart of the prince, his hair stood on end like bristles, and he s.h.i.+vered with fear, when at length, to his great joy, the first sound fell on his straining ears, and seemed to make a real country of this shadowy land. It seemed to him that a great herd of horses was toiling through swampy ground. At last the old man opened his mouth, and said, licking his lips, ”The soup kettle's boiling, and they are expecting us at home.” They went on some distance farther, when the prince thought he heard the sound of a sawmill, in which at least two dozen saws seemed to be at work, but the host said, ”My old grandmother is already fast asleep and snoring.”

Presently they reached the top of a hill, and the prince could see the homestead of his new master at some distance, but there were so many buildings that it looked more like a village or an outlying suburb than the residence of a single owner. At length they arrived, and found an empty dog-kennel at the gate. ”Creep in there,” said the master, ”and lie quiet till I have spoken to my grandmother about you. She is very self-willed, like most old people, and can't bear a stranger in the house.” The prince crept trembling into the dog-kennel, and began to repent the rashness that had brought him into such a sc.r.a.pe.

After a time the host came back, called the prince from his hiding-place, and said with a wry face, ”Take good note of the arrangements of our household, and take care not to go against them, or you might fare very badly.

”Keep your eyes and ears both open, But your mouth fast closed for ever, And obey without a question: Think whatever it may please you; Never speak without permission.”

When the prince crossed the threshold, his eyes fell upon a young girl of great beauty, with brown eyes and curly hair. He thought to himself, ”If the old man has many such daughters as this, I should be glad to become his son-in-law. The maiden is just to my taste.” The fair maiden laid the table without saying a word, set the food upon it, and then modestly took her place by the hearth, as if she had not observed the stranger. She took out needles and worsted, and began to knit a stocking. The master sat down alone at the table, and did not ask either the man or maid to join him, nor was anything to be seen of the old grandmother. The Old Boy's appet.i.te was immeasurable, and in a very short time he had made a clean sweep of everything on the table, though it would have been plenty for at least a dozen people. When at last he allowed his jaws to rest, he said to the maiden, ”Sc.r.a.pe out what is left at the bottom of the pot and kettle, and content yourselves with the fragments, but throw the bones to the dog.”

The prince's countenance fell at the idea of this meal from the sc.r.a.pings of the kettle, which he was to share with the pretty girl and the dog. But he soon recovered his spirits when he found a very nice meal placed on the table from these fragments. During supper he cast many stolen glances at the maiden, and would have given a great deal if he could have ventured to speak to her. But whenever he was on the point of speaking, he met the imploring glance of the maiden, which seemed to say, ”Silence!” So the young man allowed his eyes to speak, and gave expression to this dumb language by his good appet.i.te, for the maiden had prepared the supper, and it must be pleasant to her to see that the guest appreciated her cookery. Meantime the old man had lain down on the stove-bench, and made the walls re-echo with his snoring.