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The Boy Who Found Fear At Last
from The Olive Fairy Book
Once upon a time there lived a woman who had one son whom she loved
dearly. The little cottage in which they dwelt was built on the
outskirts of a forest, and as they had no neighbours, the place was
very lonely, and the boy was kept at home by his mother to bear her
They were sitting together on a winter's evening, when a storm
suddenly sprang up, and the wind blew the door open. The woman started
and shivered, and glanced over her shoulder as if she half expected to
see some horrible thing behind her. 'Go and shut the door,' she said
hastily to her son, 'I feel frightened.'
'Frightened?' repeated the boy. 'What does it feel like to be
'Well--just frightened,' answered the mother. 'A fear of something,
you hardly know what, takes hold of you.'
'It must be very odd to feel like that,' replied the boy. 'I will go
through the world and seek fear till I find it.' And the next morning,
before his mother was out of bed, he had left the forest behind him.
After walking for some hours he reached a mountain, which he began to
climb. Near the top, in a wild and rocky spot, he came upon a band of
fierce robbers, sitting round a fire. The boy, who was cold and tired,
was delighted to see the bright flames, so he went up to them and
said, 'Good greeting to you, sirs,' and wriggled himself in between
the men, till his feet almost touched the burning logs.
The robbers stopped drinking and eyed him curiously, and at last the
'No caravan of armed men would dare to come here, even the very birds
shun our camp, and who are you to venture in so boldly?'
'Oh, I have left my mother's house in search of fear. Perhaps you can
show it to me?'
'Fear is wherever we are,' answered the captain.
'But where?' asked the boy, looking round. 'I see nothing.'
'Take this pot and some flour and butter and sugar over to the
churchyard which lies down there, and bake us a cake for supper,'
replied the robber. And the boy, who was by this time quite warm,
jumped up cheerfully, and slinging the pot over his arm, ran down the
When he got to the churchyard he collected some sticks and made a
fire; then he filled the pot with water from a little stream close by,
and mixing the flour and butter and sugar together, he set the cake on
to cook. It was not long before it grew crisp and brown, and then the
boy lifted it from the pot and placed it on a stone, while he put out
the fire. At that moment a hand was stretched from a grave, and a
'Is that cake for me?'
'Do you think I am going to give to the dead the food of the living?'
replied the boy, with a laugh. And giving the hand a tap with his
spoon, and picking up the cake, he went up the mountain side,
'Well, have you found fear?' asked the robbers when he held out the
cake to the captain.
'No; was it there?' answered the boy. 'I saw nothing but a hand which
came from a grave, and belonged to someone who wanted my cake, but I
just rapped the fingers with my spoon, and said it was not for him,
and then the hand vanished. Oh, how nice the fire is!' And he flung
himself on his knees before it, and so did not notice the glances of
surprise cast by the robbers at each other.
'There is another chance for you,' said one at length. 'On the other
side of the mountain lies a deep pool; go to that, and perhaps you may
meet fear on the way.'
'I hope so, indeed,' answered the boy. And he set out at once.
He soon beheld the waters of the pool gleaming in the moonlight, and
as he drew near he saw a tall swing standing just over it, and in the
swing a child was seated, weeping bitterly.
'That is a strange place for a swing,' thought the boy; 'but I wonder
what he is crying about.' And he was hurrying on towards the child,
when a maiden ran up and spoke to him.
'I want to lift my little brother from the swing,' cried she, 'but it
is so high above me, that I cannot reach. If you will get closer to
the edge of the pool, and let me mount on your shoulder, I think I can
'Willingly,' replied the boy, and in an instant the girl had climbed
to his shoulders. But instead of lifting the child from the swing, as
she could easily have done, she pressed her feet so firmly on either
side of the youth's neck, that he felt that in another minute he would
be choked, or else fall into the water beneath him. So gathering up
all his strength, he gave a mighty heave, and threw the girl
backwards. As she touched the ground a bracelet fell from her arm, and
this the youth picked up.
'I may as well keep it as a remembrance of all the queer things that
have happened to me since I left home,' he said to himself, and
turning to look for the child, he saw that both it and the swing had
vanished, and that the first streaks of dawn were in the sky.
With the bracelet on his arm, the youth started for a little town
which was situated in the plain on the further side of the mountain,
and as, hungry and thirsty, he entered its principal street, a Jew
stopped him. 'Where did you get that bracelet?' asked the Jew. 'It
belongs to me.'
'No, it is mine,' replied the boy.
'It is not. Give it to me at once, or it will be the worse for you!'
cried the Jew.
'Let us go before a judge, and tell him our stories,' said the boy.
'If he decides in your favour, you shall have it; if in mine, I will
To this the Jew agreed, and the two went together to the great hall,
in which the kadi was administering justice. He listened very
carefully to what each had to say, and then pronounced his verdict.
Neither of the two claimants had proved his right to the bracelet,
therefore it must remain in the possession of the judge till its
fellow was brought before him.
When they heard this, the Jew and the boy looked at each other, and
their eyes said: 'Where are we to go to find the other one?' But as
they knew there was no use in disputing the decision, they bowed low
and left the hall of audience.
* * * * *
Wandering he knew not whither, the youth found himself on the
sea-shore. At a little distance was a ship which had struck on a
hidden rock, and was rapidly sinking, while on deck the crew were
gathered, with faces white as death, shrieking and wringing their
'Have you met with fear?' shouted the boy. And the answer came above
the noise of the waves.
'Oh, help! help! We are drowning!'
Then the boy flung off his clothes, and swam to the ship, where many
hands were held out to draw him on board.
'The ship is tossed hither and thither, and will soon be sucked down,'
cried the crew again. 'Death is very near, and we are frightened!'
'Give me a rope,' said the boy in reply, and he took it, and made it
safe round his body at one end, and to the mast at the other, and
sprang into the sea. Down he went, down, down, down, till at last his
feet touched the bottom, and he stood up and looked about him. There,
sure enough, a sea-maiden with a wicked face was tugging hard at a
chain which she had fastened to the ship with a grappling iron, and
was dragging it bit by bit beneath the waves. Seizing her arms in both
his hands, he forced her to drop the chain, and the ship above
remaining steady, the sailors were able gently to float her off the
rock. Then taking a rusty knife from a heap of seaweed at his feet, he
cut the rope round his waist and fastened the sea-maiden firmly to a
stone, so that she could do no more mischief, and bidding her
farewell, he swam back to the beach, where his clothes were still
The youth dressed himself quickly and walked on till he came to a
beautiful shady garden filled with flowers, and with a clear little
stream running through. The day was hot, and he was tired, so he
entered the gate, and seated himself under a clump of bushes covered
with sweet-smelling red blossoms, and it was not long before he fell
asleep. Suddenly a rush of wings and a cool breeze awakened him, and
raising his head cautiously, he saw three doves plunging into the
stream. They splashed joyfully about, and shook themselves, and then
dived to the bottom of a deep pool. When they appeared again they were
no longer three doves, but three beautiful damsels, bearing between
them a table made of mother of pearl. On this they placed drinking
cups fashioned from pink and green shells, and one of the maidens
filled a cup from a crystal goblet, and was raising it to her mouth,
when her sister stopped her.
'To whose health do you drink?' asked she.
'To the youth who prepared the cake, and rapped my hand with the spoon
when I stretched it out of the earth,' answered the maiden, 'and was
never afraid as other men were! But to whose health do you drink?'
'To the youth on whose shoulders I climbed at the edge of the pool,
and who threw me off with such a jerk, that I lay unconscious on the
ground for hours,' replied the second. 'But you, my sister,' added
she, turning to the third girl, 'to whom do you drink?'
'Down in the sea I took hold of a ship and shook it and pulled it till
it would soon have been lost,' said she. And as she spoke she looked
quite different from what she had done with the chain in her hands,
seeking to work mischief. 'But a youth came, and freed the ship and
bound me to a rock. To his health I drink,' and they all three lifted
their cups and drank silently.
As they put their cups down, the youth appeared before them.
'Here am I, the youth whose health you have drunk; and now give me the
bracelet that matches a jewelled band which of a surety fell from the
arm of one of you. A Jew tried to take it from me, but I would not let
him have it, and he dragged me before the kadi, who kept my bracelet
till I could show him its fellow. And I have been wandering hither and
thither in search of it, and that is how I have found myself in such
'Come with us, then,' said the maidens, and they led him down a
passage into a hall, out of which opened many chambers, each one of
greater splendour than the last. From a shelf heaped up with gold and
jewels the eldest sister took a bracelet, which in every way was
exactly like the one which was in the judge's keeping, and fastened it
to the youth's arm.
'Go at once and show this to the kadi,' said she, 'and he will give
you the fellow to it.'
'I shall never forget you,' answered the youth, 'but it may be long
before we meet again, for I shall never rest till I have found fear.'
Then he went his way, and won the bracelet from the kadi. After this,
he again set forth in his quest of fear.
On and on walked the youth, but fear never crossed his path, and one
day he entered a large town, where all the streets and squares were so
full of people, he could hardly pass between them.
'Why are all these crowds gathered together?' he asked of a man who
stood next him.
'The ruler of this country is dead,' was the reply, 'and as he had no
children, it is needful to choose a successor. Therefore each morning
one of the sacred pigeons is let loose from the tower yonder, and on
whomsoever the bird shall perch, that man is our king. In a few
minutes the pigeon will fly. Wait and see what happens.'
Every eye was fixed on the tall tower which stood in the centre of the
chief square, and the moment that the sun was seen to stand straight
over it, a door was opened and a beautiful pigeon, gleaming with pink
and grey, blue and green, came rushing through the air. Onward it
flew, onward, onward, till at length it rested on the head of the boy.
Then a great shout arose:
'The king! the king!' but as he listened to the cries, a vision,
swifter than lightning, flashed across his brain. He saw himself
seated on a throne, spending his life trying, and never succeeding, to
make poor people rich; miserable people happy; bad people good; never
doing anything he wished to do, not able even to marry the girl that
'No! no!' he shrieked, hiding his face in his hands; but the crowds
who heard him thought he was overcome by the grandeur that awaited
him, and paid no heed.
'Well, to make quite sure, let fly more pigeons,' said they, but each
pigeon followed where the first had led, and the cries arose louder
'The king! the king!' And as the young man heard, a cold shiver, that
he knew not the meaning of, ran through him.
'This is fear whom you have so long sought,' whispered a voice, which
seemed to reach his ears alone. And the youth bowed his head as the
vision once more flashed before his eyes, and he accepted his doom,
and made ready to pass his life with fear beside him.
(Adapted from Tuerkische Volksmaerchen. Von Dr. Ignaz Kuenos. E. J.
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