Part 18 (2/2)
”Do not be afraid, dear Princess,” he said to her. ”Nothing shall harm you--I promise that!”
”I'm not afraid,” the Princess murmured. But she continued to blush and tremble and, although the shepherd tried to look into her eyes to rea.s.sure her, she kept her head averted.
This time the Tsar himself and many of his courtiers had gone on before and taken their stand on the hill that overlooked the lake to see the final combat of the shepherd and the dragon.
When the shepherd and the Princess reached the lake, the shepherd put his falcon on the log as before and tied the dogs beside it and laid his bagpipes on the ground. Then he threw off his smock, rolled up his hose, and wading boldly into the lake called out in a loud voice:
”Ho, dragon, come out and we'll try a wrestling match! That is, if you're not afraid!”
”Afraid?” bellowed an awful voice. ”Who's afraid?”
[Ill.u.s.tration: _Next Morning the Princess Peeped Out and Saw the Shepherd_]
The water of the lake churned this way and that and the horrible scaly monster came to the surface. He crawled to sh.o.r.e and clutched the shepherd around the waist. The shepherd clutched him in a grip just as strong and there they swayed back and forth and rolled over and wrestled together on the sh.o.r.e of the lake without either getting the better of the other. The Princess without the least show of fear stood nearby calling out encouragement to the shepherd and waiting for the moment when the shepherd should need her help.
By midafternoon when the sun was hot, the dragon grew faint and cried out:
”Oh, if I could but dip my burning head in the cool water, then I could toss you as high as the sky!”
”Don't talk nonsense!” the shepherd said. ”If the Tsar's daughter would kiss my forehead then I could toss you twice as high!”
Instantly the Princess ran forward and kissed the shepherd three times.
The first kiss fell on his forehead, the second on his nose, the third on his mouth. With each kiss his strength increased an hundredfold and taking the dragon in a mighty grip he tossed him up so high that for a moment the Tsar and all the courtiers lost sight of him in the sky. Then he fell to earth with such a thud that he burst.
Out of his body sprang a wild boar. The shepherd was ready for this and on the moment he unleashed the two hounds and they fell on the boar and tore him to pieces.
Out of the boar jumped a rabbit. It went leaping across the meadow but the dogs caught it and killed it.
Out of the rabbit flew a pigeon. Instantly the shepherd unloosed the falcon. It rose high in the air, then swooped down upon the pigeon, clutched it in its talons, and delivered it into the shepherd's hands.
He cut open the pigeon and found the sparrow.
”Spare me! Spare me!” squawked the sparrow.
”Tell me where my brothers are,” the shepherd demanded with his fingers about the sparrow's throat.
”Your brothers? They are alive and in the deep dungeon that lies below the Old Mill. Behind the mill there are three willow saplings growing from one old root. Cut the saplings and strike the root. A heavy iron door leading down into the dungeon will open. In the dungeon you will find many captives old and young, your brothers among them. Now that I have told you this are you going to spare my life?”
But the shepherd wrung the sparrow's neck for he knew that only in that way could the monster who had captured his brothers be killed.
Well, now that the dragon was dead the Tsar and all his courtiers came down from the hill and embraced the shepherd and told him what a brave youth he was.
”You have delivered us all from a horrid monster,” the Tsar said, ”and to show you my grat.i.tude and the country's grat.i.tude I offer you my daughter for wife.”
”Thank you,” said the shepherd, ”but I couldn't think of marrying the Princess unless she is willing to marry me.”
The Princess blushed and trembled just as she had blushed and trembled the night before and that morning, too, on the way to the lake. She tried to speak but could not at first. Then in a very little voice she said:
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