King Thrushbeard

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 King Thrushbeard
      A King had a daughter who was beautiful beyond all measure, but so proud
 and haughty withal that no suitor was good enough for her. She sent away one
 after the other, and ridiculed them as well.
      Once the King made a great feast and invited thereto, from far and near,
 all the young men likely to marry. They were all marshalled in a row according
 to their rank and standing; first came the kings, then the grand-dukes, then
 the princes, the earls, the barons, and the gentry. Then the King's daughter
 was led through the ranks, but to every one she had some objection to make;
 one was too fat, "The wine-cask," she said. Another was too tall, "Long and
 thin has little in." The third was too short, "Short and thick is never
 quick." The fourth was too pale, "As pale as death." The fifth too red, "A
 fighting-cock." The sixth was not straight enough, "A green log dried behind
 the stove."
      So she had something to say against every one, but she made herself
 especially merry over a good king who stood quite high up in the row, and
 whose chin had grown a little crooked. "Well," she cried and laughed, "he has
 a chin like a thrush's beak!" and from that time he got the name of King
      But the old King, when he saw that his daughter did nothing but mock the
 people, and despised all the suitors who were gathered there, was very angry,
 and swore that she should have for her husband the very first beggar that came
 to his doors.
      A few days afterwards a fiddler came and sang beneath the windows, trying
 to earn a small alms. When the King heard him he said, "Let him come up." So
 the fiddler came in, in his dirty, ragged clothes, and sang before the King
 and his daughter, and when he had ended he asked for a trifling gift. The King
 said, "Your song has pleased me so well that I will give you my daughter
 there, to wife."
      The King's daughter shuddered, but the King said, "I have taken an oath
 to give you to the very first beggar-man, and I will keep it." All she could
 say was in vain; the priest was brought, and she had to let herself be wedded
 to the fiddler on the spot. When that was done the King said, "Now it is not
 proper for you, a beggar-woman, to stay any longer in my palace, you may
 just go away with your husband."
      The beggar-man led her out by the hand, and she was obliged to walk
 away on foot with him. When they came to a large forest she asked, "To whom
 does that beautiful forest belong?" "It belongs to King Thrushbeard; if you
 had taken him, it would have been yours." "Ah, unhappy girl that I am, if I
 had but taken King Thrushbeard!"
      Afterwards they came to a meadow, and she asked again, "To whom does this
 beautiful green meadow belong?" "It belongs to King Thrushbeard; if you had
 taken him, it would have been yours." "Ah, unhappy girl that I am, if I had
 but taken King Thrushbeard!"
      Then they came to a large town, and she asked again, "To whom does this
 fine large town belong?" It belongs to King Thrushbeard; if you had taken him,
 it would have been yours." "Ah, unhappy girl that I am, if I had but taken
 King Thrushbeard!"
      "It does not please me," said the fiddler, "to hear you always wishing
 for another husband; am I not good enough for you?" At last they came to a
 very little hut, and she said, "Oh, goodness! what a small house; to whom does
 this miserable, mean hovel belong?" The fiddler answered, "That is my house
 and yours, where we shall live together."
      She had to stoop in order to go in at the low door. "Where are the
 servants?" said the King's daughter. "What servants?" answered the beggar -
 man; "you must yourself do what you wish to have done. Just make a fire at
 once, and set on water to cook my supper, I am quite tired." But the King's
 daughter knew nothing about lighting fires or cooking, and the beggar-man
 had to lend a hand himself to get anything fairly done. When they had finished
 their scanty meal they went to bed; but he forced her to get up quite early in
 the morning in order to look after the house.
      For a few days they lived in this way as well as might be, and finished
 all their provisions. Then the man said, "Wife, we cannot go on any longer
 eating and drinking here and earning nothing. You must weave baskets." He went
 out, cut some willows, and brought them home. Then she began to weave, but the
 tough willows wounded her delicate hands.
      "I see that this will not do," said the man; "you had better spin,
 perhaps you can do that better." She sat down and tried to spin, but the hard
 thread soon cut her soft fingers so that the blood ran down. "See," said the
 man, "you are fit for no sort of work; I have made a bad bargain with you. Now
 I will try to make a business with pots and earthenware; you must sit in the
 market-place and sell the ware." "Alas," thought she, "if any of the people
 from my father's kingdom come to the market and see me sitting there, selling,
 how they will mock me!" But it was of no use, she had to yield unless she
 chose to die of hunger.
      For the first time she succeeded well, for the people were glad to buy
 the woman's wares because she was good-looking, and they paid her what she
 asked; many even gave her the money and left the pots with her as well. So
 they lived on what she had earned as long as it lasted, then the husband
 bought a lot of new crockery. With this she sat down at the corner of the
 market-place, and set it out round about her ready for sale. But suddenly
 there came a drunken hussar galloping along, and he rode right amongst the
 pots so that they were all broken into a thousand bits. She began to weep, and
 did not know what to do for fear. "Alas! what will happen to me?" cried she;
 "what will my husband say to this?"
      She ran home and told him of the misfortune. "Who would seat herself at a
 corner of the market-place with crockery?" said the man; "leave off crying,
 I see very well that you cannot do any ordinary work, so I have been to our
 King's palace and have asked whether they cannot find a place for a kitchen -
 maid, and they have promised me to take you; in that way you will get your
 food for nothing."
      The King's daughter was now a kitchen-maid, and had to be at the cook's
 beck and call, and do the dirtiest work. In both her pockets she fastened a
 little jar, in which she took home her share of the leavings, and upon this
 they lived.
      It happened that the wedding of the King's eldest son was to be
 celebrated, so the poor woman went up and placed herself by the door of the
 hall to look on. When all the candles were lit, and people, each more
 beautiful than the other, entered, and all was full of pomp and splendour, she
 thought of her lot with a sad heart, and cursed the pride and haughtiness
 which had humbled her and brought her to so great poverty.
      The smell of the delicious dishes which were being taken in and out
 reached her, and now and then the servants threw her a few morsels of them:
 these she put in her jars to take home.
      All at once the King's son entered, clothed in velvet and silk, with gold
 chains about his neck. And when he saw the beautiful woman standing by the
 door he seized her by the hand, and would have danced with her; but she
 refused and shrank with fear, for she saw that it was King Thrushbeard, her
 suitor whom she had driven away with scorn. Her struggles were of no avail, he
 drew her into the hall; but the string by which her pockets were hung broke,
 the pots fell down, the soup ran out, and the scraps were scattered all about.
 And when the people saw it, there arose general laughter and derision, and she
 was so ashamed that she would rather have been a thousand fathoms below the
 ground. She sprang to the door and would have run away, but on the stairs a
 man caught her and brought her back; and when she looked at him it was King
 Thrushbeard again. He said to her kindly, "Do not be afraid, I and the fiddler
 who has been living with you in that wretched hovel are one. For love of you I
 disguised myself so; and I also was the hussar who rode through your crockery.
 This was all done to humble your proud spirit, and to punish you for the
 insolence with which you mocked me."
      Then she wept bitterly and said, "I have done great wrong, and am not
 worthy to be your wife." But he said, "Be comforted, the evil days are past;
 now we will celebrate our wedding." Then the maids-in-waiting came and put
 on her the most splendid clothing, and her father and his whole court came and
 wished her happiness in her marriage with King Thrushbeard, and the joy now
 began in earnest. I wish you and I had been there too.