Part 14 (1/2)

”Ah,” he said, ”you mean the nine princesses. Eight of them have broken the enchantment that held them and are now happily married. The ninth awaits you. She is living in the royal palace of a beautiful city that lies three days' journey to the north of this mountain. When you find her, if you do just as she says she, too, will soon be free of all enchantment. Then she will be made queen.”

The Prince thanked the hermit and rode on. After three days he came to the city of which the hermit had told him. He made his way to the palace and into the Princess's presence. Sure enough the Princess was his own dear love. She received him with joy, promised soon to marry him, and gave over to him the keys of the palace.

”You shall now be master here,” she told him, ”to go where you like and do as you like. There is only one thing that you must not do, only one place where you must not go. Under the palace are twelve cellars. Here are the keys to them all. Go into eleven of them whenever you will but you must never open the door of the twelfth one. If you do a heavy misfortune may fall upon both of us.”

One day while the Princess was walking in the garden, the young Prince thought he would go through the cellars. So, taking the keys, he unlocked the cellars one after another until he had seen eleven of them.

Then he stood before the door of the twelfth wondering why the Princess had warned him not to open it.

”I'll open it just a little,” he thought to himself. ”If there's something inside that tries to get out, I'll close it quickly.”

So he took the twelfth key, unlocked the twelfth door, and peeped inside the twelfth cellar. It was empty except for one huge cask with an open bunghole.

”I don't see anything in here to be afraid of,” he said.

Just then he heard a groan from inside the cask and a voice called out in a begging, whining tone:

”A cup of water, brother! A cup of water! I am dying of thirst!”

Now the Prince thought to himself that it was a terrible thing for any living creature to be dying of thirst. So he hurried out, got a cup of water, and poured it into the open bunghole. Instantly one of the three iron hoops that bound the cask burst asunder and the voice inside the cask said:

”Thank you, brother! Thank you! Now give me another cup! I am dying of thirst!”

So the Prince poured in a second cup and the second iron hoop snapped apart and when the voice still begged for more water he poured in a third cup. The third hoop broke, the staves of the cask fell in, and a horrid dragon sprang out. Before the Prince could move, he had flown through the door of the twelfth cellar into the eleventh cellar, then into the tenth cellar, the ninth cellar, the eight cellar, the seventh cellar, the sixth, the fifth, the fourth, the third, the second, the first, and so out into the garden. The Prince reached the garden just in time to see the monster overpower the Princess.

”Alas, my dear one, what have you done?” cried the poor Princess as the dragon carried her off. ”The enchantment would soon have been broken and I could have married you if only you had not gone into the twelfth cellar!”

Heartbroken at what had happened, the Prince mounted his horse and started off in pursuit of the dragon.

”I must do what I can to rescue my loved one,” he said, ”even if it costs me my life.”

He rode many days until he came to the castle of the dragon. The dragon was out and the Princess received him with tears of joy.

”Come,” he said to her, ”let us escape before the dragon returns.”

The Princess sighed and shook her head.

”How, my loved one, can we escape? The dragon rides a magic horse and however fast we go he will be able to overtake us.”

But the Prince insisted that they make the attempt. So she mounted with him and off they went.

When the dragon arrived home and found her gone, he laughed a brutal laugh and said to his horse:

”I suppose that foolish young Prince has been here and is trying to carry her off. Shall we start after them now or wait till we've had our supper?”

”We might as well eat,” the horse said, ”for we'll overtake them anyway.”

So they both ate and then the dragon mounted the magic horse and in no time at all they had overtaken the fugitives.

”I ought to tear you to pieces,” the dragon said to the Prince, ”but I won't this time because you gave me a cup of water. However, I warn you not to try this foolishness again!”

With that he clutched the poor weeping Princess in his scaly arms and carried her back to the castle.