 CHAPTER XIII. THE STRONG PRINCE Once upon a time there lived a king who was so fond of wine that he could not go to sleep unless he knew he had a great flaskful tie to his bed-post. All day long he drank till he was too stupid to attend to his business, and everything in the kingdom went to rack and ruin. But one day an accident happened to him, and he was struck on the head by a falling bow so that he fell from his horse and lay dead upon the ground. His wife and son mourned his loss bitterly, for, in spite of his faults, he had always been kind to them. So they abandoned the crown and forsook their country, not knowing nor caring where they went. At length they wandered into a forest, and being very tired sat down under a tree to eat some bread that they had brought with them. When they had finished the queen said, My son, I am thirsty. Fetch me some water. The prince got up at once and went to a brook which he heard gurgling near at hand. He stooped and filled his hat with water which he brought to his mother. Then he turned and followed the stream up to its source in a rock where it bubbled out clear and fresh and cold. He knelt down to take a draft from the deep pool below the rock when he saw the reflection of a sword hanging from the branch of a tree over his head. The young man drew back with a start, but in a moment he climbed the tree, cutting the brook which held the sword and carried the weapon to his mother. The queen was greatly surprised at the sight of anything so splendid in such a lonely place, and took it in her hands to examine it closely. It was of curious workmanship, wrought with gold, and on its handle was written, The man who can buckle on this sword will become stronger than other men. The queen's heart swelled with joy as she read these words, and she bade her son lose no time in testing their truth. So he fastened it round his waist, and instantly a glove strength seemed to run through his veins. He took hold of a thick oak tree and rooted it up as easily as if it had been a weed. This discovery put new life into the queen and her son, and they continued their walk through the forest. But night was drawing on, and the darkness grew so thick that it seemed as if it could be cut with a knife. They did not want to sleep in the wood, for they were a fate of wolves and other wild beasts, so they groped their way along, hand in hand, till the prince tripped over something which lay across the path. He could not see what it was but stooped down and tried to lift it. The thing was very heavy, and he thought his back would break under the strain. At last with a great heave he moved it out of the road, and as it fell he knew it was a huge rock. Behind the rock was a cave, which it was quite clear was the home of some robbers, though not one of the band was there. Hastefully putting out the fire which burned brightly at the back, and bidding his mother come in and keep very still, the prince began to pace up and down, listening for the return of the robbers. But he was very sleepy, and in spite of all his efforts he felt he could not keep awake much longer, when he heard the sound of the robbers returning, shouting and singing as they marched along. Soon the singing ceased, and straining his ears he heard them discussing anxiously what had become of their cave, and why they could not see the fire as usual. "'This must be the place,' said a voice, which the prince took to be that of the captain. "'Yes, I feel the ditch before the entrance. Someone forgot to pile up the fire before we left, and it has burnt itself out. But it is all right. Let every man jump across, and as he does so cry out, "'Hop! I am here. I will go last. Now begin.'" The man who stood nearest jumped across, but he had no time to give the call which the captain had ordered for with one swift, silent stroke of the prince's sword, his head rolled into a corner. Then the young man cried instead, "'Hop! I am here.'" The second man, hearing the signal, leapt the ditch in confidence, and was met by the same fate, and in a few minutes eleven of the robbers laid dead, and there remained only the captain. Now the captain had wound round his neck the shawl of his lost wife, and the stroke of the prince's sword fell harmless. Being very cunning, however, he made no resistance, and rolled over as if he were as dead as the other men. Still the prince was no fool, and wondered if indeed he was as dead as he seemed to be. But the captain lay so stiff and stark that at last he was taken in. The prince next dragged the headless bodies into a chamber in the cave and locked the door. Then he and his mother ransacked the place for some food, and when they had eaten it they lay down and slept in peace. With the dawn they were both awake again, and found that instead of the cave which they had come to the night before, they now were in a splendid castle, full of beautiful rooms. The prince went round all these and carefully locked them up, pitting his mother take care of the keys while he was hunting. Unfortunately the queen, like all women, could not bear to think that there was anything which she did not know. So the moment that her son had turned his back, she opened the doors of all the rooms and peeped in till she came to the one where the robbers lay. But if the sight of the blood on the ground turned her faint, the sight of the robber captain walking up and down was a greater shock still. She quickly turned the key in the lock and ran back to the chamber she had slept in. Soon after her son came in, bringing with him a large bear which he had killed for supper. As there was enough food for last them for many days, the prince did not hunt the next morning, but instead began to explore the castle. He found that a secret way led from it into the forest, and following the path he reached another castle larger and more splendid than the one belonging to the robbers. He knocked at the door with his fist and said that he wanted to enter. But the giant, to whom the castle belonged, only answered, I know who you are. I have nothing to do with robbers. I am no robber, answered the prince. I am the son of a king, and I have killed all the band. If you do not open to me at once I will break in the door and your head shall go to join the others. He waited a little, but the door remained shut as tightly as before. Then he just put his shoulder to it and immediately the wood began to crack. When the giant found that it was no use keeping it shut, he opened it, saying, I see you are a brave youth. Let there be peace between us. And the prince was glad to make peace, for he had caught a glimpse of the giant's beautiful daughter, and from that day he often sought the giant's house. Now the queen let a dull life, all alone in the castle, and to amuse herself she paid visits to the robber captain, who flattered her till at last she agreed to marry him. But as she was much afraid of her son she told the robber that the next time the prince went to bathe in the river he was to steal the sword from its place above the bed. For without it the young man would have no power to punish him for his boldness. The robber captain thought this was good counsel, and the next morning when the young man went to bathe he unhooked the sword from its nail and buckled it round his waist. On his return to the castle the prince found the robber waiting for him on the steps, waving the sword above his head, and knowing that some horrible fate was in store fell on his knees and begged for mercy. But he might as well have tried to squeeze blood out of a stone. The robber, indeed, granted him his life, but took out both his eyes which he thrust into the prince's hand, saying brutally, Here! you had better keep them, you may find them useful. Weeping the blind youth felt his way to the giant's house, and told him all the story. The giant was full of pity for the poor young man, but inquired anxiously what he had done with the eyes. The prince drew them out of his pocket, and silently handed them to the giant, who washed them well, and then put them back in the prince's head. For three days he lay in utter darkness, then the light began to come back, till soon he saw as well as ever. But though he could not rejoice enough over the recovery of his eyes, he bewailed bitterly the loss of his sword, and that it should have fallen to the lot of his bitter enemy. Never mind, my friend, so the giant, I will get it back for you, and he sent for the monkey who was his head-servant. Tell the fox and the squirrel that they are to go with you, and fetch me back, the prince's sword, ordered he. The three servants set out at once, one seated on the back of the others, the ape who disliked walking, being generally on top. Directly they came to the window of the robber captain's room, the monkey sprang from the backs of the fox and the squirrel, and climbed in. The room was empty, and the sword hanging from the nail. He took it down, and buckling it round his waist, as he had seen the prince do, swung himself down again, and mounting on the backs of his two companions, hastened to his master. The giant made him give the sword to the prince, who girded himself with it, and returned with all speed to the castle. Come out, you rascal! Come out, you villain! cried he, and answered to me for the wrong you have done. I will show you who is the master in this house. The noise he made brought the robber into the room. He glanced up to where the sword usually hung, but it was gone, and instinctively he looked at the prince's hand, where he saw it gleaming brightly. In his turn he fell on his knees to beg for mercy, but it was too late. As he had done to the prince, so the prince did to him, and blinded he was thrust forth, and fell down a deep hole where he is to this day. His mother the prince sent back to her father, and never would see her again. After this he returned to the giant, and sent to him. My friend, add one more kindness to those who have already heaped on me. Give me your daughter as my wife. So they were married, and the wedding feast was so splendid that there was not a kingdom in the world that did not hear of it. And the prince never went back to his father's throne, but lived peacefully with his wife in the forest, where, if they are not dead, they are living still. End of The Strong Prince. CHAPTER XIV. OF THE CRIPSONED FAIRY BOOK. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information, or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by Kelly Weiskell, The Crimson Fairy Book. Addited by Andrew Lane. CHAPTER XIV. Once long ago in a little town that lay in the midst of high hills and wild forests, a party of shepherds sat one night in the kitchen of the inn, talking over old times, and telling of the strange things that had befallen them in their youth. Presently up spoke the silver-haired father Martin. The prince said he, You have had wonderful adventures, but I will tell you something still more astonishing that happened to myself. When I was a young lad, I had no home and no one to care for me, and I wandered from village to village all over the country with my knapsack on my back. But as soon as I was old enough I took service with a shepherd in the mountains and helped him for three years. One autumn evening as we drove the flock homeward ten sheep were missing, and the master bade me go and seek them in the forest. I took my dog with me but he could find no trace of them, though he searched among the bushes till night fell, and then, as I did not know the country and could not find my way home in the dark, I decided to sleep under a tree. At midnight my dog became uneasy, began to whine and creep close to me with his tail between his legs. By this I knew that something was wrong. And looking about, I saw in the bright moonlight a figure standing beside me. It seemed to be a man with shaggy hair and a long beard which hung down to his knees. He had a garland upon his head and a girdle of oak leaves about his body and carried an up-rooted fir tree in his right hand. I shook like an aspen leaf at the sight and my spirit quaked for fear, the strange being beckoned with his hand that I should follow him. But as I did not stir from the spot, he spoke in a hoarse, grating voice. Take courage, faint-hearted shepherd. I am the treasure seeker of the mountain. If you will come with me, you shall dig up much gold. Though I was still deadly cold with terror, I plucked at my courage and said, Get away from me, evil spirit. I do not desire your treasures. At this the specter grinned in my face and cried mockingly, Simpleton, do you score on your good fortune? Well then, remain a ragamuffin all your days. He turned as if to go away from me and then came back again and said, Be think yourself. Be think yourself. Rogue, I will fill your knapsack. I will fill your pouch. Away from me, monster! I answered, I will have nothing to do with you. When the apparition saw that I gave no heed to him, he ceased to urge me, saying only, Sunday you will rue this. And looked at me sadly. Then he cried, Listen to what I say, and lay it well to heart. It may be of use to you when you've come to your senses. A vast treasure of golden precious stones lays in safety deep unto the earth. At twilight and at high noon it is hidden. But at midnight it may be dug up. For 700 years have I watched over it but now my time has come. It is common property. Let him find it who can. So I thought to give it into your hand, having a kindness for you because you feed your flock upon my mountain. Thereupon the specter told me exactly where the treasure lay and how to find it. It might be only yesterday so well do I remember every word. He spoke, Go towards the little mountains, said he, and asked there for the Black King's Valley. When you come to a tiny brook, follow the stream till you reach the stone bridge beside the sawmill. Do not cross the bridge, but keep to your right along the bank till a high rock stands before you. A bow shot from that you will discover a little hollow like a grave. When you find this hollow, dig it out. But it would be hard work. For the earth has been pressed down into it with care. Still, work away till you find solid rock on all sides of you. And soon you will come to a square slab of stone, force it out of the wall, and you will stand at the entrance of the treasure house. Into this opening you must crawl, holding a lamp in your mouth. Keep your hands free lest you knock your nose against the stone, for the way is deep and the stone sharp. If it bruises your knees, never mind. You are on the road to fortune. Do not rest till you reach a wide stairway, down which you will go till you come out in a spacious hall, in which there are three doors. Two of them stand open. The third is fastened with locks and bolts of iron. Do not go through the door to the right, lest you disturb the bones of the lords of the treasure. Neither must you go through the door to the left. It leads to the snakes chamber, where adders and serpents lodge. But open the fast closed door by means of the well known spring root, which you must on no account forget to take with you, or all your trouble will be for naught. For no crowbar or mortal tools will help you. If you want to procure the root, ask a wood seller. It is a common thing for hunters to need, and it is not hard to find. If the door burst open suddenly with great crackings and groanings, do not be afraid. The noise is caused by the power of the magic root, and you will not be hurt. Now trim your lamp that it may not fail you, for you will be nearly blinded by the flash and glitter of the gold and precious stones on the walls and pillars of the vault. But beware how you stretch out a hand towards the jewels. In the midst of the cavern stands a copper chest. In that you will find gold and silver, enough and despair. And you may help yourself to your art's content. If you take as much as you can carry, you will have sufficient to last your lifetime. And you may return three times, but woe betides you if you venture to come a fourth time. You would have your trouble for your pains. It would be punished for your greediness by falling down the stone steps and breaking your leg. Do not neglect each time to heap back the loose earth which concealed the entrance of the king's treasure chamber. As the apparition left off speaking, my dog pricked up his ears and began to bark. I heard the crack of a carter's whip and the noise of wheels in the distance, and when I looked again the specter had disappeared. So ended the shepherd's tale, and the landlord who was listening with the rest said shrewdly, Tell us now, Father Martin. Did you go to the mountains and find what the spirit promised you? Or is it a fable? Nay, nay, answer the graybeard. I cannot tell if this specter lied. But never a step did I go towards finding the hollow for two reasons. One was that my neck was too precious for me to risk it in such a snare as that. The other, that no one could ever tell me where the spring root was to be found. Then blaze, another age shepherd lifted up his voice. Tis a pity, Father Martin, that your secret has grown old with you. If you had told it forty years ago truly you would not long have been lacking the spring root. Even though you will never climb the mountain now I will tell you, for a joke, how it is to be found. The easiest way to get it is by the help of a black woodpecker. Look, in the spring where she builds her nest in a hole in a tree, and when the time comes for her brood to fly off, block up the entrance to the nest with the hard sod, and lurk in ambush behind the tree till the bird returns to feed her nestlings. When she perceives that she cannot get into her nest, she will fly around the tree uttering cries of distress, and then dart off towards the sun setting. When you see or do this, take a scarlet cloak or, if that be lacking to you, buy a few yards of scarlet cloth, and hurry back to the tree before the woodpecker returns with the spring root in her beak. So soon as she touches with the root, the sod that blocks the nest, it will fly violently out of the hole, then spread the red cloth quickly under the tree, so that the woodpecker may think it is a fire, and in her tear drop the root. Some people really like a fire, and it's true spick in her blossoms in it, but that is a clumsy method. But the flames do not shoot up at the right moment. Away will fly the woodpecker carrying the root with her. The party had listened with interest to this speech, but by the time it was ended the hour was late, and they went their ways homeward, leaving only one man who sat and heated in a corner the whole evening through. Master Peter Block had once been a prosperous innkeeper, and a master cook, but he had gone steadily down in the world for some time, and was now quite poor. Formerly, he had been a merry fellow, bond of a joke, and the art of cooking had no equal in the town. He could make fish jelly, and quince fritters, and even wafer cakes, and he gilded the ears of all his boar's heads. Peter had looked about him for a wife early in life, but, unluckily, his choice fell upon a woman whose evil tongue was well known in the town. Ilse was hated by everybody, and the young folks would go miles out of their way rather than meet her, for she had some ill word for everyone. Therefore, when Master Peter came along and let himself be taken in by her boasted skill as a housewife, she jumped at his offer, and they were married the next day, but they had not got home before they began to quarrel. In the joy of his heart Peter had tasted freely of his own good wine, and as the bride hung upon his arm he stumbled and fell, dragging her down with him, whereupon she beat him soundly. And the neighbor said truly that things did not promise well for Master Peter's comfort. Even when the ill-matched couple were presently blessed with children, this happiness was but short-lived. The savage temper of his quarrelsome wife seemed to blight them from the first. And they died like kids in a cold winter, though Master Peter had no great wealth to leave behind him. Still it was sad to him, to be childless, and he would bemoan himself to his friends when he laid one baby after another in the grave, saying, The lightning has been among the cherry blossoms again, so there will be no fruit to grow ripe. But, by and by, he had a little daughter so strong and healthy, that neither her mother's temper nor her father's spoiling could keep her from growing up tall and beautiful. Meanwhile the fortunes of the family had changed. From his youth up Master Peter had hated trouble. When he had money he spent it freely, and fed all the hungry folk who asked him for bread. If his pockets were empty he borrowed of his neighbors. But he always took great care to prevent his scolding wife from finding out that he had done so. His motto was, It will all come right in the end. But what it did come to was ruin, for Master Peter, he was at his wits end to know how to earn an honest living. For try as he might, ill luck seemed to pursue him, and he lost one post after another. Till at last all he could do was to carry sacks of corn to the mill for his wife, who scolded him well if he was slow about it, and grudged him with his portion of food. This grieved the tender heart of his pretty daughter, who loved him dearly, and was the comfort of his life. Peter was thinking of hers he sat in the inn kitchen and heard the shepherds talking about the buried treasure. And for her sake he resolved to go and seek for it. Before he rose from the landlord's armchair his plan was made, and Master Peter went home more joyful and full of hope than he had been for many a long day. But on the way he suddenly remembered that he was not yet possessed to the magic spring-root, and he stole into the house with a heavy heart, and threw himself down upon his hard straw bed. He could neither sleep nor rest, but as soon as it was light he got up and wrote down exactly all that was to be done to find the treasure. That he might not forget anything. And when it lay clear and plain before his eyes he comforted himself with the thought that, though he must do the rough work for his wife during one more winter at least, he would not have to tread the path to the mill for the rest of his life. Soon he heard his wife's harsh voice singing its morning song as she went about her household affairs, scolding her daughter the while. She burst open his door while he was still dressing. Well, Topper, was her greeting. Have you been drinking all night? Wasting money that you steal for my housekeeping? For shame drunkard! Master Peter, who was well used to this sort of talk, did not disturb himself, but waited till the storm blew over. Then he said calmly, Do not be annoyed, dear wife. I have a good piece of business in hand, which may turn out well for us. You, with a good business, said she. You were good for nothing but talk. I am making my will, said he, that when my hour comes my house may be in order. These unexpected words cut his daughter to the heart. She remembered that all night long she had dreamed of a newly dug grave, and at this thought she broke out into loud lamentations, but her mother only cried, Pfft! Wretch! Have you not wasted goods and possessions, and now do you talk of making a will? Then she seized him like a fury, and tried to scratch out his eyes, but by and by the quarrel was patched up and everything went on as before. From that day Peter saved up every penny that his daughter Lucia gave him on the sly, and bribed the boys of his acquaintances to spy out a black woodpecker's nest for him. He sent them into the woods and fields, but instead of looking for a nest, they only played pranks on him. They led him miles over hill and vale, rock and stone, to find a raven's brood, or a nest of squirrels in a hollow tree, and when he was angry with them they laughed in his face and ran away. This went on for some time, but at last one of the boys spied out a woodpecker in the meadowlands, among the woodpigeons, and when he had found her nest in a half-dead alder tree came running to Peter with the news of his discovery. Peter could hardly believe his good fortune, and went quickly to see for himself if it was really true, and when he reached the tree there certainly was a bird playing in and out as if she had a nest in it. Peter was overjoyed at this fortunate discovery, and instantly set himself to obtain a red cloak. Now in the whole town there is only one red cloak, and that belonged to a man of whom nobody ever willingly asked a favor, Master Hammerling the Hangman. It cost Master Peter many struggles before he could bring himself to visit such a person. But there is no help for it. In little as he liked it he ended by making his request to the Hangman, who is so flattered that so respectable a man as Peter should borrow his robe of office, and willingly lend it to him. Peter now had all that was necessary to secure the magic root. He stomped up the entrance to the nest, and everything fell out exactly as Blaze had foretold. As soon as the woodpacker came back with a root in her beak out rushed Master Peter from behind the tree, and displayed the fiery red cloak so adroitly that the terrified bird dropped the root just where it could be easily seen. All Peter's plans had succeeded, and he actually held in his hand the magic root, that master key which would unlock all doors, and bring its possessor unheard of luck. His thoughts now turned to the mountain, and he secretly made preparations for his journey. He took with him only a staff, a strong sack, and a little box which his daughter, Lucia, had given him. It happened that on the very day Peter had chosen for setting out. Lucia and her mother went off early to the town, leaving him to guard the house. But in spite of that, he was on the point of taking his departure, when it occurred to him that it might be as well first to test the much-bunted powers of the magic root for himself. Dame Ilcey had a strong cupboard with seven locks built into the wall of her room in which she kept all the money she had saved, and she wore the key of it always hung about her neck. Master Peter had no control at all of the money affairs of the household, so the contents of this secret hoard were quite unknown to him, and this seemed to be a good opportunity for finding out what they were. He held the magic root to the keyhole, and to his astonishment heard all the seven locks creaking and turning. The door flew suddenly wide open, and his greedy wife's door of gold pieces laid before his eyes. He stood still in sheer amazement, not knowing which to rejoice over most. This unexpected find are the proof of the magic root's real power. But at last he remembered that it was quite time to be starting on his journey, so filling his pockets with his gold, he carefully locked the empty cupboard again and left the house without further delay. When Dame Ilcey and her daughter returned, they wandered to find the house door shut, and Master Peter nowhere to be seen. They knocked and called, but nothing stirred within but the house-cat, and at last the blacksmith had to be fetched to open the door. Then the house was searched from Garrett to Seller, but no Master Peter was to be found. Who knows, cried Dame Ilcey at last. The wretch may have been idling in some tavern since early morning. Then a sudden thought startled her, and she felt for her keys. Suppose they had fallen into her good for nothing husband's hands, and he had helped her to her treasure. But now the keys were safe in their usual place, and the cover looked quite untouched. Midday came, then evening, then midnight, and still no Master Peter appeared, and the matter became really serious. Dame Ilcey knew right well what a torment she had been to her husband, and remorse caught her the gloomiest forebodings. Ugh, Lucia! she cried. I greatly fear that your father's done himself a mischief. Then they sat till morning, weeping over their own fancies. As soon as it was light, they searched every corner of the house again, and examined every nail in the wall, and every beam. But luckily Master Peter was not hanging from any of them. After that the neighbors went out with long poles to fish in every ditch and pond, but they found nothing, and then Dame Ilcey gave up the idea of ever seeing her husband again, and very soon consoled herself, only wondering how the sacks of corn were to be carried to the mill in future. She decided, to buy a strong ass to do the work, and having chosen one and after some bargaining with the owner as to its price, she went to the cupboard in the wall to fetch the money. But what were her feelings when she perceived that every shelf lay empty and fair before her? For a moment she stood bewildered, then broken to such frightful ravings that Lucia ran to her in alarm, but as soon as she heard of the disappearance of the money she was heartily glad, and no longer feared that her father had come to any harm, but understood that he must have gone out into the world to seek his fortune in some new way. About a month after this, someone knocked at Dame Ilcey's door one day, and she went to see if it was a customer for meal, but in stepped a handsome young man dressed like a Duke's son, who greeted her respectfully, and asked after her pretty daughter, as if he were an old friend. Thus she could not remember having ever set eyes upon him before. However, she invited him to step into the house and to be seated while he unfolded his business. With a great air of mystery, he begged permission to speak to the fair Lucia, of whose skill and needlework he had heard so much, and he had a commission to give her. Dame Ilcey had her own opinion as to what kind of commission it was likely to be, brought by a young stranger to a pretty maiden. However, as the meeting would be under her own eye, she made no objection, but called to her industrious daughter who leapt off working and came obediently. But when she saw the stranger she stopped short, blushing, and casting down her eyes. He looked at her fondly and took her hand, which she tried to draw away crying, ah, Fridlin, why you here? I thought you were a hundred miles away. And you come to grieve me again. No, dearest girl, answered he, I am come to complete your happiness and my own. Since we last met, my fortune has utterly changed. I'm no longer the poor bag of bond that I was then. My rich uncle has died, leaving me money and goods and plenty, so that I dare to present myself to your mother as a suitor for your hand. That I love you, I know well. If you can love me, I am indeed a happy man. Lucia's pretty blue eyes had looked up shyly as he spoke. And now a smile parted her rosy lips, and she stole a glance at her mother to see what she thought about it all. But the dame stood lost in amazement to find that her daughter, whom she could have declared had never been out of her sight, was already well acquainted with a handsome stranger, and quite willing to be as bright. Before she had done staring, this hasty wooer had smoothed his way by covering the shining table with gold pieces as a wedding gift to the bride's mother. And it filled Lucia's apron in the bargain, after which the dame made no difficulties, and the matter was speedily settled. While Ilse gathered up the gold and hid it away safely, the lovers whispered together, and what Friedland told her seemed to make Lucia every moment more happy and contented. Now a great hurly burly began in the house, and preparations for the wedding went on a pace. A few days later, a heavily laden wagon drove up, and out of it came so many boxes and bales that dame Ilse was lost in wonder at the wealth of her future son-in-law. The day for the wedding was chosen, and all their friends and neighbors were bidden to the feast. As Lucia was trying on her bridal wreath, she said to her mother, This wedding garland would please me indeed if Father Peter could lead me to the church. If only he could come back again. Here we are rolling and riches, while he may be nibbling at hunger's table. And the very idea of such a thing made her weep, while even dame Ilse said, I should not be sorry myself to see him come back. There is always something lacking in a house when the good man is away. But the fact was that she was growing quite tired of having no one to scold. Now what do you think happened? On the very eve of the wedding a man pushing a wheel-barrel arrived at the city gate and paid toll upon a barrel of nails which it contained, and then made the best of his way to the bride's dwelling and knocked at the door. The bride herself peeped out the window to see who it could be, and there stood Father Peter. Then there was a great rejoicing in the house. Lucia ran to embrace him, and even dame Ilse held out her hand and welcomed and only said, Rogue Men, you're waste! When she remembered the empty treasure covered, Father Peter greeted the bridegroom, looking at him shrewdly, while the mother and daughter hastened to say all they knew in his favour, and appeared to be satisfied with him as a son-in-law. When dame Ilse had set something to eat before her husband, she was curious to hear his adventures and question him eagerly as to why he had gone away. God bless my native place, said he. I have been marching through the country and have tried every kind of work. But now I have found a job in the iron trade, only so far. I have put more into it than I have earned by it. This barrel of nails is my whole fortune, which I wish to give is my contribution towards the bride's house furnishing. This speech roused dame Ilse to anger, and she broke out in such shrill reproaches that the by-standers were fairly deafened, and Friedlin hastily offered Master Peter a home with Lucia himself, proclaiming that he should live in comfort and be always welcome. So Lucia had her heart's desire, and Father Peter led her to the church next day, and the marriage took place very happily. Soon afterward the young people settled in a fine-house which Friedlin had bought, and had a garden, and meadows, a fish-pond, and a hill covered with vines, and were as happy as the day was long. Father Peter also stayed quietly with them, living, as everybody believed, upon the generosity of his rich son-in-law. No one suspected that his barrel of nails was the real hornet-plenty, from which all this prosperity overflowed. Peter had made the journey to the treasure-mountain successfully, without being found out by anybody. He had enjoyed himself, by the way, and taken his own time, until he actually reached the little brook in the valley, which it had cost him some trouble to find. Then he pressed on eagerly, and soon came to the little hollow in the wood, down he went, burrowing like a mole into the earth. The magic root did its work, and at last the treasure lay before his eyes. You may imagine how gaily Peter filled his sack with as much gold as he could carry, and how he staggered at the seventy-seven steps, with a heart full of hope and delight. He did not quite trust the gnomes' promises of safety, and was in such haste to find himself once more in the light of day that he looked neither to the right, nor to the left, and could not afterwards remember whether the walls and pillars had sparkled witch-ools or not. However, all went well. He neither saw nor heard anything alarming. The only thing that happened was that the great iron-barred door shut with a crash as soon as he was fairly outside it, and then he remembered that he had left the magic root behind him, so he could not go back for another load of treasure. But even that did not trouble Peter much. He was quite satisfied with what he had already, after he had faithfully done everything according to Father Martin's instructions, and pressed the earth well back into the hollow. He sat down to consider how he could bring his treasure back to his native place, and enjoy it there, without being forced to share it with his scolding wife, who would give him no peace if she once found out about it. At last, after much thinking, he hid upon a plan. He carried a sack to the nearest village, and there bought a wheel-barrow, a strong barrel, and a quantity of nails. Then he packed his gold into the barrel, covered it well with a layer of nails, hoisted it onto the wheel-barrow with some difficulty, and set up with it upon his homeward way. At one place upon the road, he met a handsome young man who seemed, by his downcast air, to be in some great trouble. Father Peter, who wished everybody to be as happy as he was himself, greeted him cheerfully, and asked where he was going, to which he answered sadly, into the wide world, good Father, or out of it, wherever my feet may chance to carry me. Why, out of it, asked Peter. What has the world been doing to you? It has done nothing to me, nor eye to it, he replied. Nevertheless, there is not anything left in it for me. Father Peter did his best to cheer the young man up, and invited him to sup with them at the first inn they came to, thinking that perhaps hunger and poverty were causing the stranger's trouble. But when good food was set before him, he seemed to forget to eat. So Peter perceived that what held his guest was sorrow of heart, and asked him kindly to tell him his story. Where is the good Father? said he. You can give me neither help nor comfort. Who knows, answered Master Peter, I might be able to do something for you. Often enough in life, hope comes to us from the most unexpected quarter. The young man, thus encouraged, began his tale. I am, said he, a crossbow man, in the service of a noble count, in whose castle I was brought up. Not long ago my master went on a journey, and brought back with him amongst other treasures, the portrait of a fair maiden so sweet and lovely that I lost my heart at first sight of it, I could think of nothing but how I might seek her out and marry her. The count had told me her name and where she lived, but laughed at my love, and absolutely refused to give me leave to go and search of her. So I was forced to run away from the castle by night. I soon reached the little town where the maiden dwelt. But there, fresh difficulties awaited me. She lived under the care of her mother, who was so severe, that she was never allowed to look out the window or set her foot outside the door alone. And how to make friends with her I did not know. But at last I dressed myself as an old woman, and knocked boldly at her door. The lovely maiden herself opened it and so charmed me that I came near for kidding my disguise. But I soon recovered my wits and begged her to work, find tablecloth for me, for she is reported to be the best needlewoman in all the country round. Now I was free to go and see her often, under the pretence of seeing how the work was going. And one day, when her mother had gone to the town, I ventured to throw off my disguise and tell her of my love. She was startled at first, but I persuaded her to listen to me. And I soon saw that I was not displeasing to her. Though she scolded me gently for my disobedience to my master, and my deceit in disguising myself. But when I begged her to marry me, she told me sadly that her mother would scorn a penniless wooer, and implored me to go away at once, lest troubles should fall upon her. Bitter as it was to me, I was forced to go when she bade me, and I have wandered about ever since with grief, knowing at my heart. For how can a masterless man, without money or goods, ever hoped to win the lovely Lusha? Master Peter, who had been listening attentively, pricked up his ears at the sound of his daughter's name, and very soon found out that it was indeed with her that this young man was so deeply in love. Your story is strange indeed, said he. But where is the father of this maiden? Why do you not ask him for her hand? He might well take your part and be glad to have you for a son-in-law. Alas! said the young man, a father's a wandering good-for-not who's forsaken wife and child and gone off. Who knows where? The wife complains of him bitterly enough and scolds my dear maiden when she takes her father's part. Father Peter was somewhat amused by this speech, but he liked the young man well, and saw that he was the very person he needed to enable him to enjoy his wealth and peace, without being separated from his dear daughter. If you will take my advice, said he, I promise you that you shall marry this maiden whom you love so much, and that before you are many days older. Comrade, cried Freeland indidentally, for I thought Peter did but jest with him. It is ill done to mock at an unhappy man. You'd better find someone else who will let himself be taken in with your fine promises. An up-be-spring, and he was going off hastily when Master Peter caught him by the arm. Stay hot-head, he cried. It is no jest, and I'm prepared to make good my words. Thereupon he showed him the treasure hidden under the nails, and unfolded to him his plan, which was that Freeland should play as part of the rich son-in-law, and keep a still tongue that they might enjoy their wealth together in peace. The young man was overjoyed at the sudden change in his fortune, and did not know how to thank Father Peter for his generosity. They took the road again at dawn the next morning, and soon reached a town where Freeland equipped himself as a gallant wewer should. Father Peter filled his pockets with gold for the wedding dowry, and agreed with them that when all was settled he should secretly send a word that Peter might send off the wagon-load of house-plenishings with which the rich bridegroom was to make such a stir in the little town where the bride lived. As they parted, Father Peter's last commands to Freeland were to guard well their secrets, and not even tell it to Lucia till she was his wife. Master Peter long enjoyed the profits of his journey to the mountain, and no rumour of it ever got abroad. In his old age his prosperity was so great that he himself did not know how rich he was, but it was always supposed that the money was Freeland's. He and his beloved wife lived in the greatest happiness and peace, and rose to great honour in the town. And to this day, when the citizens wished to describe a wealthy man, they say, as rich as Peter Bloch's son-in-law. End of Chapter 14 Recorded by Kelly Weiskell Chapter 15 of The Crimson Fairy Book This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org Recording by Jenny Lundack The Crimson Fairy Book edited by Andrew Lang Chapter 15 The Cottager and His Cat Once upon a time there lived an old man and his wife in a dirty tumbledown cottage, not very far from the splendid palace where the king and queen dwelt. In spite of the wretched state of the hut, which many people declared was too bad even for a pig to live in, the old man was very rich, for he was a great miser, and lucky besides, and would often go without food all day sooner than change one of his beloved gold pieces. But after a while he found that he had starved himself once too often. He fell ill and had no strength to get well again, and in a few days he died, leaving his wife and one son behind him. The night following his death the son dreamed that an unknown man appeared to him and said, Listen to me, your father is dead, and your mother will soon die, and all their riches will belong to you. Half of his wealth is ill-gotten, and this you must give back to the poor from whom he squeezed it. The other half you must throw into the sea. Watch, however, as the money sinks into the water, and if anything should swim catch it and keep it, even if it is nothing more than a bit of paper. Then the man vanished and the youth awoke. The remembrance of his dream troubled him greatly. He did not want to part with the riches that his father had left him, for he had known all his life what it was to be cold and hungry, and now he had hoped for a little comfort and pleasure. Still he was honest and good-hearted, and if his father had come wrongfully by his wealth he felt he could never enjoy it, and at last he made up his mind to do as he had been bidden. He found out who were the people who were poorest in the village, and spent half of his money in helping them, and the other half he put in his pocket. From a rock that jetted right out into the sea he flung it in. In a moment it was out of sight, and no man could have told the spot where it had sunk, except for a tiny scrap of paper floating on the water. He stretched down carefully and managed to reach it, and unopening it found six shillings wrapped inside. This was now all the money he had in the world. The young man stood and looked at it thoughtfully. Well, I can't do much with this, he said to himself, but, after all, six shillings were better than nothing, and he wrapped them up again and slipped them into his coat. He worked in his garden for the next few weeks, and he and his mother contrived to live on the fruit and vegetables he got out of it. And then she, too, died suddenly. The poor fellow felt very sad when he had laid her in her grave, and with a heavy heart he wandered into the forest, not knowing where he was going. By and by he began to get hungry, and seeing a small hut in front of him he knocked at the door and asked if they could give him some milk. The old woman who opened it begged him to come in, adding kindly that if he wanted a night's lodging he might have it without its costing him anything. Two women and three men were at supper when he entered, and silently made room for him to sit down by them. When he had eaten he began to look about him, and he was surprised to see an animal sitting by the fire different from anything he had ever noticed before. It was gray in color and not very big, but its eyes were large and very bright, and it seemed to be singing in an odd way. Quite unlike any animal in the forest. What is the name of that strange little creature? Ask he. And they answered, we call it a cat. I should like to buy it if it is not too dear, said the young man. It would be company for me. And they told him that he might have it for six shillings if he cared to give so much. The young man took out his precious bit of paper, handed them the six shillings, and the next morning bade them farewell with the cat lying snugly in his cloak. For the whole day they wandered through meadows and forests till in the evening they reached a house. The young fellow knocked at the door and asked the old man who opened it if he could rest there that night, adding that he had no money to pay for it. Then I must give it to you, answered the man, and led him into a room where two women and two men were sitting at supper. One of the women was the old man's wife, the other his daughter. He placed the cat on the mantle shelf and they all crowded round to examine the strange beast. And the cat rubbed itself against them, and held out its paw and sang to them, and the women were delighted, and gave it everything that a cat could eat and a great deal more besides. After hearing the youth's story and how he had nothing in the world left him accept his cat. The old man advised him to go to the palace which was only a few miles distant, and take counsel of the king, who was kind to everyone and would certainly be his friend. The young man thanked him and said he would gladly take his advice, and early the next morning he set out for the royal palace. He sent a message to the king to beg for an audience, and received a reply that he was to go into the great hall where he would find his majesty. The king was at dinner with his court when the young man entered, and he signed to him to come near. The youth bowed low and then gazed in surprise at the crowd of little black creatures who were running about the floor, and even on the table itself. Indeed they were so bold that they snatched pieces of food from the king's own plate, and if he drove them away tried to bite his hands so that he could not eat his food, and his courtiers fared no better. What sort of animals are these, asked the youth of one of the ladies sitting near him. They are called rats, answered the king who had overheard the question, and for years we have tried some way of putting an end to them, but it is impossible. They come into our very beds. At this moment something was seen flying through the air. The cat was on the table, and with two or three shakes a number of rats were lying dead around him. Then a great scuffling of feet was heard, and in a few minutes the hall was clear. For some minutes the king and his courtiers only looked at each other in astonishment. What kind of animal is that which can work magic of this sort, asked he, and the young man told him that it was called a cat, and that he had bought it for six shillings. And the king answered, because of the luck you have brought me in freeing my palace from the plague which has tormented me for many years, I will give you the choice of two things. Either you shall be my prime minister, or else you shall marry my daughter and reign after me. Say, which shall it be? The princess and the kingdom, said the young man, and so it was. CHAPTER XVI. OF THE CRIMSON FAIRY BOOK. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. THE CRIMSON FAIRY BOOK. EDITED BY ANDRU LANG. THE PRINCE WHO WOULD SEEK IMMORTALITY. Once upon a time, in the very middle of the middle of a large kingdom, there was a town, and in the town a palace, and in the palace a king. This king had one son whom his father thought was wiser and cleverer than any son ever was before, and indeed his father had spared no pains to make him so. He had been very careful in choosing his tutors and governors when he was a boy, and when he became a youth he sent him to travel, so that he might see the ways of other people, and find that they were often as good as his own. It was now a year since the prince had returned home, for his father felt that it was time that his son should learn how to rule the kingdom which would one day be his. But during his long absence, the prince seemed to have changed his character altogether. From being a merry and light-hearted boy, he had grown into a gloomy and thoughtful man. The king knew of nothing that could have produced such an alteration. He vexed himself about it from morning till night, till at length an explanation occurred to him. The young man was in love. Now the prince never talked about his feelings. For the matter of that he scarcely talked at all, and the father knew that if he was to come to the bottom of the prince's dismal face, he would have to begin. So one day after dinner he took his son by the arm and let him into another room, hung entirely with the pictures of beautiful maidens, each one more lovely than the other. My dear boy, he said, you are very sad, perhaps after all your wanderings it is dull for you here all alone with me. It would be much better if you would marry, and I have collected here the portraits of the most beautiful women in the world of a rank equal to your own. Choose which among them you would like for a wife, and I will send an embassy to her father to ask for her hand. Alas, your majesty, answered the prince, it is not love or marriage that makes me so gloomy, but the thought which haunts me day and night, that all men, even kings, must die. Never shall I be happy again till I have found a kingdom where death is unknown. And I have determined to give myself no rest till I have discovered the land of immortality. The old king hurt him with dismay. Things were worse than he thought. He tried to reason with his son and told him that during all these years he had been looking forward to his return, in order to resign his throne and its cares, which pressed so heavily upon him. But it was in vain that he talked. The prince would listen to nothing, and the following morning buckled on his sword and set forth on his journey. He had been travelling for many days, and had left his fatherland behind him, when close to the road he came upon a huge tree, and on its topmost bow an eagle was sitting shaking the branches with all his might. This seemed so strange and so unlike an eagle that the prince stood still with surprise, and the bird saw him and flew to the ground. The moment its feet touched the ground he changed into a king. Why do you look so astonished? he asked. I was wondering why you shook the bows so fiercely, answered the prince. I am condemned to do this, for neither I nor any of my kindred can die till I have rooted up this great tree, replied the king of the eagles. But it is now evening and I need work no more to-day. Come to my house with me, and be my guest for the night. The prince accepted gratefully the eagle's invitation, for he was tired and hungry. They were received at the palace by the king's beautiful daughter, who gave orders that dinners be laid for them at once. While they were eating, the eagle questioned his guest about his travels, and if he was wandering for pleasure's sake or with any special aim. Then the prince told him everything and how he could never turn back till he had discovered the land of immortality. Dear brother, said the eagle, you have discovered it already, and it rejoices my heart to think that you will stay with us. Have you not just heard me say that death has no power either of myself or any of my kindred till that great tree is rooted up? It will take me six hundred years' hard work to do that, so marry my daughter and let us all live happily together here. After all, six hundred years is an eternity. Ah, dear king, replied the young man, your offer is very tempting, but at the end of six hundred years we should have to die, so we should be no better off. No, I must go on till I find the country where there is no death at all. Then the princess spoke, and tried to persuade the guest to change his mind, but he sorrowfully shook his head. At length, seeing that his resolution was firmly fixed, she took from a cabinet a little box which contained her picture, and gave it to him, saying, As you will not stay with us, prince, accept this box, which will sometimes recall us to your memory. If you are tired of travelling before you come to the land of immortality, open this box and look at my picture, and you will be born along either on earth or in the air, quick as thought, or swift as the whirlwind. The prince thanked her for her gift, which he placed in his tunic, and sorrowfully bade the eagle and his daughter farewell. Never was any present in the world as useful as that little box, and many times did he bless the kind thought of the princess. One evening it had carried him to the top of a high mountain, where he saw a man with a bald head, busily engaged in digging up spadefuls of earth and throwing them in a basket. When the basket was full he took it away and returned with an empty one, which he likewise filled. The prince stood and watched him for a little, till the bald-headed man looked up and said to him, Dear brother, what surprises you so much? I was wondering why you were filling the basket, replied the prince. Oh, replied the man, I am condemned to do this, for neither I nor any of my family can die till I have dug away the whole of this mountain and made it level with the plain. But come, it is almost dark, and I shall work no longer. And he plucked a leaf from a tree close by, and from a rough digger he was changed into a stately bald-headed king. Come home with me, he added. You must be tired and hungry, and my daughter will have supper ready for us. The prince accepted gladly, and they went back to the palace, where the bald-headed king's daughter, who was still more beautiful than the other princess, welcomed them at the door and led the way into a large hall and to a table covered with silver dishes. While they were eating the bald-headed king asked the prince how he had happened to wander so far, and the young man told him all about it and how he was seeking the land of immortality. You have found it already, answered the king, for as I said, neither I nor my family can die till I have leveled this great mountain, and that will take full eight hundred years longer. Stay here with us and marry my daughter. Eight hundred years is surely long enough to live. Oh, certainly, answered the prince. But all the same I would rather go and seek the land where there is no death at all. So next morning he bade them farewell, though the princess begged him to stay with all her might, and when she found that she could not persuade him she gave him, as a remembrance, a gold ring. This ring was still more useful than the box, because when one wished oneself at any place one was there directly, without even the trouble of flying to it through the air. The prince put it on his finger, and, thinking her heartily, went his way. He walked on for some distance, and then he recollected the ring and thought he would try if the princess had spoken truly as to its powers. I wish I was at the end of the world, he said, shutting his eyes, and when he opened them he was standing in a street full of marble palaces. The men who passed him were tall and strong, and their clothes were magnificent. He stopped some of them and asked in all the twenty-seven languages he knew what was in the name of the city. But no one answered him. Then his heart sank within him. What should he do in this strange place if nobody could understand anything, he said. Suddenly his eyes fell upon a man dressed after the fashion of his native country, and he ran up to him and spoke to him in his own tongue. What city is this, my friend? he inquired. It is the capital city of the Blue Kingdom, or applied the man. But the king himself is dead, and his daughter is now the ruler. With this news the prince was satisfied, and begged his countrymen to show him the way to the young queen's palace. The man led him through several streets into a large square, one side of which was occupied by a splendid building that seemed borne upon slender pillars of soft green marble. In front was a flight of steps, and on these the queen was sitting wrapped in a veil of shining silver mist, listening to the complaints of her people and dealing at justice. When the prince came up she saw directly that he was no ordinary man, and telling her chamberlain to dismiss the rest of her petitioners for that day she signed to the prince to follow her into the palace. Luckily she had been taught his language as a child, so they had no difficulty in talking together. The prince told all his story and how he was journeying in search of the land of immortality. When he had finished the princess, who had listened attentively, rose, and taking his arm, led him to the door of another room, the floor of which was made entirely of needles, stuck so close together that there was not a room for a single needle more. Prince, she said, turning to him, you see these needles? Well, know that neither I nor any of my family can die till I have worn out these needles in sewing. It will take at least a thousand years for that. Stay here and share my throne. A thousand years is long enough to live. Certainly, answered he, still, at the end of the thousand years I should have to die. No, I must find the land where there is no death. The queen did all she could to persuade him to stay, but as her words proved useless at length she gave it up. Then she said to him, as he will not stay, take this little golden rod as a remembrance of me. It has the power to become anything you wish it to be, when you are in need. So the prince thanked her, and putting the rod in his pocket went his way. Scarcely had he left the town behind him when he came to a broad river which no man might pass, for he was standing at the end of the world, and this was the river which flowed round it. Not knowing what to do next he walked a little distance up the bank, and there over his head a beautiful city was floating in the air. He longed to get to it, but how? Neither road nor bridge was anywhere to be seen, yet the city drew him upwards, and he felt that here at last was the country which he sought. Suddenly he remembered the golden rod which the mist-veiled queen had given him. With a beating heart he flung it to the ground, wishing with all his might that it should turn into a bridge, and fearing that, after all, this might prove beyond its power. But no, instead of the rod there stood a golden ladder leading straight up to the city of the air. He was about to enter the golden gates, when there sprang at him a wondrous beast whose like he had never seen. Out soared from the sheath, cried the prince, springing back with a cry, and the sword leapt from the scabbard and cut off some of the monster's heads, but others grew again directly, so that the prince, pale with terror, stood where he was, calling for help, and put his sword back in the sheath again. The queen of the city heard the noise and looked from her window to see what was happening. Summoning one of her servants, she made him go and rescue the stranger, and bring him to her. The prince thankfully obeyed her orders, and entered her presence. The moment she looked at him, the queen also felt that he was no ordinary man, and she welcomed him graciously, and asked him what had brought him to the city. An answer the prince told all his story, and how he had traveled long and far in search of the land of immortality. You have found it, said she, for I am queen over life and over death. Here you can dwell among the immortals. A thousand years had passed since the prince first entered the city, but they had flown so fast that the time seemed no more than six months. There had not been one instant of the thousand years that the prince was not happy till one night when he dreamed of his father and mother. Then the longing for his home came upon him with a rush, and in the morning he told the queen of the immortals that he must go and see his father and mother once more. The queen stared at him with amazement and cried, Why, prince, are you out of your senses? It is more than eight hundred years since your father and mother died. There will not even be their dust remaining. I must go all the same, said he. Well, do not be in a hurry, continued the queen, understanding that he would not be prevented. Wait till I make some preparations for your journey. So she unlocked her great treasure chest and took out two beautiful flasks, one of gold and one of silver, which he hung round his neck. Then she showed him a little trap door in one corner of the room and said, Fill the silver flask with this water, which is below the trap door. It is enchanted, and whoever you sprinkle with the water will become a dead man at once, even if he had lived a thousand years. The golden flask you must fill with the water here, she added, pointing to a well in another corner. It springs from the rock of eternity. You have only to sprinkle a few drops on a body and it will come to life again, if it had been a thousand years dead. The prince thanked the queen for her gifts, and bidding her farewell went on his journey. He soon arrived in the town where the mist veiled queen reigned in her palace, but the whole city had changed, and he could scarcely find his way through the streets. In the palace itself all was still, and he wandered through the rooms without meeting any one to stop him. At last he entered the queen's own chamber, and there she lay, with her embroidery still in her hands, fast asleep. He pulled at her dress, but she did not waken. Then a dreadful idea came over him, and he ran to the chamber where the needles had been kept, but it was quite empty. The queen had broken the last over the work she held in her hand, and with it the spell was broken too, and she lay dead. Quick as thought the prince pulled out the golden flask, and sprinkled some drops of the water over the queen. In a moment she moved gently, and raising her head, opened her eyes. Oh, my dear friend! I am so glad you wakened me. I must have slept a long while. You would have slept till eternity, answered the prince, if I had not been here to waken you. At these words the queen remembered about the needles. She knew now that she had been dead and that the prince had restored her to life. She gave him thanks from her heart for what he had done, and vowed she would repay him if she ever got the chance. The prince took his leave and set out for the country of the bald-headed king. As he drew near the place he saw that the whole mountain had been dug away, and that the king was lying dead on the ground, his spade and bucket beside him. But as soon as the water from the golden flask touched him, he yawned and stretched himself, and slowly rose to his feet. Oh, my dear friend, I am so glad to see you, cried he. I must have slept a long while. You would have slept till eternity if I had not been here to waken you, answered the prince, and the king remembered the mountain and the spell, and vowed to repay the service if he ever had the chance. Further along the road, which led to his old home, the prince found their great tree torn up by its roots, and the king of the eagle sitting dead on the ground, with his wings outspread as if for flight. A flutter ran through the feathers as the drops of water fell on them, and the eagle lifted his beak from the ground and said, Oh, how long I must have slept! How can I thank you for having waken me, my dear good friend? You would have slept till eternity if I had not been here to waken you, answered the prince. Then the king remembered about the tree, and knew that he had been dead and promised, if ever he had the chance, to repay what the prince had done for him. At last he reached the capital of his father's kingdom, but on reaching the place where the royal palace had stood, instead of the marble galleries where he used to play, there lay a great sulfur lake, its blue flame starting into the air. How was he to find his father and mother, and bring them back to life if they were lying at the bottom of that horrible water? He turned away sadly and wandered back into the streets, hardly knowing where he was going, when a voice behind him cried, Stop, prince, I have caught you at last. It is a thousand years since I first began to seek you. And there beside him stood the old, white-bearded figure of death. Swiftly he drew the ring from his finger, and the king of the eagles, the bald-headed king, and a misdveiled queen, hastened to his rescue. In an instant they had seized upon death and held him tight till the prince should have time to reach the land of immortality. But they did not know how quickly death could fly, and the prince had only one foot across the border when he felt the other grasped from behind, and the voice of death calling, Halt, now you are mine. The queen of the immortals was watching from her window, and cried to death that he had no power in her kingdom, and that he must seek his prey elsewhere. Quite true, answered death, but his foot is in my kingdom, and that belongs to me. At any rate half of him is mine, replied the queen, and what good can the other half do you? Half a man is no use, either to you or to me, but this once I will allow you to cross into my kingdom, and we will decide by a wager whose he is. And so it was settled. Death stepped across the border, and so it was settled. Death stepped across the narrow line that surrounds the land of immortality, and the queen proposed the wager which was to decide the prince's fate. I will throw him up into the sky, she said, right to the back of the morning star, and if he falls down into this city, then he is mine. But if he should fall outside the walls, he shall belong to you. In the middle of the city was a great open square, and here the queen wished the wager to take place. When all was ready, she put her foot under the foot of the prince, and swung him into the air. Up, up he went, high amongst the stars, and no man's eyes could follow him. Had she thrown him up straight? The queen wondered anxiously, for if not he would fall outside the walls, and she would lose him forever. The moment seemed long while she and Death stood gazing up into the air, waiting to know whose prize the prince would be. Suddenly they both caught sight of a tiny speck, no bigger than a wasp, right up in the blue. Was he coming straight? No. Yes, but as he was nearing the city, a light wind sprang up, and swayed him in the direction of the wall, another second, and he would have fallen half over it when the queen sprang forward, seized him in her arms, and flung him into the castle. Then she commanded her servants to cast Death out of the city, which they did, with such hard blows that he never dared to show his face again in the land of immortality. End of The Prince Who Would Seek Immortality Chapter 17 Of The Crimson Fairy Book This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by Jenny Lundak The Crimson Fairy Book edited by Andrew Lang, Chapter 17 The Stone Cutter Once upon a time there lived a stone cutter, who went every day to a great rock in the side of a big mountain, and cut out slabs for gravestones or for houses. He understood very well the kinds of stones wanted for different purposes, and as he was a careful workman, he had plenty of customers. For a long time he was quite happy and contented and asked for nothing better than what he had. Now in the mountain dwelt a spirit, which now and then appeared to men, and helped them in many ways to become rich and prosperous. The stone cutter, however, had never seen this spirit, and only shook his head with an unbelieving air when anyone spoke of it. But a time was coming when he learned to change his opinion. One day the stone cutter carried a gravestone to the house of a rich man, and saw there all sorts of beautiful things of which he had never even dreamed. Suddenly his daily work seemed to grow harder and heavier, and he said to himself, Oh, if only I were a rich man, and could sleep in a bed with silken curtains and golden tassels, how happy I should be! And a voice answered him, Your wish is heard, a rich man you shall be. At the sound of the voice the stone cutter looked round, but could see nobody. He thought it was all his fancy, and picked up his tools and went home, for he did not feel inclined to do any more work that day. But when he reached the little house where he lived, he stood still with abasement. For instead of his wooden hut was a stately palace filled with splendid furniture, and most splendid of all was the bed, in every respect like the one he had envied. He was nearly beside himself with joy, and in his new life the old one was soon forgotten. It was now the beginning of summer, and each day the sun blazed more fiercely. One morning the heat was so great that the stone cutter could scarcely breathe, and he determined he would stay at home till the evening. He was rather dull, for he had never learned how to amuse himself, and was peeping through the closed blinds to see what was going on in the street. When a little carriage passed by, drawn by servants dressed in blue and silver, in the carriage sat a prince, and over his head a golden umbrella was held to protect him from the sun's rays. Oh, if I were only a prince, said the stone cutter to himself, as the carriage vanished round the corner, oh, if I were only a prince and could go in such a carriage and have a golden umbrella held over me, how happy I should be! And the voice of the mountain spirit answered. Your wish is heard. A prince, you shall be. And a prince he was. Before his carriage rode one company of men, and another behind it. Servants dressed in scarlet and gold bore him along. The coveted umbrella was held over his head. Everything heart could desire was his. But yet it was not enough. He looked round still for something to wish for. And when he saw that in spite of the water he poured on his grass, the rays of the sun scorched it. And that in spite of the umbrella held over his head each day his face grew browner and browner. He cried in his anger, The sun is mightier than I. Oh, if I were only the sun. And the mountain spirit answered. Your wish is heard. The sun, you shall be. And the sun he was. And felt himself proud in his power. He shot his beams above and below, on earth and in heaven. He burned up the grass in the fields and scorched the faces of prince as well as a poorer folk. But, in a short time, he began to grow tired of his might. For there seemed nothing left for him to do. Discontent once more filled his soul, and then a cloud covered his face and hid the earth from him. He cried in his anger, Does the cloud hold captive my rays? And is it mightier than I? Oh, that I were a cloud and mightier than any. And the mountain spirit answered. Your wish is heard. A cloud, you shall be. And a cloud he was. And lay between the sun and the earth. He caught the sun's beams and held them. And to his joy the earth grew green again and flowers blossomed. But that was not enough for him, and for days and weeks he poured forth rain till the rivers overflowed their banks and the crops of rice stood in water. Towns and villages were destroyed by the power of the rain. Only the great rock on the mountain side remained unmoved. The cloud was amazed at the sight and cried in wonder. Is the rock, then, mightier than I? Oh, if I were only the rock. And the mountain spirit answered. Your wish is heard. The rock, you shall be. And the rock he was, and gloried in his power. Proudly he stood, and neither the heat of the sun nor the force of the rain could move him. This is better than all, he said to himself. But one day he heard a strange noise at his feet. And when he looked down to see what it could be, he saw a stone-cutter driving tools into his surface. Even while he looked, a trembling feeling ran all through him. And a great block broke off and fell upon the ground. Then he cried in his wrath. Is a mere child of earth mightier than a rock? Oh, if I were only a man. And the mountain spirit answered. Your wish is heard. A man once more, you shall be. And a man he was, and in the sweat of his brow he toiled again at his trade of stone-cutting. His bed was hard and his food scanty. But he had learned to be satisfied with it, and did not long to be something or somebody else. And as he never asked for things he had not got, or desired to be greater and mightier than other people, he was happy at last. And heard the voice of the mountain spirit no longer. From Japanese Macharen. End of Chapter 17, Recording by Jenny Lundack, South Padre Island, Texas, recorded in February 2011. Chapter 18 of the Crimson Fairy Book. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information, or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by Tara Mendoza. The Crimson Fairy Book. Edited by Andrew Lane. Chapter 18 The Gold-Bearded Man Once upon a time there lived a great king who had a wife and one son, whom he loved very much. The boy was still young, when one day the king said to his wife, I feel that the hour of my death draws near, and I want you to promise that you will never take another husband, but will give up your life to care of our son. The queen burst into tears at these words, and sobbed out that she would never, never marry again, and that her son's welfare should be her first thought as long as she lived. Her promise comforted the troubled heart of the king. And a few days after he died, at peace with himself and with the world. But no sooner was the breath out of his body than the queen said to herself, To promise is one thing, and to keep is quite another. And hardly was the last, spadeful of earth, long over the coffin, then she married a noble from a neighboring country, and got him made king instead of the young prince. Her new husband was a cruel, wicked man who treated his stepson very badly, and gave him scarcely anything to eat, and only rags to wear. And he would certainly have killed the boy, but for fear of the people. Now, by the palace grounds there ran a brook. But instead of being a water brook, it was a milk brook. And both rich and poor flocked to it daily, and drew as much milk as they chose. The first thing the new king did, when he was seated on the throne, was to forbid anyone to go near the brook on pain of being seized by the watchmen. And this was purely spite, for there was plenty of milk for everybody. For some days no one dared venture near the banks of the stream. But at length some of the watchmen noticed that early in the mornings, just at dawn, a man with a gold beard came down to the brook with a pail, which he filled up to the brim with milk, and then vanished like smoke before they could get near enough to see who he was, so they went and told the king what they had seen. At first the king would not believe their story, but as they persisted it was quite true he said that he would go and watch the stream that night himself. With the earliest streaks of dawn the gold-bearded man appeared, and filled his pail as before. Then in an instant he had vanished, as if the earth had swallowed him up. The king stood staring with eyes and mouth open at the place where the man had disappeared. He had never seen him before. That was certain, but what mattered much more was how to catch him, and what should be done with him when he was caught. He would have a cage built as a prison for him, and every one would talk of it, for in the other countries thieves were put in prison, and it was long in deed since any king had used a cage. It was all very well to plan, and even to station a watchman behind every bush, but it was of no use, for the man was never caught. They would creep up to him softly on the grass as he was stooping to fill his pail, and just as they stretched out their hands to seize him he vanished before their eyes. Time after time this happened, till the king grew mad with rage, and offered a large reward to anyone who could tell him how to capture his enemy. The first person that came with the scheme was an old soldier who promised the king that if he would only put some bread and bacon, and a flask of wine on the bank of the stream, the gold-bearded man would be sure to eat and drink, and they could shake some powder into the wine which would send him to sleep at once. After that there was nothing to do but to shut him in the cage. This idea pleased the king, and he ordered bread and bacon and a flask of drugged wine to be placed on the bank of the stream, and the watchers to be redoubled. Then full of hope he awaited the result. Everything turned out just as the soldier had said. Early next morning the gold-bearded man came down to the brook, ate, drank, and fell sound asleep, so that the watchers easily bound him and carried him off to the palace. In a moment the king had him fast in the golden cage, and showed him with ferocious joy to the strangers who were visiting his court. The poor captive, when he awoke from his drunken sleep, tried to talk to them but no one would listen to him. So he shut himself up altogether, and the people who came to stare took him for a dumb man of the woods. He wept and moaned to himself all day, and would hardly touch food. Though in dread that he should die and escape his tormentors, the king ordered his head cooked to send him dishes from the royal table. The gold-bearded man had been in captivity about a month when the king was forced to make war upon a neighboring country, and left the palace to take command of his army. But before he went he called his steps unto him and said, Listen, boy, to what I tell you. While I am away I trust the care of my prisoner to you. See that he has plenty to eat and drink. But be careful that he does not escape or even walk about the room. If I return and find him gone you will pay for it by a terrible death. The young prince was thankful that his stepfather was going to the war and secretly hoped he might never come back. Directly he had ridden off. The boy went to the room where the cage was kept and never left at night and day. He even played his games beside it. One day he was shooting at a mark with a silver bow. One of his arrows fell into the golden cage. Please, give me my arrow," said the boy, running up to him. But the gold-bearded man answered, No, I shall not give it to you unless you let me out of my cage. I may not let you out, replied the boy. For if I do, my stepfather says that I shall have to die a horrible death when he returns from the war. My arrow can be of no use to you, so give it to me. The man handed the arrow through the bars, but when he had done so he begged harder than ever that the prince would open the door and set him free. Indeed he prayed so earnestly that the prince's heart was touched, for he was a tender-hearted boy who pitied the sorrows of other people. So he shot back the bolt and the gold-bearded man stepped out into the world. I will repay you a thousandfold for that good deed, said the man, and then he vanished. The prince began to think what he should say to the king when he came back. Then he wondered whether it would be wise to wait for his stepfather's return and run the risk of the dreadful death which had been promised him. No, he said to himself, I am afraid to stay. Perhaps the world will be kinder to me than he has been. Unseen. He stole out when twilight fell, and for many days he wandered over mountains and through forests and valleys without knowing where he was going or what he should do. He had only the berries for food when one morning he saw a wood pigeon sitting on a bow. In an instant he had fitted an arrow to his bow and was taking aim at the bird, thinking what a good meal he would make of him when his weapon fell to the ground at the sound of the pigeon's voice. Do not shoot! I implore you, noble prince. I have two little sons at home, and they will die of hunger if I am not there to bring them food. And the prince had pity and unstrung his bow. Oh, prince, I will repay your deed of mercy, said the grateful wood pigeon. Poor thing, how can you repay me, asked the prince. You have forgotten, answered the wood pigeon. The proverb that runs, mountain and mountain can never meet, but one living creature can always come across another. The boy laughed at this speech and went his way. By and by he reached the edge of a lake and flying towards some rushes which grew near the shore he beheld a wild duck. Now in the days that the king his father was alive and he had everything to eat he could possibly wish for. The prince always had wild duck for his birthday dinner, so he quickly fitted an arrow to his bow and took careful aim. Do not shoot! I pray, noble prince, cried the wild duck. I have two little sons at home, they will die of hunger if I am not there to bring them food. And the prince had pity and let folly's arrow and unstrung his bow. Oh, prince, I will repay your deed of mercy, exclaimed the grateful wild duck. You poor thing, how can you repay me, asked the prince. You have forgotten, answered the wild duck. The proverb that runs, mountain and mountain can never meet, but one living creature can always come across another. The boy laughed at this speech and went his way. He had not wandered far from the shores of the lake when he noticed a stork standing on one leg, and again he raised his bow and prepared to aim. Do not shoot! I pray, noble prince, cried the stork. I have two little sons at home, they will die of hunger if I am not there to bring them food. Again, the prince was filled with pity, and this time also he did not shoot. Oh, prince, I will repay your deed of mercy, cried the stork. You poor stork, how can you repay me, asked the prince. You have forgotten, answered the stork. The proverb that runs, mountain and mountain can never meet, but one living creature can always come across another. The boy laughed at hearing these words again, and walked slowly on. He had not gone far when he fell in with two discharged soldiers. Where are you going, little brother? asked one. I am seeking work, answered the prince. So are we, replied the soldier. We can all go together. The boy was glad of company, and they went on and on and on, through seven kingdoms, without finding anything they were able to do. At length they reached a palace, and there was the king standing on the steps. You seem to be looking for something, he said. It is work we want, they all answered. So the king told the soldiers that they might become his coachmen, but he made the boy his companion and gave him rooms near his own. The soldiers were dreadfully angry when they heard this, for of course they did not know that the boy was really a prince, and they soon began to lay their heads together to plot his ruin. Then they went to the king. Your Majesty, they said, we think it is our duty to tell you that your new companion is boasted to us, that if he were only your steward, he would not lose a single grain of corn out of the storehouses. Now if your Majesty would give orders that a sack of wheat should be mixed with one of barley, and would send for the youth and command him to separate the grains, one from another, in two hours' time, you would soon see what his talk was worth. The king who was weak listened to what these wicked men had told him, and desired the prince to have the contents of the sack piled into two heaps by the time that he returned from his council. If you succeed, he added, you shall be my steward, but if you fail I will put you to death on the spot. The unfortunate prince declared that he had never made any such boast as was reported, but it was all in vain. The king did not believe him, and turned him into an empty room, bade his servants carry in the huge sack filled with wheat and barley, and scatter them in a heap on the floor. The prince hardly knew where to begin, and indeed if he had had a thousand people to help him, and a week to do it in, he could never have finished his task. So he flung himself on the ground and to spare, and covered his face with his hands. While he layed thus, a wood-pigeon flew in through the window. Why are you weeping, noble prince? asked the wood-pigeon. How can I help weeping at the task set me by the king? For he says if I fail to do it I shall die a horrible death. Oh, there is really nothing to cry about, answered the wood-pigeon soothingly. I am the king of the wood-pigeons, whose life you spared when you were hungry, and now I will repay my debt as I promised. So sane, he flew out of the window, leaving the prince with some hope in his heart. In a few minutes he returned, followed by a cloud of wood-pigeons so dense that it seemed to fill the room. Their king showed them what they had to do, and they set to work so hard that the grain was sorted into two heaps long before the council was over. When the king came back he could not believe his eyes, but search as he might through the two heaps he could not find any barley among the wheat, or any wheat among the barley. So he praised the prince for his industry and cleverness, and made him his steward at once. This made the two soldiers more envious still, and they began to hatch another plot. Your Majesty, they said to the king, one day as he was standing on the steps of the palace, that fellow has been boasting again, that if he had the care of your treasure, not so much as a gold pin should ever be lost. Put this vain fellow to the proof, we pray you, and throw the ring from the princess's finger into the brook, and bid him find it. We shall soon see what his talk is worth. And the foolish king listened to them, and ordered the prince to be brought before him. My son, he said, I have heard that you have declared that if I made you keeper of my treasures, you would never lose so much as a gold pin. Now in order to prove the truth of your words, I am going to throw the ring from the princess's finger into the brook, and if you do not find it before I come back from council, you will have to die a horrible death. It was no use denying that he had said anything of the kind. The king did not believe him. In fact, he paid no attention at all, and hurried off, leaving the poor boy speechless with despair in the corner. However, he soon remembered that though it was very unlikely that he should find the ring in the brook, it was impossible that he should find it by staying in the palace. For some time the prince wandered up and down, peering into the bottom of the stream, but though the water was very clear, nothing could he see of the ring. At length he gave it up in despair and throwing himself down at the foot of the tree. He wept bitterly. What is the matter, dear prince? said the voice just above him, and raising his head, he saw the wild duck. The king of this country declares I must die a horrible death if I cannot find the princess's ring which he has thrown into the brook, answered the prince. Oh, but you must not vex yourself about that, for I can help you, replied the bird. I am the king of the wild ducks whose life you spared, and now it is my turn to save yours. Then he flew away, and in a few minutes a great flock of wild ducks were swimming all up and down the stream, looking with all their might and long before the king came back from his council. There it was, safe on the grass beside the prince. At this sight the king was yet more astonished at the cleverness of his steward, and at once promoted him to be the keeper of his jewels. Now you would have thought that by this time the king would have been satisfied with the prince, and would have left him alone, but people's natures are very hard to change. And when the two envious soldiers came to him with a new falsehood, he was as ready to listen to them as before. Gracious Majesty, said they, the youth whom you have made keeper of your jewels, has declared to us that a child shall be born in the palace this night, which will be able to speak every language in the world, and to play every instrument of music. Is he then become a prophet or a magician, that he should know things which have not yet come to pass? At these words the king became more angry than ever. He had tried to learn magic himself, but somehow or other his spells would never work, and he was furious to hear that the prince claimed a power that he did not possess. Stammering with rage, he ordered the youth to be brought before him, and vowed that unless this miracle was accomplished, he would have the prince dragged at a horse's tail until he was dead. In spite of what the soldiers had said, the boy knew no more magic than the king did, and his task seemed more hopeless than before. He lay weeping in the chamber which he was forbidden to leave, when suddenly he heard a sharp tapping at the window, and looking up he beheld a stork. What makes you so sad, Prince? asked he. Someone has told the king that I have prophesied that a child shall be born this night in the palace, who can speak all the languages in the world, and play every musical instrument. I am no magician to bring these things to pass, but he says that if it does not happen, he will have me dragged through the city at a horse's tail till I die. Do not trouble yourself, answered the stork. I will manage to find such a child, for I am the king of the storks whose life you spared, and now I can repay you for it. The stork flew away, and soon returned carrying in his beak a baby wrapped in swaddling clothes, and laid it down near a lute. In an instant the baby stretched out its little hands, and began to play a tune so beautiful that even the prince forgot his sorrows as he listened. Then he was given a flute and a zither, but he was just as well able to draw music from them, and the prince, whose courage was gradually rising, spoke to him in all the languages he knew. The baby answered him in all, and no one could have told which was his native tongue. The next morning the king went straight to the prince's room and saw with his own eyes the wonders that the baby could do. If your magic can produce such a baby, he said, you must be greater than any wizard that ever lived, and shall have my daughter in marriage. And being a king, and therefore accustomed to have everything the moment he wanted it, he commanded the ceremony to be performed without delay, and a splendid feast to be made for the bride and bridegroom. When it was over he said to the prince, Now that you are really my son, tell me by what arts you were able to fulfill the tasks I set you. My noble father-in-law answered the prince. I am ignorant of all spells and arts, but somehow I have always managed to escape the death which has threatened me. And he told the king how he had been forced to run away from his stepfather, and how he had spared the three birds and had joined the two soldiers who had from envy done their utmost to ruin him. The king was rejoiced in his heart that his daughter had married a prince and not a common man, and he chased the two soldiers away with whips and told them that if they ever dared to show their faces across the borders of his kingdom they should die the same death he had prepared for the prince. End of Chapter 18 The Gold-Bearded Man Recorded by Tara Mendoza, Phoenix, Arizona, March 2011