The Little Robber Girl
The Boy Who Cried Wolf
AMERICAN INDIAN STORIES
Animal Sketches And Stories
Blondine Bonne Biche and Beau Minon
BRER RABBIT and HIS NEIGHBORS
CHINESE MOTHER-GOOSE RHYMES
FABLES FOR CHILDREN
FABLES FROM INDIA
FATHER PLAYS AND MOTHER PLAYS
FIRST STORIES FOR VERY LITTLE FOLK
For Classes Ii. And Iii.
For Classes Iv. And V.
For Kindergarten And Class I.
FUN FOR VERY LITTLE FOLK
Good Little Henry
JAPANESE AND OTHER ORIENTAL TALES]
Jean De La Fontaine
King Alexander's Adventures
KINGS AND WARRIORS
LAND AND WATER FAIRIES
Lessons From Nature
LITTLE STORIES that GROW BIG
MODERN FAIRY TALES
MOTHER GOOSE CONTINUED
MOTHER GOOSE JINGLES
MOTHER GOOSE SONGS AND STORIES
Myths And Legends
NEGLECT THE FIRE
ON POPULAR EDUCATION
PLACES AND FAMILIES
Poems Of Nature
RESURRECTION DAY (EASTER)
RHYMES CONCERNING "MOTHER"
RIDING SONGS for FATHER'S KNEE
ROMANCES OF THE MIDDLE AGES
SAINT VALENTINE'S DAY
Selections From The Bible
SLEEPY-TIME SONGS AND STORIES
Some Children's Poets
Songs Of Life
STORIES BY FAVORITE AMERICAN WRITERS
STORIES FOR CHILDREN
STORIES for LITTLE BOYS
STORIES FROM BOTANY
STORIES FROM GREAT BRITAIN
STORIES FROM IRELAND
STORIES FROM PHYSICS
STORIES FROM SCANDINAVIA
STORIES FROM ZOOLOGY
STORIES _for_ LITTLE GIRLS
THE DAYS OF THE WEEK
The King Of The Golden River; Or, The Black Brothers
The Little Grey Mouse
THE OLD FAIRY TALES
The Princess Rosette
THE THREE HERMITS
THE TWO OLD MEN
UNCLES AND AUNTS AND OTHER RELATIVES
VERSES ABOUT FAIRIES
WHAT MEN LIVE BY
WHERE LOVE IS, THERE GOD IS ALSO
The Grateful Prince
from The Violet Fairy Book
Once upon a time the king of the Goldland lost himself in a
forest, and try as he would he could not find the way out. As he
was wandering down one path which had looked at first more
hopeful than the rest he saw a man coming towards him.
'What are you doing here, friend?' asked the stranger; 'darkness
is falling fast, and soon the wild beasts will come from their
lairs to seek for food.'
'I have lost myself,' answered the king, 'and am trying to get
'Then promise me that you will give me the first thing that comes
out of your house, and I will show you the way,' said the
The king did not answer directly, but after awhile he spoke:
'Why should I give away my BEST sporting dog. I can surely find
my way out of the forest as well as this man.'
So the stranger left him, but the king followed path after path
for three whole days, with no better success than before. He was
almost in despair, when the stranger suddenly appeared, blocking
up his way.
'Promise you will give me the first thing that comes out of your
house to meet you?'
But still the king was stiff-necked and would promise nothing.
For some days longer he wandered up and down the forest, trying
first one path, then another, but his courage at last gave way,
and he sank wearily on the ground under a tree, feeling sure his
last hour had come. Then for the third time the stranger stood
before the king, and said:
'Why are you such a fool? What can a dog be to you, that you
should give your life for him like this? Just promise me the
reward I want, and I will guide you out of the forest.'
'Well, my life is worth more than a thousand dogs,' answered the
king, 'the welfare of my kingdom depends on me. I accept your
terms, so take me to my palace.' Scarcely had he uttered the
words than he found himself at the edge of the wood, with the
palace in the dim distance. He made all the haste he could, and
just as he reached the great gates out came the nurse with the
royal baby, who stretched out his arms to his father. The king
shrank back, and ordered the nurse to take the baby away at once.
Then his great boarhound bounded up to him, but his caresses were
only answered by a violent push.
When the king's anger was spent, and he was able to think what
was best to be done, he exchanged his baby, a beautiful boy, for
the daughter of a peasant, and the prince lived roughly as the
son of poor people, while the little girl slept in a golden
cradle, under silken sheets. At the end of a year, the stranger
arrived to claim his property, and took away the little girl,
believing her to be the true child of the king. The king was so
delighted with the success of his plan that he ordered a great
feast to be got ready, and gave splendid presents to the foster
parents of his son, so that he might lack nothing. But he did
not dare to bring back the baby, lest the trick should be found
out. The peasants were quite contented with this arrangement,
which gave them food and money in abundance.
By-and-by the boy grew big and tall, and seemed to lead a happy
life in the house of his foster parents. But a shadow hung over
him which really poisoned most of his pleasure, and that was the
thought of the poor innocent girl who had suffered in his stead,
for his foster father had told him in secret, that he was the
king's son. And the prince determined that when he grew old
enough he would travel all over the world, and never rest till he
had set her free. To become king at the cost of a maiden's life
was too heavy a price to pay. So one day he put on the dress of
a farm servant, threw a sack of peas on his back, and marched
straight into the forest where eighteen years before his father
had lost himself. After he had walked some way he began to cry
loudly: 'Oh, how unlucky I am! Where can I be? Is there no one
to show me the way out of the wood?'
Then appeared a strange man with a long grey beard, with a
leather bag hanging from his girdle. He nodded cheerfully to the
prince, and said: 'I know this place well, and can lead you out
of it, if you will promise me a good reward.'
'What can a beggar such as I promise you?' answered the prince.
'I have nothing to give you save my life; even the coat on my
back belongs to my master, whom I serve for my keep and my
The stranger looked at the sack of peas, and said, 'But you must
possess something; you are carrying this sack, which seems to be
'It is full of peas,' was the reply. 'My old aunt died last
night, without leaving money enough to buy peas to give the
watchers, as is the custom throughout the country. I have
borrowed these peas from my master, and thought to take a short
cut across the forest; but I have lost myself, as you see.'
'Then you are an orphan?' asked the stranger. 'Why should you
not enter my service? I want a sharp fellow in the house, and
you please me.'
'Why not, indeed, if we can strike a bargain?' said the other.
'I was born a peasant, and strange bread is always bitter, so it
is the same to me whom I serve! What wages will you give me?'
'Every day fresh food, meat twice a week, butter and vegetables,
your summer and winter clothes, and a portion of land for your
'I shall be satisfied with that,' said the youth. 'Somebody else
will have to bury my aunt. I will go with you!'
Now this bargain seemed to please the old fellow so much that he
spun round like a top, and sang so loud that the whole wood rang
with his voice. Then he set out with his companion, and
chattered so fast that he never noticed that his new servant kept
dropping peas out of the sack. At night they slept under a fig
tree, and when the sun rose started on their way. About noon
they came to a large stone, and here the old fellow stopped,
looked carefully round, gave a sharp whistle, and stamped three
times on the ground with his left foot. Suddenly there appeared
under the stone a secret door, which led to what looked like the
mouth of a cave. The old fellow seized the youth by the arm, and
said roughly, 'Follow me!'
Thick darkness surrounded them, yet it seemed to the prince as if
their path led into still deeper depths. After a long while he
thought he saw a glimmer of light, but the light was neither that
of the sun nor of the moon. He looked eagerly at it, but found
it was only a kind of pale cloud, which was all the light this
strange underworld could boast. Earth and water, trees and
plants, birds and beasts, each was different from those he had
seen before; but what most struck terror into his heart was the
absolute stillness that reigned everywhere. Not a rustle or a
sound could be heard. Here and there he noticed a bird sitting
on a branch, with head erect and swelling throat, but his ear
caught nothing. The dogs opened their mouths as if to bark, the
toiling oxen seemed about to bellow, but neither bark nor bellow
reached the prince. The water flowed noiselessly over the
pebbles, the wind bowed the tops of the trees, flies and chafers
darted about, without breaking the silence. The old greybeard
uttered no word, and when his companion tried to ask him the
meaning of it all he felt that his voice died in his throat.
How long this fearful stillness lasted I do not know, but the
prince gradually felt his heart turning to ice, his hair stood up
like bristles, and a cold chill was creeping down his spine, when
at last--oh, ecstasy!--a faint noise broke on his straining ears,
and this life of shadows suddenly became real. It sounded as if
a troop of horses were ploughing their way over a moor.
Then the greybeard opened his mouth, and said: 'The kettle is
boiling; we are expected at home.'
They walked on a little further, till the prince thought he heard
the grinding of a saw-mill, as if dozens of saws were working
together, but his guide observed, 'The grandmother is sleeping
soundly; listen how she snores.'
When they had climbed a hill which lay before them the prince saw
in the distance the house of his master, but it was so surrounded
with buildings of all kinds that the place looked more like a
village or even a small town. They reached it at last, and found
an empty kennel standing in front of the gate. 'Creep inside
this,' said the master, 'and wait while I go in and see my
grandmother. Like all very old people, she is very obstinate,
and cannot bear fresh faces about her.'
The prince crept tremblingly into the kennel, and began to regret
the daring which had brought him into this scrape.
By-and-by the master came back, and called him from his
hiding-place. Something had put out his temper, for with a frown
he said, 'Watch carefully our ways in the house, and beware of
making any mistake, or it will go ill with you. Keep your eyes
and ears open, and your mouth shut, obey without questions. Be
grateful if you will, but never speak unless you are spoken to.'
When the prince stepped over the threshold he caught sight of a
maiden of wonderful beauty, with brown eyes and fair curly hair.
'Well!' the young man said to himself, 'if the old fellow has
many daughters like that I should not mind being his son-in-law.
This one is just what I admire'; and he watched her lay the
table, bring in the food, and take her seat by the fire as if she
had never noticed that a strange man was present. Then she took
out a needle and thread, and began to darn her stockings. The
master sat at table alone, and invited neither his new servant
nor the maid to eat with him. Neither was the old grandmother
anywhere to be seen. His appetite was tremendous: he soon
cleared all the dishes, and ate enough to satisfy a dozen men.
When at last he could eat no more he said to the girl, 'Now you
can pick up the pieces, and take what is left in the iron pot for
your own dinner, but give the bones to the dog.'
The prince did not at all like the idea of dining off scraps,
which he helped the girl to pick up, but, after all, he found
that there was plenty to eat, and that the food was very good.
During the meal he stole many glances at the maiden, and would
even have spoken to her, but she gave him no encouragement.
Every time he opened his mouth for the purpose she looked at him
sternly, as if to say, 'Silence,' so he could only let his eyes
speak for him. Besides, the master was stretched on a bench by
the oven after his huge meal, and would have heard everything.
After supper that night, the old man said to the prince, 'For two
days you may rest from the fatigues of the journey, and look
about the house. But the day after to-morrow you must come with
me, and I will point out the work you have to do. The maid will
show you where you are to sleep.'
The prince thought, from this, he had leave to speak, but his
master turned on him with a face of thunder and exclaimed:
'You dog of a servant! If you disobey the laws of the house you
will soon find yourself a head shorter! Hold your tongue, and
leave me in peace.'
The girl made a sign to him to follow her, and, throwing open a
door, nodded to him to go in. He would have lingered a moment,
for he thought she looked sad, but dared not do so, for fear of
the old man's anger.
'It is impossible that she can be his daughter!' he said to
himself, 'for she has a kind heart. I am quite sure she must be
the same girl who was brought here instead of me, so I am bound
to risk my head in this mad adventure.' He got into bed, but it
was long before he fell asleep, and even then his dreams gave him
no rest. He seemed to be surrounded by dangers, and it was only
the power of the maiden who helped him through it all.
When he woke his first thoughts were for the girl, whom he found
hard at work. He drew water from the well and carried it to the
house for her, kindled the fire under the iron pot, and, in fact,
did everything that came into his head that could be of any use
to her. In the afternoon he went out, in order to learn
something of his new home, and wondered greatly not to come
across the old grandmother. In his rambles he came to the
farmyard, where a beautiful white horse had a stall to itself; in
another was a black cow with two white-faced calves, while the
clucking of geese, ducks, and hens reached him from a distance.
Breakfast, dinner, and supper were as savoury as before, and the
prince would have been quite content with his quarters had it not
been for the difficulty of keeping silence in the presence of the
maiden. On the evening of the second day he went, as he had been
told, to receive his orders for the following morning.
'I am going to set you something very easy to do to-morrow,'
said the old man when his servant entered. 'Take this scythe and
cut as much grass as the white horse will want for its day's
feed, and clean out its stall. If I come back and find the
manger empty it will go ill with you. So beware!'
The prince left the room, rejoicing in his heart, and saying to
himself, 'Well, I shall soon get through that! If I have never
yet handled either the plough or the scythe, at least I have
often watched the country people work them, and know how easy it
He was just going to open his door, when the maiden glided softly
past and whispered in his ear: 'What task has he set you?'
'For to-morrow,' answered the prince, 'it is really nothing at
all! Just to cut hay for the horse, and to clean out his stall!'
'Oh, luckless being!' sighed the girl; 'how will you ever get
through with it. The white horse, who is our master's
grandmother, is always hungry: it takes twenty men always mowing
to keep it in food for one day, and another twenty to clean out
its stall. How, then, do you expect to do it all by yourself?
But listen to me, and do what I tell you. It is your only
chance. When you have filled the manger as full as it will hold
you must weave a strong plait of the rushes which grow among the
meadow hay, and cut a thick peg of stout wood, and be sure that
the horse sees what you are doing. Then it will ask you what it
is for, and you will say, 'With this plait I intend to bind up
your mouth so that you cannot eat any more, and with this peg I
am going to keep you still in one spot, so that you cannot
scatter your corn and water all over the place!' After these
words the maiden went away as softly as she had come.
Early the next morning he set to work. His scythe danced through
the grass much more easily than he had hoped, and soon he had
enough to fill the manger. He put it in the crib, and returned
with a second supply, when to his horror he found the crib empty.
Then he knew that without the maiden's advice he would certainly
have been lost, and began to put it into practice. He took out
the rushes which had somehow got mixed up with the hay, and
plaited them quickly.
'My son, what are you doing?' asked the horse wonderingly.
'Oh, nothing!' replied he. 'Just weaving a chin strap to bind
your jaws together, in case you might wish to eat any more!'
The white horse sighed deeply when it heard this, and made up its
mind to be content with what it had eaten.
The youth next began to clean out the stall, and the horse knew
it had found a master; and by mid-day there was still fodder in
the manger, and the place was as clean as a new pin. He had
barely finished when in walked the old man, who stood astonished
at the door.
'Is it really you who have been clever enough to do that?' he
asked. 'Or has some one else given you a hint?'
'Oh, I have had no help,' replied the prince, 'except what my
poor weak head could give me.'
The old man frowned, and went away, and the prince rejoiced that
everything had turned out so well.
In the evening his master said, 'To-morrow I have no special task
to set you, but as the girl has a great deal to do in the house
you must milk the black cow for her. But take care you milk her
dry, or it may be the worse for you.'
'Well,' thought the prince as he went away, 'unless there is some
trick behind, this does not sound very hard. I have never milked
a cow before, but I have good strong fingers.'
He was very sleepy, and was just going toward his room, when the
maiden came to him and asked: 'What is your task to-morrow?'
'I am to help you,' he answered, 'and have nothing to do all day,
except to milk the black cow dry.'
'Oh, you are unlucky,' cried she. 'If you were to try from
morning till night you couldn't do it. There is only one way of
escaping the danger, and that is, when you go to milk her, take
with you a pan of burning coals and a pair of tongs. Place the
pan on the floor of the stall, and the tongs on the fire, and
blow with all your might, till the coals burn brightly. The
black cow will ask you what is the meaning of all this, and you
must answer what I will whisper to you.' And she stood on
tip-toe and whispered something in his ear, and then went away.
The dawn had scarcely reddened the sky when the prince jumped out
of bed, and, with the pan of coals in one hand and the milk pail
in the other, went straight to the cow's stall, and began to do
exactly as the maiden had told him the evening before.
The black cow watched him with surprise for some time, and then
said: 'What are you doing, sonny?'
'Oh, nothing,' answered he; 'I am only heating a pair of tongs in
case you may not feel inclined to give as much milk as I want.'
The cow sighed deeply, and looked at the milkman with fear, but
he took no notice, and milked briskly into the pail, till the cow
Just at that moment the old man entered the stable, and sat down
to milk the cow himself, but not a drop of milk could he get.
'Have you really managed it all yourself, or did somebody help
'I have nobody to help me,' answered the prince, 'but my own poor
head.' The old man got up from his seat and went away.
That night, when the prince went to his master to hear what his
next day's work was to be, the old man said: 'I have a little
hay-stack out in the meadow which must be brought in to dry.
To-morrow you will have to stack it all in the shed, and, as you
value your life, be careful not to leave the smallest strand
behind.' The prince was overjoyed to hear he had nothing worse
'To carry a little hay-rick requires no great skill,' thought he,
'and it will give me no trouble, for the horse will have to draw
it in. I am certainly not going to spare the old grandmother.'
By-and-by the maiden stole up to ask what task he had for the
The young man laughed, and said: 'It appears that I have got to
learn all kinds of farmer's work. To-morrow I have to carry a
hay-rick, and leave not a stalk in the meadow, and that is my
whole day's work!'
'Oh, you unlucky creature!' cried she; 'and how do you think you
are to do it. If you had all the men in the world to help you,
you could not clear off this one little hay-rick in a week. The
instant you have thrown down the hay at the top, it will take
root again from below. But listen to what I say. You must steal
out at daybreak to-morrow and bring out the white horse and some
good strong ropes. Then get on the hay-stack, put the ropes
round it, and harness the horse to the ropes. When you are
ready, climb up the hay-stack and begin to count one, two, three.
The horse will ask you what you are counting, and you must be
sure to answer what I whisper to you.'
So the maiden whispered something in his ear, and left the room.
And the prince knew nothing better to do than to get into bed.
He slept soundly, and it was still almost dark when he got up and
proceeded to carry out the instructions given him by the girl.
First he chose some stout ropes, and then he led the horse out of
the stable and rode it to the hay-stack, which was made up of
fifty cartloads, so that it could hardly be called 'a little
one.' The prince did all that the maiden had told him, and when
at last he was seated on top of the rick, and had counted up to
twenty, he heard the horse ask in amazement: 'What are you
counting up there, my son?'
'Oh, nothing,' said he, 'I was just amusing myself with counting
the packs of wolves in the forest, but there are really so many
of them that I don't think I should ever be done.'
The word 'wolf' was hardly out of his mouth than the white horse
was off like the wind, so that in the twinkling of an eye it had
reached the shed, dragging the hay-stack behind it. The master
was dumb with surprise as he came in after breakfast and found
his man's day's work quite done.
'Was it really you who were so clever?' asked he. 'Or did some
one give you good advice?'
'Oh, I have only myself to take counsel with,' said the prince,
and the old man went away, shaking his head.
Late in the evening the prince went to his master to learn what
he was to do next day.
'To-morrow,' said the old man, 'you must bring the white-headed
calf to the meadow, and, as you value your life, take care it
does not escape from you.'
The prince answered nothing, but thought, 'Well, most peasants of
nineteen have got a whole herd to look after, so surely I can
manage one.' And he went towards his room, where the maiden met
'To morrow I have got an idiot's work,' said he; 'nothing but to
take the white-headed calf to the meadow.'
'Oh, you unlucky being!' sighed she. 'Do you know that this calf
is so swift that in a single day he can run three times round the
world? Take heed to what I tell you. Bind one end of this silk
thread to the left fore-leg of the calf, and the other end to the
little toe of your left foot, so that the calf will never be able
to leave your side, whether you walk, stand, or lie.' After this
the prince went to bed and slept soundly.
The next morning he did exactly what the maiden had told him, and
led the calf with the silken thread to the meadow, where it stuck
to his side like a faithful dog.
By sunset, it was back again in its stall, and then came the
master and said, with a frown, 'Were you really so clever
yourself, or did somebody tell you what to do?'
'Oh, I have only my own poor head,' answered the prince, and the
old man went away growling, 'I don't believe a word of it! I am
sure you have found some clever friend!'
In the evening he called the prince and said: 'To- morrow I have
no work for you, but when I wake you must come before my bed, and
give me your hand in greeting.'
The young man wondered at this strange freak, and went laughing
in search of the maiden.
'Ah, it is no laughing matter,' sighed she. 'He means to eat
you, and there is only one way in which I can help you. You must
heat an iron shovel red hot, and hold it out to him instead of
So next morning he wakened very early, and had heated the shovel
before the old man was awake. At length he heard him calling,
'You lazy fellow, where are you? Come and wish me good morning.'
But when the prince entered with the red-hot shovel his master
only said, 'I am very ill to-day, and too weak even to touch your
hand. You must return this evening, when I may be better.'
The prince loitered about all day, and in the evening went back
to the old man's room. He was received in the most; friendly
manner, and, to his surprise, his master exclaimed, 'I am very
well satisfied with you. Come to me at dawn and bring the maiden
with you. I know you have long loved each other, and I wish to
make you man and wife.'
The young man nearly jumped into the air for joy, but,
remembering the rules of the house, he managed to keep still.
When he told the maiden, he saw to his astonishment that she had
become as white as a sheet, and she was quite dumb.
'The old man has found out who was your counsellor,' she said
when she could speak, 'and he means to destroy us both.' We must
escape somehow, or else we shall be lost. Take an axe, and cut
off the head of the calf with one blow. With a second, split its
head in two, and in its brain you will see a bright red ball.
Bring that to me. Meanwhile, I will do what is needful here.
And the prince thought to himself, 'Better kill the calf than be
killed ourselves. If we can once escape, we will go back home.
The peas which I strewed about must have sprouted, so that we
shall not miss the way.'
Then he went into the stall, and with one blow of the axe killed
the calf, and with the second split its brain. In an instant the
place was filled with light, as the red ball fell from the brain
of the calf. The prince picked it up, and, wrapping it round
with a thick cloth, hid it in his bosom. Mercifully, the cow
slept through it all, or by her cries she would have awakened the
He looked round, and at the door stood the maiden, holding a
little bundle in her arms.
'Where is the ball?' she asked.
'Here,' answered he.
'We must lose no time in escaping,' she went on, and uncovered a
tiny bit of the shining ball, to light them on their way.
As the prince had expected the peas had taken root, and grown
into a little hedge, so that they were sure they would not lose
the path. As they fled, the girl told him that she had overheard
a conversation between the old man and his grandmother, saying
that she was a king's daughter, whom the old fellow had obtained
by cunning from her parents. The prince, who knew all about the
affair, was silent, though he was glad from his heart that it
had fallen to his lot to set her free. So they went on till the
day began to dawn.
The old man slept very late that morning, and rubbed his eyes
till he was properly awake. Then he remembered that very soon
the couple were to present themselves before him. After waiting
and waiting till quite a long time had passed, he said to
himself, with a grin, 'Well, they are not in much hurry to be
married,' and waited again.
At last he grew a little uneasy, and cried loudly, 'Man and maid!
what has become of you?'
After repeating this many times, he became quite frightened, but,
call as he would, neither man nor maid appeared. At last he
jumped angrily out of bed to go in search of the culprits, but
only found an empty house, and beds that had never been slept in.
Then he went straight to the stable, where the sight of the dead
calf told him all. Swearing loudly, he opened the door of the
third stall quickly, and cried to his goblin servants to go and
chase the fugitives. 'Bring them to me, however you may find
them, for have them I must!' he said. So spake the old man, and
the servants fled like the wind.
The runaways were crossing a great plain, when the maiden
stopped. 'Something has happened!' she said. 'The ball moves in
my hand, and I'm sure we are being followed!' and behind them
they saw a black cloud flying before the wind. Then the maiden
turned the ball thrice in her hand, and cried,
'Listen to me, my ball, my ball.
Be quick and change me into a brook,
And my lover into a little fish.'
And in an instant there was a brook with a fish swimming in it.
The goblins arrived just after, but, seeing nobody, waited for a
little, then hurried home, leaving the brook and the fish
undisturbed. When they were quite out of sight, the brook and
the fish returned to their usual shapes and proceeded on their
When the goblins, tired and with empty hands, returned, their
master inquired what they had seen, and if nothing strange had
'Nothing,' said they; 'the plain was quite empty, save for a
brook and a fish swimming in it.'
'Idiots!' roared the master; 'of course it was they!' And dashing
open the door of the fifth stall, he told the goblins inside that
they must go and drink up the brook, and catch the fish. And the
goblins jumped up, and flew like the wind.
The young pair had almost reached the edge of the wood, when the
maiden stopped again. 'Something has happened,' said she. 'The
ball is moving in my hand,' and looking round she beheld a cloud
flying towards them, large and blacker than the first, and
striped with red. 'Those are our pursuers,' cried she, and
turning the ball three times in her hand she spoke to it thus:
'Listen to me, my ball, my ball.
Be quick and change us both.
Me into a wild rose bush,
And him into a rose on my stem.'
And in the twinkling of an eye it was done. Only just in time
too, for the goblins were close at hand, and looked round eagerly
for the stream and the fish. But neither stream nor fish was to
be seen; nothing but a rose bush. So they went sorrowing home,
and when they were out of sight the rose bush and rose returned
to their proper shapes and walked all the faster for the little
rest they had had.
'Well, did you find them?' asked the old man when his goblins
'No,' replied the leader of the goblins, 'we found neither brook
nor fish in the desert.'
'And did you find nothing else at all?'
'Oh, nothing but a rose tree on the edge of a wood, with a rose
hanging on it.'
'Idiots!' cried he. 'Why, that was they.' And he threw open the
door of the seventh stall, where his mightiest goblins were
locked in. 'Bring them to me, however you find them, dead or
alive!' thundered he, 'for I will have them! Tear up the rose
tree and the roots too, and don't leave anything behind, however
strange it may be!'
The fugitives were resting in the shade of a wood, and were
refreshing themselves with food and drink. Suddenly the maiden
looked up. 'Something has happened,' said she. 'The ball has
nearly jumped out of my bosom! Some one is certainly following
us, and the danger is near, but the trees hide our enemies from
As she spoke she took the ball in her hand, and said:
'Listen to me, my ball, my ball.
Be quick and change me into a breeze,
And make my lover into a midge.'
An instant, and the girl was dissolved into thin air, while the
prince darted about like a midge. The next moment a crowd of
goblins rushed up, and looked about in search of something
strange, for neither a rose bush nor anything else was to be
seen. But they had hardly turned their backs to go home
empty-handed when the prince and the maiden stood on the earth
'We must make all the haste we can,' said she, 'before the old
man himself comes to seek us, for he will know us under any
They ran on till they reached such a dark part of the forest
that, if it had not been for the light shed by the ball, they
could not have made their way at all. Worn out and breathless,
they came at length to a large stone, and here the ball began to
move restlessly. The maiden, seeing this, exclaimed:
'Listen to me, my ball, my ball.
Roll the stone quickly to one side,
That we may find a door.'
And in a moment the stone had rolled away, and they had passed
through the door to the world again.
'Now we are safe,' cried she. 'Here the old wizard has no more
power over us, and we can guard ourselves from his spells. But,
my friend, we have to part! You will return to your parents, and
I must go in search of mine.'
'No! no!' exclaimed the prince. 'I will never part from you.
You must come with me and be my wife. We have gone through many
troubles together, and now we will share our joys. The maiden
resisted his words for some time, but at last she went with him.
In the forest they met a woodcutter, who told them that in the
palace, as well as in all the land, there had been great sorrow
over the loss of the prince, and many years had now passed away
during which they had found no traces of him. So, by the help of
the magic ball, the maiden managed that he should put on the same
clothes that he had been wearing at the time he had vanished, so
that his father might know him more quickly. She herself stayed
behind in a peasant's hut, so that father and son might meet
But the father was no longer there, for the loss of his son had
killed him; and on his deathbed he confessed to his people how he
had contrived that the old wizard should carry away a peasant's
child instead of the prince, wherefore this punishment had fallen
The prince wept bitterly when he heard this news, for he had
loved his father well, and for three days he ate and drank
nothing. But on the fourth day he stood in the presence of his
people as their new king, and, calling his councillors, he told
them all the strange things that had befallen him, and how the
maiden had borne him safe through all.
And the councillors cried with one voice, 'Let her be your wife,
and our liege lady.'
And that is the end of the story.
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