 Preface 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. Preface Each fairy book demands a preface from the editor, and these introductions are inevitably both monotonous and unavailing. A sense of literary honesty compels the editor to keep repeating that he is the editor and not the author of the fairy tales. Just as a distinguished man of science is only the editor, not the author of nature. Like nature, popular tales are too vast to be the creation of a single modern mind. The editor's business is to hunt for collections of these stories told by peasant or savage grandmothers in many climes, from New Caledonia to Zululand, from the frozen snows of the polar regions to Greece or Spain or Italy or far Lacabre. When the tales are found they are adapted to the needs of British children by various hands, the editor doing little beyond guarding the interests of propriety and toning down to mild reproofs the tortures inflicted on wicked stepmothers and other naughty characters. These explanations have frequently been offered already, but as far as ladies and children are concerned, to no purpose. They still ask the editor how he can invent so many stories. More than Shakespeare, Dumas, and Charles Dickens could have invented in a century, and the editor still avers in the prefaces that he did not invent one of the stories, that nobody knows as a rule who invented them, or where, or when. It is only plain that perhaps a hundred thousand years ago some savage grandmother told a tale to a savage granddaughter. That granddaughter told it in her turn, that various tellers made changes to suit their taste, adding or admitting features and incidents that, as the world grew civilized, other alterations were made. And that at last Homer composed the Odyssey and somebody else composed the story of Jason and the fleece of gold, and the enchantress Medea out of a set of wandering popular tales, which are still told among Samoids and Samoans, Hindus, and Japanese. All this has been known to the wise and learned for centuries, and especially since the brothers Grimm wrote in the early years of the nineteenth century. But children remain unaware of the facts, and so do their dear mothers, whence the editor infers that they do not read his prefaces, and are not members of the folklore society, or students of Herr Kohler and Monsieur Koski and Monsieur Henri Guido and Professor Child and Mr. Max Müller. Those these explanations are not attended to by the editor's customers, he makes them once more, for the relief of his conscience. Many tales in this book are translated or adapted from those told by mothers and nurses in Hungary. Others are familiar to Russian nurseries, and Serbians are responsible for some. A rather peculiarly fanciful set of stories are adapted from the Romanians. Others are from the Baltic shores, others from sunny Sicily, a few from Finland and Iceland and Japan and Tunis and Portugal. No doubt many children would like to look out these places on the map and study their mountains, rivers, soil, products and fiscal policies in the geography books. The people who tell the stories differ in color, language, religion and almost everything else, but they all love a nursery tale. The stories have been mainly adapted or translated by Mrs. Lang. A few by Ms. Lang and Ms. Blackley, end of preface. Recording by Jenny Lundak, South Padre Island, Texas. Chapter 1 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 1 Lovely Lanka. There was once a king's son who told his father that he wished to marry. No, no, said the king. You must not be in such a hurry. Wait until you have done some great deed. My father did not let me marry till I had won the golden sword you see me wear. The prince was much disappointed, but he never dreamed of disobeying his father. And he began to think with all his might what he could do. It was no use staying at home. So one day he wandered out into the world to try his luck. And as he walked along he came to a little hut in which he found an old woman crouching over the fire. Good evening, mother. I see you have lived long in this world. Do you know anything about the three bullrushes? Yes, indeed. I have lived long and been much about in the world. But I have never seen or heard anything of what you ask. Still, if you will wait till tomorrow I may be able to tell you something. Well, he waited till morning, and quite early the old woman appeared and took out a little pipe and blew in it. And in a moment all the crows in the world were flying about her. Not one was missing. Then she asked if they knew anything about the three bullrushes. But not one of them did. The prince went on his way, and a little further on he found another hut in which lived an old man. On being questioned the old man said he knew nothing, but begged the prince to stay overnight. And the next morning the old man called all the ravens together, but they too had nothing to tell. The prince bade him farewell and set out. He wandered so far that he crossed seven kingdoms. And at last one evening he came to a little house in which was an old woman. Good evening, mother, said he politely. Good evening to you, my dear son, answered the old woman. It is lucky for you that you spoke to me, or you would have met with a horrible death. But may I ask where you are going? I am seeking the three bullrushes. Do you know anything about them? I don't know anything myself. But wait till tomorrow. Perhaps I can tell you then. So the next morning she blew on her pipe. And lo and behold, every magpie in the world flew up. That is to say, all the magpies except one who had broken a leg and a wing. The old woman sent after it at once, and when she questioned the magpies, the crippled one was the only one who knew where the three bullrushes were. Then the prince started off with the lame magpie. They went on and on till they reached a great stone wall many feet high. Now, prince, said the magpie, the three bullrushes are behind that wall. The prince wasted no time. He set his horse at the wall and leaped over it. Then he looked about for the three bullrushes, pulled them up and set off with them on his way home. As he rode along one of the bullrushes happened to knock against something. He split open and only think, out sprang a lovely girl who said, My heart's love, you are mine and I am yours. Do you give me a glass of water? But how could the prince give it her when there was no water at hand? So the lovely maiden flew away. He split the second bullrush as an experiment and just the same thing happened. How careful he was of the third bullrush. He waited till he came to a well. And there he split it open and out sprang a maiden, seven times lovelier than either of the others. And she too said, My heart's love, I am yours and you are mine. Do you give me a glass of water? This time the water was ready and the girl did not fly away. But she and the prince promised to love each other always. Then they set out for home. They soon reached the prince's country and as he wished to bring his promise bride back in a fine coach he went on to the town to fetch one. In the field where the well was the king's swine herds and cow herds were feeding their droves and the prince left Lanka, for that was her name in their care. Luckily the chief swine herd had an ugly old daughter and whilst the prince was away he dressed her up in fine clothes and threw Lanka into the well. The prince returned before long bringing with him his father and mother and a great train of courtiers to escort Lanka home. But how they all stared when they saw the swine herds' ugly daughter. However there was nothing for it but to take her home. And two days later the prince married her and his father gave up his crown to him. But he had no peace. He knew very well he had been cheated though he could not think how. Once he desired to have some water brought to him from the well into which Lanka had been thrown. The coachman went for it and in the bucket he pulled up a pretty little duck was swimming. He looked wonderingly at it and all of a sudden it disappeared and he found a dirty looking girl standing near him. The girl returned with him and managed to get a place as a housemaid in the palace. Of course she was very busy all day long but whenever she had a little spare time she sat down to spin. Her distaff turned of itself and her spindle spanned by itself and the flax wound itself off and however much she might use there was always plenty left. When the queen or rather the swine herds' daughter heard of this she very much wished to have the distaff. But the girl flatly refused to give it to her. However at last she consented on condition that she might sleep one night in the king's room. The queen was very angry and scolded her well but as she longed to have the distaff she consented, though she gave the king a sleeping draught at supper. Then the girl went to the king's room looking seven times lovelier than ever. She bent over the sleeper and said, My heart's love, I am yours and you are mine. Speak to me but once. I am your Lanka. But the king was so sound asleep he neither heard nor spoke and Lanka left the room sadly thinking he was ashamed to own her. Soon after the queen sent again to say that she wanted to buy the spindle. The girl agreed to let her have it on the same conditions as before but this time also the queen took care to give the king a sleeping draught. Then once more Lanka went to the king's room and spoke to him. Whisper as sweetly as she might. She could get no answer. Now some of the king's servants had taken note of the matter and warned their master not to eat and drink anything that the queen offered him. As for two nights running she had given him a sleeping draught. The queen had no idea that her doings had been discovered. Then when a few days later she wanted the flax and had to pay the same price for it she felt no fears at all. At supper that night the queen offered the king all sorts of nice things to eat and drink. But he declared he was not hungry and went early to bed. The queen repented bitterly her promise to the girl but it was too late to recall it, for Lanka had already entered the king's room where he lay anxiously waiting for something. He knew not what. All of a sudden he saw a lovely maiden who bent over him and said, My dearest love, I am yours and you are mine. Speak to me, for I am your Lanka. At these words the king's heart bounded within him. He sprang up and embraced and kissed her, and she told him all her adventures since the moment he had left her, and when he heard all that Lanka had suffered, and how he had been deceived, he vowed he would be revenged. So he gave orders that the swine herd, his wife and daughter, should all be hanged. And so they were. The next day the king was married, with great rejoicings, to the fair Lanka, and if they are not yet dead, why, they are still living. From Angarsh Maharen. End of Chapter 1. Recording by Jenny Lundack, South Padre Island, recorded in March 2010. Chapter 2 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 2. Lucky Luck. Once upon a time there was a king who had an only son. When the lad was about 18 years old his father had to go to fight in a war against a neighbouring country, and the king led his troops in person. He bade his son act as regent in his absence, but ordered him on no account to marry till his return. Time went by. The prince ruled the country and never even thought of marrying. But when he reached his 25th birthday he began to think that it might be rather nice to have a wife. And he thought so much that at last he got quite eager about it. He remembered, however, what his father had said and waited some time longer. Till at last it was ten years since the king went out to war. Then the prince called his courtiers about him and set off with a great retinue, to seek a bride. He hardly knew which way to go, so he wandered about for twenty days when suddenly he found himself in his father's camp. The king was delighted to see his son, and had a great many questions to ask and answer. But when he heard that instead of quietly waiting for him at home, the prince was starting off to seek a wife, he was very angry and said, You may go where you please, but I will not leave any of my people with you. Only one faithful servant stayed with the prince and refused to part from him. They journeyed over hill and dale till they came to a place called Goldtown. The king of Goldtown had a lovely daughter, and the prince who soon heard about her beauty could not rest till he saw her. He was very kindly received, for he was extremely good-looking and had charming manners, so he lost no time in asking for her hand, and her parents gave her to him with joy. The wedding took place at once, and the feasting and rejoicings went on for a whole month. At the end of the month they set off for home, but as the journey was a long one, they spent the first evening at an inn. One in the house slept, and only the faithful servant kept watch. About midnight he heard three crows who had flown to the roof talking together. That handsome couple which arrived here tonight? It seems quite a pity they should lose their lives so soon. Truly, said the second crow, for tomorrow when midday strikes, the bridge over the gold stream will break just as they are driving over it. But listen, whoever overhears and tells what we have said will be turned to stone up to his knees. The crows had hardly done speaking when away they flew, and close upon them followed three pigeons. Even if the prince and princess get safe over the bridge they will perish, said they. For the king is going to send a carriage to meet them, which looks as new as paint, but when they are seated in it a raging whirlwind will rise and whirl the carriage away into the clouds, then it will fall suddenly to earth and they will be killed. But anyone who hears and betrays what we have said will be turned to stone up to his waist. With that the pigeons flew off and three eagles took their places, and this is what they said. If the young couple does manage to escape the dangers of the bridge and the carriage the king means to send them each a splendid gold embroidered robe. When they put these on they will be burnt up at once, but whoever hears and repeats this will turn to stone from head to foot. Early the next morning the travelers got up and breakfasted. They began to tell each other of their dreams. At last the servant said, Gracious prince, I dreamt that if your royal highness would grant all I asked we should get home safe and sound, but if you did not we should certainly be lost. My dreams never deceive me, so I entreat you to follow my advice during the rest of the journey. Don't make such a fuss about a dream, said the prince. Dreams are but clouds. Still, to prevent your being anxious I will promise to do as you wish. With that they set out on their journey. At midday they reached gold stream. When they got to the bridge the servant said, Let us leave the carriage here, my prince, and walk a little way. The town is not far off and we can easily get another carriage there. For the wheels of this one are bad and will not hold out much longer. The prince looked well at the carriage. He did not think it looked so unsafe as his servant said, but he had given his word and he held to it. They got down and loaded the horses with the luggage. The prince and his bride walked over the bridge. But the servant said he would ride the horses through the stream, so as to water and bathe them. They reached the other side without harm, and bought a new carriage in the town, which was quite near and set off once more on their travels. But they had not gone far when they met a messenger from the king who said to the prince, His Majesty has sent your royal highness this beautiful carriage, so that you may make a fitting entry into your own country amongst your own people. The prince was so delighted that he could not speak. But the servant said, My Lord, let me examine this carriage first, and then you can get in, if I find it is all right. Otherwise we had better stay in our own. The prince made no objections and after looking the carriage well over the servant said, It is as bad as it is smart. And with that he knocked it all to pieces, and they went on in the one that they had bought. At last they reached the frontier. There another messenger was waiting for them, who said that the king had sent two splendid robes for the prince and his bride, and begged that they would wear them for their state entry. But the servant implored the prince to have nothing to do with them, and never gave him any peace till he had obtained leave to destroy the robes. The old king was furious when he found that all his arts had failed, that his son still lived and that he would have to give up the crown to him. Now he was married, for that was the law of the land. He longed to know how the prince had escaped and said, My dear son, I do indeed rejoice to have you safely back, but I cannot imagine why the beautiful carriage and the splendid robes I sent did not please you. Why you had them destroyed! Indeed Sire said the prince. I was myself much annoyed at their destruction. But my servant had begged to direct everything on the journey, and I had promised him that he should do so. He declared that we could not possibly get home safely unless I did as he told me. The king fell into a tremendous rage. He called his council together and condemned the servant to death. The gallows was put up in the square in front of the palace. The servant was let out and his sentence read to him. The rope was being placed around his neck when he begged to be allowed a few last words. In the journey home, he said, we spent the first night at an inn. I did not sleep, but kept watch all night. And then he went on to tell what the crows had said, and as he spoke he turned to stone up to his knees. The prince called to him to say no more as he had proved his innocence, but the servant paid no heed to him, and by the time his story was done he had turned to stone from head to foot. Oh, how grieved the prince was to lose his faithful servant, and what pained him most was the thought that he was lost through his very faithfulness, and he determined to travel all over the world and never rest till he found some means of restoring him to life. Now there lived at court an old woman who had been the prince's nurse. To her he confided all his plans, and left his wife the princess in her care. You have a long way to go before you, my son, said the old woman. You must never be turned till you have met with lucky luck. If he cannot help you, no one on earth can. So the prince set off to find lucky luck. He walked and walked till he got beyond his own country, and he wandered through a wood for three days but did not meet a living being in it. At the end of the third day he came to a river near which stood a large mill. Here he spent the night. When he was leaving next morning the miller asked him, My gracious lord, where are you going all alone? And the prince told him. Then I beg your harness to ask lucky luck this question. Why is it that though I have an excellent mill, with all its machinery complete, and get plenty of grain to grind, I am so poor that I hardly know how to live from one day to another. The prince promised to inquire and went on his way. He wandered about for three days more, and at the end of the third day saw a little town. It was quite late when he reached it. But he could discover no light anywhere, and walked almost right through it without finding a house where he could turn in. But far away at the end of town he saw a light in a window. He went straight to it and in the house were three girls playing a game together. The prince asked for a night's lodging and they took him in, gave him supper, and got a room ready for him where he slept. Next morning when he was leaving they asked where he was going and he told them his story. Gracious prince said the maidens, do ask lucky luck how it happens that here we are over thirty years old, and no lover has come to woo us, though we are good, pretty, and very industrious. The prince promised to inquire and went on his way. Then he came to a great forest and wandered about in it from morning to night, and from night to morning, before he got near the other end. Here he found a pretty stream which was different from other streams, as, instead of flowing, it stood still and began to talk. Sir prince, tell me what brings you to these wilds. I must have been flowing here a hundred years and more, and no one has ever yet come by. I will tell you, answered the prince, if you will divide yourself so that I may walk through, the stream parted at once, and the prince walked through without wetting his feet and directly. He got to the other side, he told his story as he had promised. Oh, do ask, lucky luck, cried the brook. Why, though I am such a clear, bright, rapid stream, I never have a fish or any other living creature in my waters. The prince said he would do so, and continued his journey. When he got quite clear of the forest, he walked on through a lovely valley till he reached a little house thatched with rushes, and he went in to rest for he was very tired. Everything in the house was beautifully clean and tidy, and a cheerful, honest-looking old woman was sitting by the fire. Good morning, mother, said the prince. May luck be with you, my son. What brings you to these parts? I am looking for lucky luck, replied the prince. Then you have come to the right place, my son, for I am his mother. He is not at home just now, he is out digging in the vineyard. Do you go, too? Here are two spades. When you find him begin to dig, but don't speak a word to him. It is now eleven o'clock. When he sits down to eat his dinner, sit beside him and eat with him. After dinner he will question you, and then tell him all your troubles freely. He will answer whatever you may ask. With that she showed him the way, and the prince went and did just as she had told him. After dinner they lay down to rest. All of a sudden Lucky Luck began to speak and said, Tell me, what sort of man are you? For since you came here you have not spoken a word. I am not dumb, replied the young man, but I am that unhappy prince whose faithful servant has been turned to stone, and I want to know how to help him. And you do well, for he deserves everything. Go back, and when you get home your wife will just have had a little boy. Take three drops of blood from the child's little finger, rub them on your servant's wrists with a blade of grass, and he will return to life. I have another thing to ask, said the prince, when he had thanked him. In the forest near here is a fine stream, but not a fish or other living creature in it. Why is this? Because no one has ever been drowned in the stream. But take care in crossing to get as near the other side as you can, before you say so, or you may be the first victim yourself. Another question, please, before I go. On my way here I lodged one night in the house of three maidens. All were well-mannered, hard-working, and pretty. And yet none has had a war. Why was this? Because they always throw out their sweepings in the face of the sun. And why is it that a miller who has a large mill with all the best machinery, and gets plenty of corn to grind, is so poor that he can hardly live from day to day? Because the miller keeps everything for himself, and does not give to those who need it. The prince wrote down the answers to his questions, took friendly leave of lucky luck, and set off for home. When he reached the stream it asked, if he brought it any good news. When I get across, I will tell you, said he. So the stream parted, he walked through, and on to the highest part of the bank. He stopped and shouted, Listen, O stream, lucky luck says you will never have any living creature in your waters until someone is drowned in you. The words were hardly out of his mouth when the stream swelled and overflowed till it reached the rock up which he had climbed, and dashed so far up it that the spray flew over him. But he clung on tight, and after failing to reach him three times, the stream returned to its proper course. Then the prince climbed down, dried himself in the sun, and set out on his march home. He spent the night once more at the mill, and gave the miller his answer. And by and by he told the three sisters not to throw out all their sweepings in the face of the sun. The prince had hardly arrived at home when some thieves tried to ford the stream with a fine horse they had stolen when they were half way across. The stream rose so suddenly that it swept them all away. From that time it became the best fishing stream in the countryside. The miller, too, began to give alms and became a very good man, in time grew so rich that he hardly knew how much he had. And the three sisters, now that they no longer insulted the sun, had each a whore within the week. When the prince got home he found that his wife had just got a fine little boy. He did not lose a moment in pricking the baby's finger till the blood ran, and he brushed it on the wrists of the stone figure, which shuttered all over and split with a loud noise in seven parts, and there was the faithful servant alive and well. When the old king saw this he foamed with rage, stared wildly about, flung himself on the ground, and died. The servant stayed on with his royal master, and served him faithfully all the rest of his life. And, if neither of them is dead, he is serving him still, from Ungarish Maharen, and of Chapter 2 Lucky Luck, recording by Jenny Lundack, South Padre Island, recorded in March 2010. 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. The hairy man. Somewhere or other, but I don't know where, there lived a king who owned two remarkably fine fields of rape. But every night two of the rape heaps were burnt down in one of the fields. The king was extremely angry at this, and sent out soldiers to catch whoever had set fire to the ricks. But it was all of no use. Not a soul could they see. Then he offered 900 crowns to anyone who caught the evil doer, and at the same time ordered that whoever did not keep proper watch over the fields should be killed. But though there were a great many people, none seemed able to protect the fields. The king had already put ninety-nine people to death. When a little swine herd came to him who had two dogs, one was called Psst, and the other Hush, and the boy told the king that he would watch over the ricks. When it grew dark he climbed up on the top of the fourth rick, from where he could see the whole field. About eleven o'clock he thought he saw something going to a rick and putting a light to it. Just you wait, thought he incalled out to his dogs. Hi! Psst! Hush! Catch him! But Psst! and Hush had not waited for orders, and in five minutes the man was caught. Next morning he was brought bound before the king, who was so pleased with the boy that he gave him a thousand crowns at once. The prisoner was all covered with hair, almost like an animal, and altogether he was so curious to look at that the king locked him up in a strong room and sent out letters of invitations to all the other kings and princes, asking them to come and see this wonder. That was all very well, but the king had a little boy of ten years old, who went to look at the Harry Man also, and the man begged so hard to be set free that the boy took pity on him. He stole the key of the strong room from his mother and opened the door. Then he took the key back. But the Harry Man escaped and went off into the world. Then the kings and princes began to arrive one after another, and all were most anxious to see the Harry Man. But he was gone. The king nearly burst with rage and with the shame he felt. He questioned his wife sharply, and told her that if she could not find and bring back the Harry Man, he would put her in a hut made of rushes and burn her there. The queen declared she had had nothing to do with the matter. If her son had happened to take the key, it had not been with her knowledge. So they fetched the little prince and asked him all sorts of questions, and at last he owned that he had let the Harry Man out. The king ordered the servants to take the boy into the forest and to kill him there and to bring back part of his liver and lungs. There was grief all over the palace when the king's command was known, for he was a great favorite. But there was no help for it. And they took the boy out into the forest, but the man was sorry for him, and shot a dog and carried pieces of his lungs and liver to the king who was satisfied and did not trouble himself any more. The prince wandered about in the forest and lived as best he could for five years. One day he came upon a poor little cottage in which was an old man. They began to talk, and the prince told his story and sad fate. Then they recognized each other, for the old fellow was no other than the Harry Man whom the prince had set free and who had lived ever since in the forest. The prince stayed here for two years. Then he wished to go further. The old man begged him hard to stay, but he would not. So his Harry friend gave him a golden apple, out of which came a horse with a golden mane, and a golden staff with which to guide the horse. The man also gave him a silver apple, out of which came the most beautiful hussars and a silver staff, and a copper apple, from which he could draw as many foot soldiers as ever he wished, and a copper staff. He made the prince swear solemnly to take the greatest care of these presents, and then he let him go. The boy wandered on and on till he came to a large town. Here he took service in the king's palace, and as no one troubled themselves about him he lived quietly on. One day news was brought to the king that he must go out to war. He was horribly frightened, for he had a very small army. But he had to go all the same. When they had all left, the prince said to the housekeeper, Give me leave to go to the next village. I owe a small bill there and I want to go and pay it. And as there was nothing to be done in the palace, the housekeeper gave him leave. When he got beyond the town he took out his golden apple, and when the horse sprang out he swung himself into the saddle. Then he took the silver and copper apples, and with all these fine soldiers he joined the king's army. The king saw them approach with fear in his heart, for he did not know if it might not be an enemy. But the prince rode up and bowed low before him. I bring your majesty reinforcements, said he. The king was delighted, and all dread of his enemy at once disappeared. The princesses were there too, and they were very friendly with the prince and begged him to get into their carriage so as to talk to them. But he declined and remained on horseback as he did not know at what moment the battle might begin. And whilst they were talking together, the youngest princess, who was also the loveliest, took off her ring, and her sister tore her handkerchief in two pieces, and they gave these gifts to the prince. Suddenly the enemy came in sight. The king asked whether his army or the princes should lead the way. But the prince set off first and with his hussars he fought so bravely that only two of the enemy were left alive, and these two were only spared to act as messengers. The king was overjoyed, and so were his daughters at this brilliant victory. As they drove home they begged the prince to join them. But he would not come and galloped off with his hussars. When he got near the town he packed his soldiers and his fine horse all carefully into the apple again, and then strolled into the town. On his return to the palace he was well scolded by the housekeeper for staying away so long. Well, the whole matter might have ended there, but it also happened that the younger princess had fallen in love with the prince, as he had with her. And as he had no jewels with him he gave her the copper, apple, and staff. One day as the princesses were talking with their father the younger one asked him whether it might not have been their servant who had helped him so much. The king was quite angry at the idea, but to satisfy her he ordered the servant's room to be searched, and there to everyone's surprise they found the golden ring and the half of the handkerchief. When these were brought to the king he sent for the prince at once, and asked if it had been he who had come to their rescue. Yes, Your Majesty, it was I, answered the prince. But where did you get an army? If you wish to see it I can show it to you outside the city walls. And so he did, but first he asked for the copper apple from the younger princess, and when all the soldiers were drawn up there were such numbers that there was barely room for them. The king gave him his daughter and kingdom as a reward for his aid, and when he heard that the prince was himself a king's son his joy knew no bounds. The prince packed all his soldiers carefully up once more and they went back into town. Not long after there was a grand wedding. Perhaps they may all be alive still. But I don't know. End of Chapter 3 The Harry Man Recording by Jenny Lundack South Padre Island, Texas, recorded in March 2010 Chapter 4 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 Chapter 4 To Your Good Health Long ago there lived a king who was such a mighty monarch that whenever he sneezed everyone in the whole country had to say, To your good health, everyone said it except the shepherd with the staring eyes and he would not say it. The king heard of this and was very angry and sent for the shepherd to appear before him. The shepherd came and stood before the throne where the king sat looking very grand and powerful. But however grand or powerful he might be, the shepherd did not feel a bit afraid of him. Say it once, To my good health, cried the king. To my good health, replied the shepherd. To mine, to mine, you rascal, you vagabond, stormed the king. To mine, to mine, Your Majesty, was the answer. But to mine, to my own, roared the king and beat on his breast in a rage. Well, yes, to mine, of course, to my own, cried the shepherd and gently tapped his breast. The king was beside himself with fury and did not know what to do when the Lord Chamberlain interfered. Say it once, Say this very moment. To your health, Your Majesty, for if you don't say it you'll lose your life, whispered he. No, I won't say it till I get the princess for my wife was the shepherd's answer. Now the princess was sitting on a little throne beside the king her father and she looked as sweet and lovely as a little golden dove. When she heard what the shepherd said she could not help laughing, for there is no denying the fact that this young shepherd with the staring eyes pleased her very much. Indeed he pleased her better than any king's son she had yet seen. But the king was not as pleasant as his daughter and he gave orders to throw the shepherd into the white bear's pit. The guards led him away and thrust him into the pit with the white bear, who had had nothing to eat for two days and was very hungry. The door of the pit was hardly closed when the bear rushed at the shepherd. But when it saw his eyes it was so frightened that it was ready to eat itself. It shrank away into a corner and gazed at him from there. And in spite of being so famished did not dare to touch him, but sucked its own paws from sheer hunger. The shepherd felt that if he once moved his eyes off the beast he was a dead man. And in order to keep himself awake he made songs and sang them, and so the night went by. Next morning the Lord Chamberlain came to see the shepherd's bones and was amazed to find him alive and well. He led him to the king, who fell into a furious passion and said, Well, have you learned what it is to be very near death? And now will you say to my good health? The shepherd answered, I am not afraid of ten deaths. I will only say it if I may have the princes for my wife. Then go to your deaths, cried the king, and ordered him to be thrown into the den with the wild boars. The wild boars had not been fed for a week, and when the shepherd was thrust into their den they rushed at him to tear him to pieces. But the shepherd took a little flute out of the sleeve of his jacket and began to play a merry tune on which the wild boars, first of all, shrank shyly away, and then got up on their hind legs and danced gaily. The shepherd would have given anything to be able to laugh. They looked so funny. But he dared not stop playing, for he knew well enough that the moment he stopped they would fall upon him and tear him to pieces. His eyes were of no use to him here, for he could not have stared ten wild boars in the face at once. So he kept on playing. And the wild boars danced very slowly as if in a minuet. Then by degrees he played faster and faster, till they could hardly twist and turn quickly enough, and ended by falling over each other in a heap, quite exhausted and out of breath. Then the shepherd ventured to laugh at last. He laughed so long and so loud that when the Lord Chamberlain came early in the morning, expecting to find only his bones, the tears were still running down his cheeks from laughter. As soon as the king was dressed, the shepherd was again brought before him. But he was more angry than ever to think the wild boars had not torn the man to pieces. And he said, Well, have you learned what it feels to be near ten deaths? Now say to my good health. But the shepherd broke in. I do not fear a hundred deaths, and will only say it if I may have the princes for my wife. Then go to a hundred deaths, roared the king, and ordered the shepherd to be thrown down the deep bolt of size. The guard dragged him away to a dark dungeon, in the middle of which was a deep well with sharp sides all around it. At the bottom of the well was a little light, by which one could see if anyone was thrown in whether he had fallen to the bottom. When the shepherd was dragged to the dungeons he begged the guards to leave him alone a little while that he might look down into the pit of size. Perhaps he might, after all, make up his mind to say to your good health, to the king. So the guards left him alone, and he stuck up his long stick near the well, hung his cloak round the stick, and put his hat on the top. He also hung his knapsack up inside the cloak so that it might seem to have some body within it. When this was done he called out to the guards and said that he had considered the matter, but, after all, he could not make up his mind to say what the king wished. The guards came in, threw the hat and cloak, knapsack, and stick all down the well together, watched to see how they put out the light at the bottom, and came away thinking that now there really was an end of the shepherd. But he had hidden in a dark corner and was laughing to himself all the time. Quite early next morning came the Lord Chamberlain carrying a lamp, and he nearly fell backwards with surprise when he saw the shepherd alive and well. He brought him to the king whose fury was greater than ever, but who cried, Well now you have been near a hundred deaths. Will you say to your good health? But the shepherd only gave the same answer. I won't say it till the princess is my wife. Perhaps after all you may do it for less, said the king, who saw that there was no chance of making away with the shepherd, and he ordered the state coach to be got ready. Then he made the shepherd to get in with him and sit beside him, and ordered the coachman to drive to the silver wood. When they reached it he said, Do you see this silver wood? Well, if you will say to your good health, I will give it to you. The shepherd turned hot and cold by turns, but he still persisted. I will not say it till the princess is my wife. The king was much vexed. He drove further on till they came to a splendid castle, all of gold, and then he said, Do you see this golden castle? Well, I will give you that too, the silver wood and the golden castle. If only you will say that one thing to me, to your good health. The shepherd gaped and wondered and was quite dazzled, but he still said, No, I will not say it till I have the princess for my wife. This time the king was overwhelmed with grief and gave orders to drive on to the diamond pond, and there he tried once more. Do you see this diamond pond? I will give you that too, the silver wood and the golden castle, and the diamond pond. You shall have them all, all, if you will but say to your good health. The shepherd had to shut his staring eyes tight, not to be dazzled with the brilliant pond. But still he said, No, no, I will not say it till I have the princess for my wife. Then the king saw that all his efforts were useless, and that he might as well give in. So he said, Well, well, it's all the same to me. I will give you my daughter to wife. But then you really and truly must say to me, to your good health. Of course I'll say it. Why should I not say it? It stands to reason that I shall say it then. At this the king was more delighted than anyone could have believed. He had made it known all through the country that there were to be great rejoicings as the princess was going to be married, and everyone rejoiced to think that the princess who had refused so many royal suitors should have ended by falling in love with the staring-eyed shepherd. There was such a wedding as had never been seen. Everyone ate and drank and danced, even the sick were feasted, and quite tiny newborn children had presents given them. But the greatest merry-making was in the king's palace. There the best bands played and the best food was cooked. A crowd of people sat down to table, and all was fun and merry-making. And when the groomsman, according to custom, brought in the great boar's head on a big dish and placed it before the king so that he might carve it and give everyone a share, the savory smell was so strong that the king began to sneeze with all his might. "'To your very good health!" cried the shepherd before anyone else, and the king was so delighted that he did not regret having given him his daughter. In time, when the old king died, the shepherd succeeded him. He made a very good king, and never expected his people to wish him well against their wills. But all the same, everyone did wish him well, for they all loved him. From Rush Macharen, end of chapter four, recording by Jenny Lundack, South Padre Island, Texas, recorded in March 2010. Chapter five 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 five, The Story of the Seven Simons. Far away, beyond all sorts of countries, seas, and rivers, there stood a splendid city where lived King Arkadij, who was as good as he was rich and handsome. His great army was made up of men ready to obey his slightest wish. He owned forty times forty cities, and in each city he had ten palaces with silver doors, golden roofs, and crystal windows. His council consisted of the twelve wisest men in the country, whose long beards flowed down over their breasts, each of whom was as learned as a whole college. This council always told the king the exact truth. Now the king had everything to make him happy, but he did not enjoy anything because he could not find a bride to his mind. One day, as he sat in his palace looking out to sea, a great ship sailed into the harbor and several merchants came on shore, said the king to himself. These people have traveled far and beheld many lands. I will ask them if they have seen any princess who is as clever and as handsome as I am. So he ordered the merchants to be brought before him, and when they came, he said, you have traveled much and visited many wonders. I wish to ask you a question, and I beg you to answer truthfully. Have you anywhere seen or heard of the daughter of an emperor, king, or prince who is as clever and as handsome as I am and who would be worthy to be my wife and the queen of my country? The merchants considered for some time. At last the eldest of them said, I have heard that across many seas, in the island of Busan, there is a mighty king whose daughter, the princess Helena, is so lovely that she can certainly not be plainer than your majesty and so clever that the wisest graybeard cannot guess her riddles. Is the island far off and which is the way to it? It is not near, was the answer. The journey would take 10 years and we do not know the way. And even if we did, what use would that be? The princess is no bride for you. How dare you say so, cried the king angrily. Your majesty must pardon us, but just think for a moment. Should you send an envoy to the island, he will take 10 years to get there and 10 more to return, 20 years in all. Will not the princess have grown old in that time and have lost all her beauty? The king reflected gravely. Then he thanked the merchants, gave them leave to trade in his country without paying any duties, and dismissed them. After they were gone, the king remained deep in thought. He felt puzzled and anxious, so he decided to ride into the country to distract his mind and sent for his huntsmen and falconers. The huntsmen blew their horns, the falconers took their hawks on their wrists and off they all set across country, till they came to a green hedge. On the other side of the hedge stretched a great field of maize as far as the eye could reach, and the yellow ears swayed to and fro in the gentle breeze like a rippling sea of gold. The king drew rain and admired the field. Upon my word, said he, whoever dug and planted it must be good workmen. If all the fields in my kingdom were as well cared for as this, there would be more bread than people could eat. And he wished to know to whom the field belonged. Off rushed his followers at once to do his bidding and found a nice, tidy farmhouse, in front of which sat seven peasants, lunching on rye bread and drinking water. They wore red shirts bound with gold braid and were so much alike that one could hardly tell one from another. The messengers asked, who owns this field of golden maize? And the seven brothers answered, the field is ours, and who are you? We are king, archedeges, laborers. These answers were repeated to the king, who ordered the brothers to be brought before him at once. On being asked who they were, the eldest said, bowing low. We, king, archedeges, are your laborers, children of one father and mother. And we all have the same name, for each of us is called Simon. Our father taught us to be true to our king and to till the ground and to be kind to our neighbors. He also taught each of us a different trade, which he thought might be useful to us. And he bade us not neglect our mother earth, which would be sure, amply, to repay our labor. The king was pleased with the honest peasant and said, you have done well, good people, in planting your field, and now you have a golden harvest. But I should like each of you to tell me what special trades your father taught you. My trade, oh king, said the first Simon, is not an easy one. If you will give me some workmen and materials, I will build you a great white pillar that shall reach far above the clouds. Very good, replied the king. And you, Simon the second, what is your trade? Mine, your majesty, needs no great cleverness. When my brother has built the pillar, I can mount it. And from the top, far above the clouds, I can see what is happening in every country under the sun. Good, said the king, and Simon the third. My work is very simple, Sire. You have many ships built by learned men with all sorts of new and clever improvements. If you wish it, I will build you quite a simple boat. One, two, three, and it's done. But my plain little homemade ship is not grand enough for a king. Where other ships take a year, mine makes the voyage in a day, and where they would require 10 years, mine will do the distance in a week. Good, said the king again, and what has Simon the fourth learnt? My trade, O king, is really of no importance. Should my brother build you a ship, then let me embark in it. If we should be pursued by an enemy, I can seize our boat by the prow and sink it to the bottom of the sea. When the enemy has sailed off, I can draw it up to the top again. That is very clever of you, answered the king. And what does Simon the fifth do? My work, Your Majesty, is mere smith's work. Order me to build a smithy, and I will make you a crossbow, but from which neither the eagle in the sky, nor the wild beast in the forest is safe. The bolt hits whatever the eye sees. That sounds very useful, said the king. And now, Simon the sixth, tell me your trade. Sire, it is so simple I am almost ashamed to mention it. If my brother hits any creature, I can catch it quicker than any dog can. If it falls into the water, I pick it up out of the greatest depths. And if it is in a dark forest, I can find it, even at midnight. The king was much pleased with the trades and talk of the six brothers and said, Thank you, good people. Your father did well to teach you all these things. Now follow me to town, as I want to see what you can do. I need such people as you about me, but when harvest time comes, I will send you home with royal presents. The brothers bowed and said, as the king wills. Suddenly the king remembered that he had not questioned the seventh Simon. So he turned to him and said, Why are you silent? What is your handicraft? The seventh Simon answered, I have no handicraft, oh king. I have learned nothing. I could not manage it. And if I do know how to do anything, it is not what might properly be called a real trade. It is rather a sort of performance, but it is one which no one, not the king himself, must watch me doing. And I doubt whether this performance of mine would please your majesty. Come, come, cried the king. I will have no excuses. What is this trade? First, Sire, give me your royal word that you will not kill me when I have told you. Then you shall hear. So be it then. I give you my royal word. Then the seventh Simon stepped back a little, cleared his throat and said, My trade, king Arcadej, is of such a kind that the man who follows it in your kingdom generally loses his life and has no hopes of pardon. There is only one thing I can do really well. And that is to steal and to hide the smallest scrap of anything I have stolen, not the deepest vault, even if its lock were enchanted, could prevent my stealing anything out of it that I wish to have. When the king heard this, he fell into a passion. I will not pardon you, you rascal, he cried. I will shut you up in my deepest dungeon on bread and water till you have forgotten such a trade. Indeed, it would be better to put you to death at once and I have a good mind to do so. Don't kill me, oh king. I am really not as bad as you think. Why, had I chosen, I could have robbed the royal treasury, have bribed your judges to let me off and built a white marble palace with what was left. But though I know how to steal, I don't do it. You yourself ask me my trade. If you kill me, you will break your royal word. Very well, said the king, I will not kill you. I pardon you. But from this hour you shall be shut up in a dark dungeon. Here, guards, away with him to the prison. But you, six simons, follow me and be assured of my royal favor. So the six simons followed the king. The seventh simon was seized by the guards who put him in chains and threw him in prison with only bread and water for food. Next day the king gave the first simon carpenters, masons, smiths, and laborers with great stores of iron, mortar, and the like. And simon began to build. And he built his great white pillar far, far up into the clouds as high as the nearest stars. But the other stars were higher still. Then the second simon climbed up the pillar and saw and heard all that was going on through the whole world. When he came down, he had all sorts of wonderful things to tell. How one king was marching in battle against another and which was likely to be the victor. How in another place great rejoicings were going on while in a third people were dying of famine. In fact, there was not the smallest event going on over the earth that was hidden from him. Next the third simon began. He stretched out his arms once, twice, thrice, and the wonder ship was ready. At a sign from the king it was launched and floated proudly and safely like a bird on the waves. Instead of ropes it had wires for rigging and musicians played on them with fiddle-bows and made lovely music. As the ship swam about the fourth simon seized the prow with his strong hand and in a moment it was gone, sunk to the bottom of the sea. An hour passed and then the ship floated again, drawn up by simon's left hand while in his right he brought a gigantic fish from the depth of the ocean for the royal table. Whilst this was going on the fifth simon had built his forge and hammered out his iron and when the king returned from the harbor the magic crossbow was made. His majesty went out into an open field at once, looked up into the sky and saw, far, far away, an eagle flying up toward the sun and looking like a little speck. Now, said the king, if you can shoot that bird I will reward you. Simon only smiled, he lifted his crossbow, took aim, fired and the eagle fell. As it was falling the sixth simon ran with a dish, caught the bird before it fell to earth and brought it to the king. Many thanks, my brave lads, said the king. I see that each of you is indeed a master of his trade. You shall be richly rewarded. But now rest and have your dinner. The six simons bowed and went to dinner but they had hardly begun before a messenger came to say that the king wanted to see them. They obeyed at once and found him surrounded by all his court and men of state. Listen, my good fellows, cried the king as soon as he saw them. Here what my wise counselors have thought of. As you, Simon the Second, can see the whole world from the top of the great pillar, I want you to climb up and to see and hear. For I am told that far away, across many seas, is the great kingdom of the island of Busan and that the daughter of the king is the beautiful Princess Helena. Off ran the Second Simon and clambered quickly up the pillar. He gazed around, listened on all sides and then slid down to report to the king. Sire, I have obeyed your orders. Far away I saw the island of Busan. The king is a mighty monarch but full of pride, harsh and cruel. He sits on his throne and declares that no prince or king on earth is good enough for his lovely daughter, that he will give her to none and that, if any king asks for her hand, he will declare war against him and destroy his kingdom. Has the king of Busan a great army? Ask, King Arkadesh. Is his country far off? As far as I could judge, replied Simon, it would take you nearly 10 years in fair weather to sail there. But if the weather were stormy, we might say 12. I saw the army being reviewed. It was not so very large. 100,000 men at arms and 100,000 knights. Besides these, he has a strong bodyguard and a good many crossbowmen. Altogether you may say another 100,000. And there is a picked body of heroes who reserve themselves for great occasions requiring particular courage. The king sat for some time lost in thought. At last he said to the nobles and courtiers standing round, I am determined to marry the princess Helena, but how shall I do it? The nobles and courtiers and counselors said nothing, but tried to hide behind each other. Then the third Simon said, pardon me, Your Majesty, if I offer my advice. You wish to go to the island of Busan. What can be easier? In my ship you will get there in a week instead of in 10 years. But ask your council to advise you what to do when you arrive. In one word, whether you will win the princess peacefully or by war. But the wise men were as silent as ever. The king frowned and was about to say something sharp. When the court fool pushed his way to the front and said, dear me, what are all you clever people so puzzled about? The matter is quite clear. As it seems it will not take long to reach the island. Why not send the seventh Simon? He will steal the fair maiden fast enough and then the king. Her father may consider how he is going to bring his army over here. It will take him 10 years to do it. No less. What do you think of my plan? What do I think? Why, that your idea is capital and you shall be rewarded for it. Come, guards, hurry as fast as you can and bring the seventh Simon before me. Not many minutes later, Simon, the seventh, stood before the king who explained to him what he wished done and also that to steal for the benefit of his king and country was by no means a wrong thing, though it was very wrong to steal for his own advantage. The youngest Simon, who looked very pale and hungry, only nodded his head. Come, said the king, tell me truly, do you think you could steal the princess, Helena? Why should I not steal her sire? The thing is easy enough. Let my brother's ship be laden with rich stuffs, brocades, Persian carpets, pearls, and jewels. Send me in the ship. Give me my four middle brothers as companions and keep the other two as hostages. When the king heard these words, his heart became filled with longing and he ordered all to be done as Simon wished. Everyone ran about to do his bidding and in next to no time the wonder ship was laden and ready to start. The five Simons took leave of the king, went on board, and had no sooner set sail than they were almost out of sight. The ship cut through the waters like a falcon through the air and just a week after starting, sighted the island of Busan. The coast appeared to be strongly guarded and from afar the watchman on a high tower called out, Halt and Anchor, who are you? Where do you come from and what do you want? The seventh Simon answered from the ship. We are peaceful people. We come from the country of the great and good king, Arkadesh, and we bring foreign wares, rich brocades, carpets, and costly jewels, which we wish to show to your king and the princess. We desire to trade, to sell, to buy, and to exchange. The brothers launched a small boat, took some of their valuable goods with them, rode to the shore and went up to the palace. The princess sat in a rose red room and when she saw the brothers coming near, she called her nurse and other women and told them to inquire who and what these people were and what they wanted. The seventh Simon answered the nurse. We come from the country of the wise and good king, Arkadesh, said he, and we have brought all sorts of goods for sale. We trust the king of this country may condescend to welcome us and to let his servants take charge of our wares. If he considers them worthy to adorn his followers, we shall be content. This speech was repeated to the princess who ordered the brothers to be brought to the red room at once. They bowed respectfully to her and displayed some splendid velvets and brocades and opened cases of pearls and precious stones. Such beautiful things had never been seen in the island and the nurse and waiting women stood bewildered by all the magnificence. They whispered together that they had never beheld anything like it. The princess, too, saw and wondered and her eyes could not weary of looking at the lovely things or her fingers of stroking the rich, soft stuffs and of holding up the sparkling jewels to the light. Fairest of princesses, said Simon, be pleased to order your waiting-maids to accept the silks and velvets and let your women trim their headdresses with the jewels. These are no special treasures. But permit me to say that they are as nothing to the many-colored tapestries, the gorgeous stones and ropes of pearls in our ship. We did not like to bring more with us, not knowing what your royal taste might be. But if it seems good to you to honour our ship with a visit, you might condescend to choose such things as were pleasing in your eyes. This polite speech pleased the princess very much. She went to the king and said, Dear father, some merchants have arrived with the most splendid wares. Pray allow me to go to their ship and choose out what I like. The king thought and thought, frowned hard and rubbed his ear. At last he gave consent and ordered out his royal yacht with one hundred crossbows, one hundred knights, and one thousand soldiers to escort the princess Helena. Off sailed the yacht with the princess and her escort. The brother Simon came on board to conduct the princess to their ship and led by the brothers and followed by her nurse and other women, she crossed the crystal plank from one vessel to another. The seventh Simon spread out his goods and had so many curious and interesting tales to tell about them that the princess forgot everything else in looking and listening, so that she did not know that the fourth Simon had seized the prow of the ship and that all of a sudden it had vanished from sight and was racing along the depths of the sea. The crew of the royal yacht shouted aloud. The knights stood still with terror and the soldiers were struck dumb and hung their heads. There was nothing to be done but to sail back and tell the king of his loss. How he wept and stormed. Oh, light of my eyes, he sobbed, I am indeed punished for my pride. I thought no one good enough to be your husband and now you are lost in the depths of the sea and have left me alone. As for all of you who saw this thing away with you, let them be put in irons and locked them in prison whilst I think how I can best put them to death. While the king of Busan was raging and lamenting in this fashion, Simon's ship was swimming like any fish under the sea and when the island was well out of sight, he brought it up to the surface again. At that moment, the princess recollected herself. Nurse said she, we have been gazing at these wonders only too long. I hope my father won't be vexed at our delay. She tore herself away and stepped on deck. Neither the yacht nor the island was in sight. Helena rung her hands and beat her breast. Then she changed herself into a white swan and flew off. But the fifth Simon seized his bow and shot the swan and the sixth Simon did not let it fall into the water but caught it in the ship and the swan turned into a silver fish. But Simon lost no time and caught the fish when, quick as thought, the fish turned into a black mouse and ran about the ship. It darted towards a hole, but before it could reach it, Simon sprang upon it more swiftly than any cat and then the little mouse turned once more into the beautiful princess Helena. Early one morning, King Arkadesh sat thoughtfully at his window gazing out to sea. His heart was sad and he would neither eat nor drink. His thoughts were full of the princess Helena, who was as lovely as a dream. Is that a white gull he sees flying towards the shore or is it a sail? No, it is no gull. It is the Wondership flying along with billowing sails. It's Flag's wave, the fiddler's play on the wire rigging. The anchor is thrown out and the crystal plank laid from the ship to the pier. The lovely Helena steps across the plank. She shines like the sun and the stars of heaven seem to sparkle in her eyes. Up sprang King Arkadesh in haste. Hurry, hurry, he cried. Let us hasten to meet her. Let the bugle sound and the joy bells be rung. And the whole court swarmed with courtiers and servants. Golden carpets were laid down and the great gates thrown open to welcome the princess. King Arkadesh went out himself, took her by the hand, and led her into the royal apartments. Madam, said he, the fame of your beauty had reached me. But I had not dared to expect such loveliness. Still, I will not keep you here against your will. If you wish it, the Wondership shall take you back to your father and your own country. But if you will consent to stay here, then reign over me and my country as our queen. What more is there to tell, it is not hard to guess that the princess listened to the king's wooing and their betrothal took place with great pomp and rejoicings. The brothers Simon were sent again to the island of Busan with a letter to the king from his daughter to invite him to their wedding. And the Wondership arrived at the island of Busan just as all the knights and soldiers who had escorted the princess were being led out to execution. Then the seventh Simon cried out from the ship, Stop, stop! I bring a letter from the princess Helena. The king of Busan read the letter over and over again and ordered the knights and soldiers to be set free. He entertained king Arcadeja's ambassadors hospitably and sent his blessings to his daughter, but he could not be brought to attend the wedding. When the Wondership got home, king Arcadeja and the princess Helena were enchanted with the news it brought. The king sent for the seven Simons. A thousand thanks to you, my brave fellows, he cried. Take what gold, silver and precious stones you will out of my treasury. Tell me if there is anything else you wish for and I will give it you, my good friends. Do you wish to be made nobles or to govern towns? Only speak. Then the eldest Simon bowed and said, We are plain folk, Your Majesty, and understand as simple things best. What figures should we cut as nobles or governors? Nor do we desire gold. We have our fields which give us food and as much money as we need. If you wish to reward us, then grant that our land may be free of taxes. And of your goodness pardon the seventh Simon. He is not the first to has been a thief by trade and he will certainly not be the last. So be it, said the king. Your land shall be free of all taxes and Simon the seventh is pardoned. Then the king gave each brother a goblet of wine and invited them to the wedding feast. And what a feast that was. From Mgarashen Marchen, end of chapter five, the seven Simons. Recording by Jenny Lundak, South Padre Island, Texas, recorded in March 2010. Chapter six of the Crimson Fairy Book. This is the LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by Tim Ferrara. The Crimson Fairy Book, edited by Andrew Lang. Chapter six, The Language of Beasts. Once upon a time a man had a shepherd who served him many years faithfully and honestly. One day, while starting his flock, this shepherd heard a hissing sound coming out of the forest nearby, which he could not account for. So he went into the wood in the direction of the noise to try to discover the cause. When he approached the place, he found that the dry grass and leaves were on fire and on a tree surrounded by flames, a snake was coiled hissing with terror. The shepherd stood wondering how the poor snake could escape, for the wind was blowing the flames that way and soon that tree would be burning like the rest. Suddenly the snake cried, "'Oh, shepherd, for the love of heaven saved me from this fire.'" Then the shepherd stretched his staff out over the flames and the snake wound itself round the staff and up to his hand. And from his hand it crept up his arm and twined itself about his neck. The shepherd trembled with fright, expecting every instant to be stung to death and said, "'What an unlucky man am I? Did I rescue you only to be destroyed myself?' But the snake answered, "'Have no fear, only carry me home to my father who is the king of the snakes.'" The shepherd, however, was much too frightened to listen and said that he could not go away and leave his flock alone. But the snake said, "'You need not be afraid to leave your flock, no evil shall befall them, but make all the haste you can.'" So he set off through the wood carrying the snake, and after a time he came to a great gateway made entirely of snakes intertwined with one another. The shepherd stood still with surprise, but the snake round his neck whistled and immediately all the arch unwound itself. "'When we are come to my father's house,' said his own snake to him, "'he will reward you with anything you'd like to ask, silver, gold, jewels, or whatever on this earth is most precious, but take none of all these things, ask rather to understand the language of beasts. He will refuse it to you a long time, but in the end he will grant it to you.'" Soon after that they arrived to the house of the king of the snakes who burst into tears of joy at the sight of his daughter as he had given her up for dead. "'Where have you been all this time?' he asked, directly he could speak, and she told him that she had been caught in a forest fire and had been rescued from the flames by the shepherd. The king of snakes, then turning to the shepherd, said to him, "'What reward will you choose for saving my child?' "'Make me to know the language of the beasts,' answered the shepherd, "'that is all I desire.' The king replied, "'Such knowledge would be of no benefit to you, for if I granted it to you and you told anyone of it, you would immediately die. Ask me rather for whatever else you would most like to possess, and it shall be yours.' But the shepherd answered him, "'Sir, if you wish to reward me for saving your daughter, grant me I pray you to know the language of beasts. I desire nothing else,' and he turned as if to depart. Then the king called him back, saying, "'If nothing else will satisfy you, open your mouth.' The man obeyed, and the king spat into it and said, "'Now spit into my mouth.' The shepherd did as he was told, then the king of the snakes spat again into the shepherd's mouth. When they had spat into each other's mouths three times, the king said, "'Now you know the language of beasts. Go in peace, but if you value your life, beware lest you tell anyone of it, else you will immediately die.' So the shepherd set out for home, and on his way through the wood he heard and understood all that was said by the birds and by every living creature. When he got back to his sheep, he found the flock grazing peacefully, and as he was very tired, he laid himself down by them to rest a little. Hardly had he done so when two ravens flew down and perched on a tree nearby and began to talk to each other in their own language. If that shepherd only knew that there was a vault full of gold and silver beneath where that lamb is lying, what would he not do? When the shepherd heard these words, he went straight to his master and told him, and the master at once took a wagon and broke open the door of the vault, and they carried off the treasure. But instead of keeping it for himself, the master, who was an honorable man, gave it all up to the shepherd, saying, "'Take it, it is yours. The gods have given it to you.'" So the shepherd took the treasure and built himself a house. He married a wife, and they lived in great peace and happiness, and he was acknowledged to be the richest man not only of his native village, but of all the countryside. He had flocks of sheep and cattle and horses without end, as well as beautiful clothes and jewels. One day, just before Christmas, he said to his wife, "'Prepare everything for a great feast. Tomorrow we will take things with us to the farm that the shepherds there may make merry.'" The wife obeyed and all was prepared as he desired. Next day they both went to the farm, and in the evening the master said to the shepherds, "'Now come, all of you, eat, drink, and make merry. I will watch the flocks myself tonight in your stead.' Then he went out to spend the night with the flocks. When midnight struck, the wolves howled and the dogs barked, and the wolves spoke in their own tongue, saying, "'Shall we come in and work havoc, and you too shall eat flesh?' And the dogs answered in their tongue, "'Come in, and for once we shall have enough to eat.'" Now amongst the dogs there was one so old that he had only two teeth left in his head, and he spoke to the wolves, saying, "'So long as I have my two teeth still in my head, I will let no harm be done to my master.'" All this the master heard and understood, and as soon as morning dawn he ordered all the dogs to be killed, excepting the old dog. The farm servants wondered at this order, and exclaimed, "'But surely, sir, that would be a pity.'" The master answered, "'Do as I bid you,' and made ready to return home with his wife, and they mounted their horses, her steed, being a mare. As they went on their way it happened that the husband rode on ahead while the wife was a little way behind. The husband's horse, seeing this, nayed and said to the mare, "'Come along, make haste, why are you so slow?' And the mare answered, "'It is very easy for you, you carry only your master, who is a thin man, but I carry my mistress, who is so fat that she weighs as much as three.'" When the husband heard that he looked back and laughed, which the wife perceiving, she urged on the mare till she caught up with her husband and asked him why he laughed. "'For nothing at all,' he answered, just because it came into my head. She would not be satisfied with this answer, and urged him more and more to tell her why he had laughed. But he controlled himself and said, "'Let me be, wife, what ails you? I do not know myself why I laughed.' But the more you put her off, the more she tormented him to tell her the cause of his laughter. At length, he said to her, "'Know then, that if I tell it you, I shall immediately and surely die.'" But even this did not quiet her, she only besought him the more to tell her. Meanwhile they had reached home, and before getting down from his horse, the man called for a coffin to be brought. And when it was there, he placed it in front of the house and said to his wife, "'See, I will lay myself down in this coffin and will then tell you why I laughed. For as soon as I have told you, I shall surely die.'" So he lay down in the coffin, and while he took a last look around him, his old dog came out from the farm and sat down by him and whined. When the master saw this, he called to his wife, bring a piece of bread to give to the dog. The wife brought some bread and threw it to the dog, but he would not look at it. Then the farmcock came and pecked the bread, but the dog said to it, "'Richard Glutton, you can eat like that when you see that your master is dying?' The cock answered, "'Let him die if he is so stupid. I have a hundred wives which I call together when I find a grain of corn, and as soon as they are there, I swallow it myself. Should one of them dare to be angry, I would give her a lesson with my beak. He has only one wife, and he cannot keep her in order.' As soon as the man understood this, he got up out of the coffin, seized a stick, and called his wife into the room, saying, "'Come, and I will tell you what you so much want to know.' And then he began to beat her with the stick, saying with each blow, "'It is that wife, it is that.' And in this way he taught her never again to ask why he had laughed.' End of Chapter 6 THE LANGUAGE OF BEASTS Chapter 7 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 Tim Ferrara. The Crimson Fairy Book, edited by Andrew Lang. Chapter 7 THE BOY WHO COULD KEEP A SECRET Once upon a time there lived a poor widow who had one little boy. At first sight you would not have thought that he was different from the thousand other little boys, but then you noticed that by his side hung the scabbard of a sword, and as the boy grew bigger the scabbard grew bigger too. The sword which belonged to the scabbard was found by the little boy sticking out of the ground in the garden, and every day he pulled it up to see if it would go into the scabbard. But though it was plainly becoming longer and longer, it was some time before the two would fit. However, there came a day at last when it slipped in quite easily. The child was so delighted that he could hardly believe his eyes, so he tried it seven times, and each time it slipped in more easily than before. But pleased though the boy was he determined not to tell anyone about it, particularly not his mother, who never could keep anything from her neighbors. Well in spite of his resolutions he could not hide altogether that something had happened, and when he went into breakfast his mother asked him what was the matter. Oh mother, I had such a nice dream last night, said he, but I can't tell it to anybody. You can tell it to me, she answered, it must have been a nice dream or you wouldn't look so happy. No mother, I can't tell it to anybody, returned the boy, till it comes true. I want to know what it was, and know what I will, cried she, and I will beat you till you tell me. It was no use, neither words nor blows would get the secret out of the boy, and when her arm was quite tired and she had to leave off, the child, sore and aching, ran into the garden and knelt weeping beside his little sword. It was working round and round in its hole all by itself, and if anyone except the boy had tried to catch hold of it, he would have been badly cut. But the moment he stretched out his hand it stopped and slid quietly into the scabbard. For a long time the child sat sobbing, and the noise was heard by the king as he was driving by. Go and see who it is that is crying so, said he to one of his servants, and the men went. In a few minutes he returned, saying, Your Majesty, it is the little boy who is kneeling there sobbing because his mother has beaten him. Bring him to me at once, commanded the monarch, and tell him that it is the king who sends for him, and that he has never cried in all his life and cannot bear anyone else to do so. On receiving this message the boy dried his tears and went with the servant to the royal carriage. Will you be my son? asked the king. Yes, if my mother will let me be, answered the boy, and the king bade the servant go back to the mother and say that if she would give her boy to him he should live in the palace and marry his prettiest daughter as soon as he was a man. The widow's anger now turned into joy, and she came running to the splendid coach and kissed the king's hand. I hope you will be more obedient to his majesty than you were to me, she said, and the boy shrank away half-frightened. But when she had gone back to her cottage he asked the king if he might fetch something that he had left in the garden, and when he was given permission he pulled up his little sword which he slid into the scabbard. Then he climbed into the coach and was driven away. After they had gone some distance the king said, Why were you crying so bitterly in the garden just now? Because my mother had been beating me, replied the boy. And what did she do that for? asked the king again. Because I would not tell her my dream. And why wouldn't you tell it to her? Because I will never tell it to anyone till it comes true, answered the boy. And won't you tell it to me, either? asked the king in surprise. No, not even to you, your majesty, replied he. Oh, I'm sure you will when we get home, said the king smiling, and he talked to him about other things till they came to the palace. I have brought you such a nice present, he said to his daughters, and as the boy was very pretty they were delighted to have him and give him all their best toys. You must not spoil him, observed the king one day when he had been watching them playing together. He has a secret which you won't tell to anyone. He will tell me, answered the eldest princess, but the boy only shook his head. He will tell me, said the second girl. Not I, replied the boy. He will tell me, cried the youngest, who was the prettiest two. I will tell nobody till it comes true, said the boy as he had said before, and I will beat anybody who asks me. The king was very sorry when he heard this, for he loved the boy dearly, but he thought it would never do to keep anyone near him who would not do as he was bid, so he commanded his servants to take him away and not to let him enter the palace again until he had come to his right senses. The sword clanked loudly as the boy was led away, but the child said nothing, though he was very unhappy at being treated so badly when he had done nothing. However, the servants were very kind to him, and their children brought him fruit and all sorts of nice things, and he soon grew merry again, and lived amongst them for many years till his seventeenth birthday. Meanwhile, the two eldest princesses had become women, and had married two powerful kings who ruled over great countries across the sea. The youngest one was old enough to be married too, but she was very particular, and turned up her nose at all the young princes who had sought her hand. One day she was sitting in the palace feeling rather dull and lonely, and suddenly she began to wonder what the servants were doing and whether it was not more amusing down in their quarters. The king was at his council, and the queen was ill in bed, so there was no one to stop the princess, and she hastily ran across the gardens to the houses where the servants lived. Outside she noticed a youth who was handsomer than any prince she had ever seen, and in a moment she knew him to be the little boy she had once played with. Tell me your secret and I will marry you, she said to him, but the boy only gave her the beating he had promised her long ago, when she asked him the same question. The girl was very angry, besides being heart, and ran home to a complaint to her father. If he had a thousand souls I would kill them all, swore the king. That very day a gallows was built outside the town, and all the people crowded round to see the execution of the young man who had dared to beat the king's daughter. The prisoner, with his hands tied behind his back, was brought out by the hangman, and amidst dead silence his sentence was being read by the judge when suddenly the sword clanked against his side. Instantly a great noise was heard and a golden coach rumbled over the stones, with a white flag waving out of the window. It stopped underneath the gallows, and from it stepped the king of the magyars, who begged that the life of the boy might be spared. Sir, he has beaten my daughter who only asked him to tell her his secret. I cannot pardon that, answered the princess's father. Give him to me, I'm sure he will tell me the secret. Or if not, I have a daughter who is like the Morning Star, and he is sure to tell it to her. The sword clanked for the third time, and the king said angrily, Well, if you want him so much you can have him, only never let me see his face again. And he made a sign to the hangman. The bandage was removed from the young man's eyes, and the cords from his wrists, and he took a seat in the golden coach beside the king of the magyars. Then the coachman whipped up his horses, and they set out for Buddha. The king talked very pleasantly for a few miles, and when he thought that his new companion was quite at ease with him, he asked him what was the secret which had brought him into such trouble. That, I cannot tell you, answered the youth, until it comes true. You will tell my daughter, said the king, smiling. I will tell nobody, replied the youth, and as he spoke the sword clanked loudly. The king said no more but trusted to his daughter's beauty to get the secret from him. The journey to Buddha was long, and it was several days before they arrived there. The beautiful princess happened to be picking roses in the garden when her father's coach drove up. Oh, what a handsome youth! Have you brought him from fairyland? cried she, when they all stood up upon the marble steps in front of the castle. I have brought him from the gallows, answered the king, rather vexed at his daughter's words, as never before had she consented to speak to any man. I don't care where you brought him from, said the spoilt girl, I will marry him and nobody else and we will live together till we die. You will tell another tale, replied the king, when you ask him his secret, after all he is no better than a servant. That is nothing to me, said the princess, for I love him. He will tell his secret to me and will find a place in the middle of my heart. But the king shook his head and gave orders that the lad was to be lodged in the summer house. One day about a week later the princess put on her finest dress and went to pay him a visit. She looked so beautiful that, at the sight of her, the book dropped from his hand and he stood up speechless. Tell me, she said coaxingly, what is this wonderful secret? Just whisper it in my ear and I will give you a kiss. My angel, he answered, be wise and ask no questions, if you wish to get safely back to your father's palace. I have kept my secret all these years and I do not mean to tell it now. However the girl would not listen and went on pressing him till at last he slapped her face so hard that her nose bled. She shrieked with pain and rage and ran screaming back to the palace, where her father was waiting to hear if she had succeeded. I will starve you to death, you son of a dragon, cried he, when he saw her dress streaming with blood, and he ordered all the masons and bricklayers in the town to come before him. Build me a tower as fast as you can, he said, and see that there is room for a stool and a small table and for nothing else. The men set to work and in two hours the tower was built, and they proceeded to the palace to inform the king that his commands were fulfilled. On the way they met the princess, who began to talk to one of the masons, and when the rest were out of hearing she asked if he could manage to make a hole in the tower, which nobody could see, large enough for a bottle of wine and some food to pass through. To be sure I can, said the mason, turning back, and in a few minutes the hole was bored. At sunset a large crowd assembled to watch the youth being led to the tower, and after his misdeeds had been proclaimed he was solemnly walled up. But every morning the princess passed him in food through the hole, and every third day the king sent his secretary to climb up a ladder and look down through a little window to see if he was dead. But the secretary always brought back the report that he was fat and rosy. There is some magic about this, said the king. This state of affairs lasted some time, till one day a messenger arrived from the sultan bearing a letter for the king, and also three canes. My master bids me say, said the messenger, bowing low, that if you cannot tell him which of these three canes grows nearest the root, which in the middle and which at the top he will declare war against you. The king was very much frightened when he heard this, and though he took the canes and examined them closely he could see no difference between them. He looked so sad that his daughter noticed it and inquired the reason. Alas, my daughter, he answered. How can I help being sad? The sultan has sent me three canes, and says that if I cannot tell him which of them grows near the root, which at the middle and which at the top he will make war upon me. And you know that his army is far greater than mine. Oh, do not despair, my father, said she. We shall be sure to find out the answer. And she ran away to the tower, and told the young man what had occurred. Go to bed as usual, replied he. And when you wake, tell your father that you have dreamed that the canes must be placed in warm water. After a little while, one will sink to the bottom. That is the one that grows nearest the root, the one which neither sinks nor comes to the surface is the can that is cut from the middle, and the one that floats is from the top. So the next morning the princess told her father of her dream, and by her advice he cut notches in each of the canes when he took them out of the water, so that he might make no mistake when he handed them back to the messenger. The sultan could not imagine how he had found out, but he did not declare war. The following year the sultan again wanted to pick a quarrel with the king of the Magyars, so he sent another messenger to him with three foals, begging him to say which of the animals was born in the morning, which at noon, and which in the evening. If an answer was not ready in three days, war would be declared at once. The king's heart sank when he read the letter. He could not expect his daughter to be lucky enough to dream rightly a second time, and as a plague had been raging through the country and had carried off many of the soldiers, his army was even weaker than before. At this thought his face became so gloomy that his daughter noticed it and inquired what was the matter. I have had another letter from the sultan, replied the king, and he says that if I cannot tell him which of the three foals was born in the morning, which at noon, and which in the evening he will declare war at once. Oh, don't be cast down, said she. Something is sure to happen, and she ran down to the tower to consult the youth. Go home, idol of my heart, and when night comes pretend to scream out in your sleep so that your father hears you. Then tell him that you have dreamt that he was just being carried off by the Turks because he could not answer the question about the foals, when the lad whom he had shut up in the tower ran up and told them which was fold in the morning, which at noon, and which in the evening. So the princess did exactly as the youth had bidden her, and no sooner had she spoken than the king ordered the tower to be pulled down and the prisoner brought before him. I did not think that you could have lived so long without food, said he, and as you have had plenty of time to repent your wicked conduct I will grant you pardon on condition that you help me in a sore strait. Read this letter from the sultan. You will see that if I fail to answer his question about the foals, a dreadful war will be the result. The youth took the letter and read it through. Yes, I can help you, replied he, but first you must bring me three troughs, all exactly alike. Into one you must put oats, into another wheat, and into the third barley. The foal which eats the oats is that which was fold in the morning, the foal which eats the wheat is that which was fold at noon, and the foal which eats the barley is that which was fold at night. The king followed the youth's directions, and marking the foals sent them back to Turkey and there was no war that year. Now the sultan was very angry that both his plots to get possession of Hungary had been such total failures, and he sent for his aunt, who was a witch, to consult her as to what you should do next. It is not the king who has answered your questions, observed the aunt when he had told his story. He is far too stupid ever to have done that. The person who has found out the puzzle is the son of a poor woman who, if he lives, will become king of Hungary. Therefore if you want to crown yourself you must get him here and kill him. After this conversation another letter was written to the court of Hungary, saying that if the youth, now in the palace, was not sent to Turkey within three days, a large army would cross the border. The king's heart was sorrowful, as he read, for he was grateful to the lad for what he had done to help him. But the boy only laughed and bade the king fear nothing, but to search the town instantly for two youths just like each other, and he would paint himself a mask that was just like them, and the sword at his side clanked loudly. After a long search twin brothers were found, so exactly resembling each other that even their own mother could not tell the difference. The youth painted a mask that was the precise copy of them, and when he put it on no one would have known one boy from the other. They set out at once from the Sultan's palace, and when they reached it they were taken straight into his presence. He had made a sign for them to come near, they all bowed low in greeting. He asked them about their journey, they answered his questions all together and in the same words. If one sat down to supper, the other sat down at the same instant. When one got up, the others got up too as if there had been only one body between them. The Sultan could not detect any difference between them, and he told his aunt that he would not be so cruel as to kill all three. Well, you will see a difference tomorrow, replied the witch, for one will have a cut on his sleeve. This is the youth you must kill. In one hour before midnight when witches are invisible, she glided into the room where all three lads were sleeping in the same bed. She took out a pair of scissors and cut a small piece out of the boy's coat sleeve, which was hanging on the wall, and then crept silently from the room. But in the morning the youth saw the slit and he marked the sleeves of his two companions in the same way, and all three went down to breakfast with the Sultan. The old witch was standing in the window and pretending not to see them, but all witches have eyes in the backs of their heads, and she knew at once that not one sleeve but three were cut, and they were all as alike as before. After breakfast the Sultan, who was getting tired of the whole affair, and wanted to be alone to invent some other plan, told him they might return home. So, bowing low with one accord, they went. The Princess welcomed the boy back joyfully, but the poor youth was not allowed to rest long in peace. For one day a fresh letter arrived from the Sultan, saying that he had discovered that the young man was a very dangerous person, and that he must be sent to Turkey at once, and alone. The girl burst into tears when the boy told her what was in the letter which her father had bade her to carry him. That weep love of my heart, said the boy, I will be well, I will start at sunrise tomorrow. So next morning at sunrise the youth set forth, and in a few days he reached the Sultan's palace. The old witch was waiting for him at the gate and whispered as he passed, This is the last time you will ever enter it. But the sword clanked and the lad did not even look at her. As he crossed the threshold, fifteen armed Turks barred his way with the Sultan at their head. Instantly the sword darted forth and cut off the heads of everyone but the Sultan, and then went quietly back to its scabbard. The witch, who was looking on, saw that as long as the youth had possession of the sword, all her schemes would be in vain, and tried to steal the sword in the night, but it only jumped out of its scabbard and sliced off her nose, which was of iron. And in the morning when the Sultan brought a great army to capture the lad and deprive him of his sword, they were all cut to pieces, while he remained without a scratch. Meanwhile the princess was in despair because the days slipped by and the young man did not return, and she never rested until her father let her lead some troops against the Sultan. She rode proudly before them, dressed in uniform, but they had not left the town more than a mile behind them when they met the lad and his little sword. When he told them what he had done they shouted for joy and carried him back in triumph to the palace, and the king declared that as the youth had shown himself worthy to become his son-in-law he should marry the princess and succeed to the throne at once, as he himself was getting old, and the cares of government were too much for him. But the young man said he must first go and see his mother, and the king sent him in state with a troop of soldiers as his bodyguard. The old woman was quite frightened at seeing such an array drop before her little house, and still more surprised when a handsome young man whom she did not know dismounted and kissed her hand, saying, Now, dear mother, you shall hear my secret at last. I dreamed that I should become king of Hungary. My dream has come true. When I was a child and you begged me to tell you I had to keep silence or the Magyar king would have killed me, and if you had not beaten me nothing would have happened that has happened, and I should not now be king of Hungary. From the folktales of the Magyars. End of Chapter 7 THE BOY WHO COULD KEEP A SECRET