Part 9 (1/2)

”If anybody is to ask him, I will!” declared the oldest brother importantly.

So he went indoors to his father and said:

”Father, people are forever talking about your eyes. Now I wish you would tell me why one of them is always laughing and the other always weeping.”

”My eyes, indeed!” cried the farmer, and in a rage he s.n.a.t.c.hed up a knife and hurled it straight at his son. The young man dodged aside and fled and the knife stuck in the door jamb.

All out of breath the oldest brother returned to the others but of course he was ashamed to tell them what had happened. So he said to them:

”If you want to know what's the matter with father's eyes, you'll have to ask him yourselves.”

So the second brother went in to the farmer and he had exactly the same experience. When he came out he gave his older brother a wink and said to Janko:

”Now it is your turn, b.o.o.by. Father is waiting for you.”

So Janko went in to his father and said:

”You have told my brothers why one of your eyes is always laughing and the other always weeping. Now please tell me for I, too, want to know.”

In a rage the farmer s.n.a.t.c.hed up the knife again and lifted his arm to hurl it. But Janko stood perfectly still. Why should he turn and run away as though he had done something wrong? He had only asked his father a civil question and if his father did not wish to answer it, he could tell him so.

The farmer when he saw that the boy was not to be frightened smiled and laid the knife aside.

”Thank G.o.d,” he said, ”I have one son who is not a coward! I have been waiting these many years to have my sons ask me this very question. My right eye laughs because G.o.d has blessed me and made me rich and has allowed my three sons to grow to manhood, strong and healthy. My left eye weeps because I can never forget a Magic Grape-Vine which once grew in my garden. It used to give me a bucket of wine every hour of the twenty-four! One night a thief came and stole my Magic Vine and I have never heard of it since. Do you wonder that my left eye weeps at the memory of this wonderful Vine? Alas, the bucket of wine that used to flow out of it every hour of the day and night--I have never tasted its like since!”

”Father,” Janko said, ”dry your weeping eye! I and my brothers will go out into the world and find your Magic Grape-Vine wherever it is hidden!”

With that Janko ran out to his brothers and when they heard what he had to say they laughed and called him, ”b.o.o.by!” and asked him didn't he suppose that they had already planned to do just this thing. Of course they hadn't, but they were so jealous and ill-natured that they couldn't bear the thought of his being the first to suggest anything.

”We mustn't lose any more time,” Janko said.

”It doesn't matter how much time you lose, Mr. b.o.o.by! As for us we two are going to start out to-morrow at sunrise.”

”But, brothers,” Janko begged, ”please let me go, too!”

”No!” they told him shortly. ”You can stay home and look after the farm!”

But their father when he heard the discussion said, no, Janko was also to go as he was the bravest of them all. After that the brothers, because they didn't want their father to tell how they had been afraid and run away, had to agree.

So the next morning early the three of them started out, each with a wallet well-stocked with food.

”How are we going to get rid of the b.o.o.by?” the second one whispered.

”Trust me!” the oldest one whispered back with a wink.

Presently they came to a crossroads where three roads branched. Now the oldest brother knew that after a short distance two of the roads came together again. So he motioned the second brother slyly that he was to take the middle road. Then he said:

”Brothers, let us part here and each take a different road. Do you agree?”

”Yes,” the other two said, ”we agree.”