The Little Soldier


Once upon a time there was a little soldier who had just come back

from the war. He was a brave little fellow, but he had lost

neither arms nor legs in battle. Still, the fighting was ended and

the army disbanded, so he had to return to the village where he

was born.

Now the soldier's name was really John, but for some reason or

other his friends always called him the Kinglet; why, no one ever

knew, but so it was.

As he had no father or mother to welcome him home, he did not

hurry himself, but went quietly along, his knapsack on his back

and his sword by his side, when suddenly one evening he was seized

with a wish to light his pipe. He felt for his match-box to strike

a light, but to his great disgust he found he had lost it.

He had only gone about a stone's throw after making this discovery

when he noticed a light shining through the trees. He went towards

it, and perceived before him an old castle, with the door standing


The little soldier entered the courtyard, and, peeping through a

window, saw a large fire blazing at the end of a low hall. He put

his pipe in his pocket and knocked gently, saying politely:

'Would you give me a light?'

But he got no answer.

After waiting for a moment John knocked again, this time more

loudly. There was still no reply.

He raised the latch and entered; the hall was empty.

The little soldier made straight for the fireplace, seized the

tongs, and was stooping down to look for a nice red hot coal with

which to light his pipe, when clic! something went, like a spring

giving way, and in the very midst of the flames an enormous

serpent reared itself up close to his face.

And what was more strange still, this serpent had the head of a


At such an unexpected sight many men would have turned and run for

their lives; but the little soldier, though he was so small, had a

true soldier's heart. He only made one step backwards, and grasped

the hilt of his sword.

'Don't unsheath it,' said the serpent. 'I have been waiting for

you, as it is you who must deliver me.'

'Who are you?'

'My name is Ludovine, and I am the daughter of the King of the Low

Countries. Deliver me, and I will marry you and make you happy for

ever after.'

Now, some people might not have liked the notion of being made

happy by a serpent with the head of a woman, but the Kinglet had

no such fears. And, besides, he felt the fascination of Ludovine's

eyes, which looked at him as a snake looks at a little bird. They

were beautiful green eyes, not round like those of a cat, but long

and almond-shaped, and they shone with a strange light, and the

golden hair which floated round them seemed all the brighter for

their lustre. The face had the beauty of an angel, though the body

was only that of a serpent.

'What must I do?' asked the Kinglet.

'Open that door. You will find yourself in a gallery with a room

at the end just like this. Cross that, and you will see a closet,

out of which you must take a tunic, and bring it back to me.'

The little soldier boldly prepared to do as he was told. He

crossed the gallery in safety, but when he reached the room he saw

by the light of the stars eight hands on a level with his face,

which threatened to strike him. And, turn his eyes which way he

would, he could discover no bodies belonging to them.

He lowered his head and rushed forward amidst a storm of blows,

which he returned with his fists. When he got to the closet, he

opened it, took down the tunic, and brought it to the first room.

'Here it is,' he panted, rather out of breath.

'Clic!' once more the flames parted. Ludovine was a woman down to

her waist. She took the tunic and put it on.

It was a magnificent tunic of orange velvet, embroidered in

pearls, but the pearls were not so white as her own neck.

'That is not all,' she said. 'Go to the gallery, take the

staircase which is on the left, and in the second room on the

first story you will find another closet with my skirt. Bring this

to me.'

The Kinglet did as he was told, but in entering the room he saw,

instead of merely hands, eight arms, each holding an enormous

stick. He instantly unsheathed his sword and cut his way through

with such vigour that he hardly received a scratch.

He brought back the skirt, which was made of silk as blue as the

skies of Spain.

'Here it is,' said John, as the serpent appeared. She was now a

woman as far as her knees.

'I only want my shoes and stockings now,' she said. 'Go and get

them from the closet which is on the second story.'

The little soldier departed, and found himself in the presence of

eight goblins armed with hammers, and flames darting from their

eyes. This time he stopped short at the threshold. 'My sword is no

use,' he thought to himself; 'these wretches will break it like

glass, and if I can't think of anything else, I am a dead man.' At

this moment his eyes fell on the door, which was made of oak,

thick and heavy. He wrenched it off its hinges and held it over

his head, and then went straight at the goblins, whom he crushed

beneath it. After that he took the shoes and stockings out of the

closet and brought them to Ludovine, who, directly she had put

them on, became a woman all over.

When she was quite dressed in her white silk stockings and little

blue slippers dotted over with carbuncles, she said to her

deliverer, 'Now you must go away, and never come back here,

whatever happens. Here is a purse with two hundred ducats. Sleep

to-night at the inn which is at the edge of the wood, and awake

early in the morning: for at nine o'clock I shall pass the door,

and shall take you up in my carriage.' 'Why shouldn't we go now?'

asked the little soldier. 'Because the time has not yet come,'

said the Princess. 'But first you may drink my health in this

glass of wine,' and as she spoke she filled a crystal goblet with

a liquid that looked like melted gold.

John drank, then lit his pipe and went out.


When he arrived at the inn he ordered supper, but no sooner had he

sat down to eat it than he felt that he was going sound asleep.

'I must be more tired than I thought,' he said to himself, and,

after telling them to be sure to wake him next morning at eight

o'clock, he went to bed.

All night long he slept like a dead man. At eight o'clock they

came to wake him, and at half-past, and a quarter of an hour

later, but it was no use; and at last they decided to leave him in


The clocks were striking twelve when John awoke. He sprang out of

bed, and, scarcely waiting to dress himself, hastened to ask if

anyone had been to inquire for him.

'There came a lovely princess,' replied the landlady, 'in a coach

of gold. She left you this bouquet, and a message to say that she

would pass this way to-morrow morning at eight o'clock.'

The little soldier cursed his sleep, but tried to console himself

by looking at his bouquet, which was of immortelles.

'It is the flower of remembrance,' thought he, forgetting that it

is also the flower of the dead.

When the night came, he slept with one eye open, and jumped up

twenty times an hour. When the birds began to sing he could lie

still no longer, and climbed out of his window into the branches

of one of the great lime-trees that stood before the door. There

he sat, dreamily gazing at his bouquet till he ended by going fast


Once asleep, nothing was able to wake him; neither the brightness

of the sun, nor the songs of the birds, nor the noise of

Ludovine's golden coach, nor the cries of the landlady who sought

him in every place she could think of.

As the clock struck twelve he woke, and his heart sank as he came

down out of his tree and saw them laying the table for dinner.

'Did the Princess come?' he asked.

'Yes, indeed, she did. She left this flower-coloured scarf for

you; said she would pass by to-morrow at seven o'clock, but it

would be the last time.'

'I must have been bewitched,' thought the little soldier. Then he

took the scarf, which had a strange kind of scent, and tied it

round his left arm, thinking all the while that the best way to

keep awake was not to go to bed at all. So he paid his bill, and

bought a horse with the money that remained, and when the evening

came he mounted his horse and stood in front of the inn door,

determined to stay there all night.

Every now and then he stooped to smell the sweet perfume of the

scarf round his arm; and gradually he smelt it so often that at

last his head sank on to the horse's neck, and he and his horse

snored in company.

When the Princess arrived, they shook him, and beat him, and

screamed at him, but it was all no good. Neither man nor horse

woke till the coach was seen vanishing away in the distance.

Then John put spurs to his horse, calling with all his might

'Stop! stop!' But the coach drove on as before, and though the

little soldier rode after it for a day and a night, he never got

one step nearer.

Thus they left many villages and towns behind them, till they came

to the sea itself. Here John thought that at last the coach must

stop, but, wonder of wonders! it went straight on, and rolled over

the water as easily as it had done over the land. John's horse,

which had carried him so well, sank down from fatigue, and the

little soldier sat sadly on the shore, watching the coach which

was fast disappearing on the horizon.


However, he soon plucked up his spirits again, and walked along

the beach to try and find a boat in which he could sail after the

Princess. But no boat was there, and at last, tired and hungry, he

sat down to rest on the steps of a fisherman's hut.

In the hut was a young girl who was mending a net. She invited

John to come in, and set before him some wine and fried fish, and

John ate and drank and felt comforted, and he told his adventures

to the little fisher-girl. But though she was very pretty, with a

skin as white as a gull's breast, for which her neighbours gave

her the name of the Seagull, he did not think about her at all,

for he was dreaming of the green eyes of the Princess.

When he had finished his tale, she was filled with pity and said:

'Last week, when I was fishing, my net suddenly grew very heavy,

and when I drew it in I found a great copper vase, fastened with

lead. I brought it home and placed it on the fire. When the lead

had melted a little, I opened the vase with my knife and drew out

a mantle of red cloth and a purse containing fifty crowns. That is

the mantle, covering my bed, and I have kept the money for my

marriage-portion. But take it and go to the nearest seaport, where

you will find a ship sailing for the Low Countries, and when you

become King you will bring me back my fifty crowns.'

And the Kinglet answered: 'When I am King of the Low Countries, I

will make you lady-in-waiting to the Queen, for you are as good as

you are beautiful. So farewell,' said he, and as the Seagull went

back to her fishing he rolled himself in the mantle and threw

himself down on a heap of dried grass, thinking of the strange

things that had befallen him, till he suddenly exclaimed:

'Oh, how I wish I was in the capital of the Low Countries!'


In one moment the little soldier found himself standing before a

splendid palace. He rubbed his eyes and pinched himself, and when

he was quite sure he was not dreaming he said to a man who was

smoking his pipe before the door, 'Where am I?'

'Where are you? Can't you see? Before the King's palace, of


'What King?'

'Why the King of the Low Countries!' replied the man, laughing and

supposing that he was mad.

Was there ever anything so strange? But as John was an honest

fellow, he was troubled at the thought that the Seagull would

think he had stolen her mantle and purse. And he began to wonder

how he could restore them to her the soonest. Then he remembered

that the mantle had some hidden charm that enabled the bearer to

transport himself at will from place to place, and in order to

make sure of this he wished himself in the best inn of the town.

In an instant he was there.

Enchanted with this discovery, he ordered supper, and as it was

too late to visit the King that night he went to bed.

The next day, when he got up, he saw that all the houses were

wreathed with flowers and covered with flags, and all the church

bells were ringing. The little soldier inquired the meaning of all

this noise, and was told that the Princess Ludovine, the King's

beautiful daughter, had been found, and was about to make her

triumphal entry. 'That will just suit me,' thought the Kinglet; 'I

will stand at the door and see if she knows me.'

He had scarcely time to dress himself when the golden coach of

Ludovine went by. She had a crown of gold upon her head, and the

King and Queen sat by her side. By accident her eyes fell upon the

little soldier, and she grew pale and turned away her head.

'Didn't she know me?' the little soldier asked himself, 'or was

she angry because I missed our meetings?' and he followed the

crowd till he got to the palace. When the royal party entered he

told the guards that it was he who had delivered the Princess, and

wished to speak to the King. But the more he talked the more they

believed him mad and refused to let him pass.

The little soldier was furious. He felt that he needed his pipe to

calm him, and he entered a tavern and ordered a pint of beer. 'It

is this miserable soldier's helmet,' said he to himself 'If I had

only money enough I could look as splendid as the lords of the

Court; but what is the good of thinking of that when I have only

the remains of the Seagull's fifty crowns?'

He took out his purse to see what was left, and he found that

there were still fifty crowns.

'The Seagull must have miscounted,' thought he, and he paid for

his beer. Then he counted his money again, and there were still

fifty crowns. He took away five and counted a third time, but

there were still fifty. He emptied the purse altogether and then

shut it; when he opened it the fifty crowns were still there!

Then a plan came into his head, and he determined to go at once to

the Court tailor and coachbuilder.

He ordered the tailor to make him a mantle and vest of blue velvet

embroidered with pearls, and the coachbuilder to make him a golden

coach like the coach of the Princess Ludovine. If the tailor and

the coachbuilder were quick he promised to pay them double.

A few days later the little soldier was driven through the city in

his coach drawn by six white horses, and with four lacqueys richly

dressed standing behind. Inside sat John, clad in blue velvet,

with a bouquet of immortelles in his hand and a scarf bound round

his arm. He drove twice round the city, throwing money to the

right and left, and the third time, as he passed under the palace

windows, he saw Ludovine lift a corner of the curtain and peep



The next day no one talked of anything but the rich lord who had

distributed money as he drove along. The talk even reached the

Court, and the Queen, who was very curious, had a great desire to

see the wonderful Prince.

'Very well,' said the King; 'let him be asked to come and play

cards with me.'

This time the Kinglet was not late for his appointment.

The King sent for the cards and they sat down to play. They had

six games, and John always lost. The stake was fifty crowns, and

each time he emptied his purse, which was full the next instant.

The sixth time the King exclaimed, 'It is amazing!'

The Queen cried, 'It is astonishing!'

The Princess said, 'It is bewildering!'

'Not so bewildering,' replied the little soldier, 'as your change

into a serpent.'

'Hush!' interrupted the King, who did not like the subject.

'I only spoke of it,' said John, 'because you see in me the man

who delivered the Princess from the goblins and whom she promised

to marry.'

'Is that true?' asked the King of the Princess.

'Quite true,' answered Ludovine. 'But I told my deliverer to be

ready to go with me when I passed by with my coach. I passed three

times, but he slept so soundly that no one could wake him.'

'What is your name?' said the King, 'and who are you?'

'My name is John. I am a soldier, and my father is a boatman.'

'You are not a fit husband for my daughter. Still, if you will

give us your purse, you shall have her for your wife.'

'My purse does not belong to me, and I cannot give it away.'

'But you can lend it to me till our wedding-day,' said the

Princess with one of those glances the little soldier never could


'And when will that be?'

'At Easter,' said the monarch.

'Or in a blue moon!' murmured the Princess; but the Kinglet did

not hear her and let her take his purse.

Next evening he presented himself at the palace to play picquet

with the King and to make his court to the Princess. But he was

told that the King had gone into the country to receive his rents.

He returned the following day, and had the same answer. Then he

asked to see the Queen, but she had a headache. When this had

happened five or six times, he began to understand that they were

making fun of him.

'That is not the way for a King to behave,' thought John. 'Old

scoundrel!' and then suddenly he remembered his red cloak.

'Ah, what an idiot I am!' said he. 'Of course I can get in

whenever I like with the help of this.'

That evening he was in front of the palace, wrapped in his red


On the first story one window was lighted, and John saw on the

curtains the shadow of the Princess.

'I wish myself in the room of the Princess Ludovine,' said he, and

in a second he was there.

The King's daughter was sitting before a table counting the money

that she emptied from the inexhaustible purse.

'Eight hundred and fifty, nine hundred, nine hundred and fifty--'

'A thousand,' finished John. 'Good evening everybody!'

The Princess jumped and gave a little cry. 'You here! What

business have you to do it? Leave at once, or I shall call--'

'I have come,' said the Kinglet, 'to remind you of your promise.

The day after to-morrow is Easter Day, and it is high time to

think of our marriage.'

Ludovine burst out into a fit of laughter. 'Our marriage! Have you

really been foolish enough to believe that the daughter of the

King of the Low Countries would ever marry the son of a boatman?'

'Then give me back the purse,' said John.

'Never,' said the Princess, and put it calmly in her pocket.

'As you like,' said the little soldier. 'He laughs best who laughs

the last;' and he took the Princess in his arms. 'I wish,' he

cried, 'that we were at the ends of the earth;' and in one second

he was there, still clasping the Princess tightly in his arms.

'Ouf,' said John, laying her gently at the foot of a tree. 'I

never took such a long journey before. What do you say, madam?'

The Princess understood that it was no time for jesting, and did

not answer. Besides she was still feeling giddy from her rapid

flight, and had not yet collected her senses.


The King of the Low Countries was not a very scrupulous person,

and his daughter took after him. This was why she had been changed

into a serpent. It had been prophesied that she should be

delivered by a little soldier, and that she must marry him, unless

he failed to appear at the meeting-place three times running. The

cunning Princess then laid her plans accordingly.

The wine that she had given to John in the castle of the goblins,

the bouquet of immortelles, and the scarf, all had the power of

producing sleep like death. And we know how they had acted on


However, even in this critical moment, Ludovine did not lose her


'I thought you were simply a street vagabond,' said she, in her

most coaxing voice; 'and I find you are more powerful than any

king. Here is your purse. Have you got my scarf and my bouquet?'

'Here they are,' said the Kinglet, delighted with this change of

tone, and he drew them from his bosom. Ludovine fastened one in

his buttonhole and the other round his arm. 'Now,' she said, 'you

are my lord and master, and I will marry you at your good


'You are kinder than I thought,' said John; 'and you shall never

be unhappy, for I love you.'

'Then, my little husband, tell me how you managed to carry me so

quickly to the ends of the world.'

The little soldier scratched his head. 'Does she really mean to

marry me,' he thought to himself, 'or is she only trying to

deceive me again?'

But Ludovine repeated, 'Won't you tell me?' in such a tender voice

he did not know how to resist her.

'After all,' he said to himself, 'what does it matter telling her

the secret, as long as I don't give her the cloak.'

And he told her the virtue of the red mantle.

'Oh dear, how tired I am!' sighed Ludovine. 'Don't you think we

had better take a nap? And then we can talk over our plans.'

She stretched herself on the grass, and the Kinglet did the same.

He laid his head on his left arm, round which the scarf was tied,

and was soon fast asleep.

Ludovine was watching him out of one eye, and no sooner did she

hear him snore than she unfastened the mantle, drew it gently from

under him and wrapped it round her, took the purse from his

pocket, and put it in hers, and said: 'I wish I was back in my own

room.' In another moment she was there.


Who felt foolish but John, when he awoke, twenty-four hours after,

and found himself without purse, without mantle, and without

Princess? He tore his hair, he beat his breast, he trampled on the

bouquet, and tore the scarf of the traitress to atoms.

Besides this he was very hungry, and he had nothing to eat.

He thought of all the wonderful things his grandmother had told

him when he was a child, but none of them helped him now. He was

in despair, when suddenly he looked up and saw that the tree under

which he had been sleeping was a superb plum, covered with fruit

as yellow as gold.

'Here goes for the plums,' he said to himself, 'all is fair in


He climbed the tree and began to eat steadily. But he had hardly

swallowed two plums when, to his horror, he felt as if something

was growing on his forehead. He put up his hand and found that he

had two horns!

He leapt down from the tree and rushed to a stream that flowed

close by. Alas! there was no escape: two charming little horns,

that would not have disgraced the head of a goat.

Then his courage failed him.

'As if it was not enough,' said he, 'that a woman should trick me,

but the devil must mix himself up in it and lend me his horns.

What a pretty figure I should cut if I went back into the world!'

But as he was still hungry, and the mischief was done, he climbed

boldly up another tree, and plucked two plums of a lovely green

colour. No sooner had he swallowed two than the horns disappeared.

The little soldier was enchanted, though greatly surprised, and

came to the conclusion that it was no good to despair too quickly.

When he had done eating an idea suddenly occurred to him.

'Perhaps,' thought he, 'these pretty little plums may help me to

recover my purse, my cloak, and my heart from the hands of this

wicked Princess. She has the eyes of a deer already; let her have

the horns of one. If I can manage to set her up with a pair, I

will bet any money that I shall cease to want her for my wife. A

horned maiden is by no means lovely to look at.' So he plaited a

basket out of the long willows, and placed in it carefully both

sorts of plums. Then he walked bravely on for many days, having no

food but the berries by the wayside, and was in great danger from

wild beasts and savage men. But he feared nothing, except that his

plums should decay, and this never happened.

At last he came to a civilised country, and with the sale of some

jewels that he had about him on the evening of his flight he took

passage on board a vessel for the Low Countries. So, at the end of

a year and a day, he arrived at the capital of the kingdom.


The next day he put on a false beard and the dress of a date

merchant, and, taking a little table, he placed himself before the

door of the church.

He spread carefully out on a fine white cloth his Mirabelle plums,

which looked for all the world as if they had been freshly

gathered, and when he saw the Princess coming out of church he

began to call out in a feigned voice: 'Fine plums! lovely plums!'

'How much are they?' said the Princess.

'Fifty crowns each.'

'Fifty crowns! But what is there so very precious about them? Do

they give one wit, or will they increase one's beauty?'

'They could not increase what is perfect already, fair Princess,

but still they might add something.'

Rolling stones gather no moss, but they sometimes gain polish; and

the months which John had spent in roaming about the world had not

been wasted. Such a neatly turned compliment flattered Ludovine.

'What will they add?' she smilingly asked.

'You will see, fair Princess, when you taste them. It will be a

surprise for you.'

Ludovine's curiosity was roused. She drew out the purse and shook

out as many little heaps of fifty crowns as there were plums in

the basket. The little soldier was seized with a wild desire to

snatch the purse from her and proclaim her a thief, but he managed

to control himself.

His plums all sold, he shut up shop, took off his disguise,

changed his inn, and kept quiet, waiting to see what would happen.

No sooner had she reached her room than the Princess exclaimed,

'Now let us see what these fine plums can add to my beauty,' and

throwing off her hood, she picked up a couple and ate them.

Imagine with what surprise and horror she felt all of a sudden

that something was growing out of her forehead. She flew to her

mirror and uttered a piercing cry.

'Horns! so that was what he promised me! Let someone find the

plum-seller at once and bring him to me! Let his nose and ears be

cut off! Let him be flayed alive, or burnt at a slow fire and his

ashes scattered to the winds! Oh, I shall die of shame and


Her women ran at the sound of her screams, and tried to wrench off

the horns, but it was of no use, and they only gave her a violent


The King then sent round a herald to proclaim that he would give

the hand of the Princess to anyone who would rid her of her

strange ornaments. So all the doctors and sorcerers and surgeons

in the Low Countries and the neighbouring kingdoms thronged to the

palace, each with a remedy of his own. But it was all no good, and

the Princess suffered so much from their remedies that the King

was obliged to send out a second proclamation that anyone who

undertook to cure the Princess, and who failed to do it, should be

hanged up to the nearest tree.

But the prize was too great for any proclamation to put a stop to

the efforts of the crowd of suitors, and that year the orchards of

the Low Countries all bore a harvest of dead men.


The King had given orders that they should seek high and low for

the plum-seller, but in spite of all their pains, he was nowhere

to be found.

When the little soldier discovered that their patience was worn

out, he pressed the juice of the green Queen Claude plums into a

small phial, bought a doctor's robe, put on a wig and spectacles,

and presented himself before the King of the Low Countries. He

gave himself out as a famous physician who had come from distant

lands, and he promised that he would cure the Princess if only he

might be left alone with her.

'Another madman determined to be hanged,' said the King. 'Very

well, do as he asks; one should refuse nothing to a man with a

rope round his neck.'

As soon as the little soldier was in the presence of the Princess

he poured some drops of the liquid into a glass. The Princess had

scarcely tasted it, when the tip of the horns disappeared.

'They would have disappeared completely,' said the pretended

doctor, 'if there did not exist something to counteract the

effect. It is only possible to cure people whose souls are as

clean as the palm of my hand. Are you sure you have not committed

some little sin? Examine yourself well.'

Ludovine had no need to think over it long, but she was torn in

pieces between the shame of a humiliating confession, and the

desire to be unhorned. At last she made answer with downcast eyes,

'I have stolen a leather purse from a little soldier.'

'Give it to me. The remedy will not act till I hold the purse in

my hands.'

It cost Ludovine a great pang to give up the purse, but she

remembered that riches would not benefit her if she was still to

keep the horns.

With a sigh, she handed the purse to the doctor, who poured more

of the liquid into the glass, and when the Princess had drunk it,

she found that the horns had diminished by one half.

'You must really have another little sin on your conscience. Did

you steal nothing from this soldier but his purse?'

'I also stole from him his cloak.'

'Give it me.'

'Here it is.'

This time Ludovine thought to herself that when once the horns had

departed, she would call her attendants and take the things from

the doctor by force.

She was greatly pleased with this idea, when suddenly the

pretended physician wrapped himself in the cloak, flung away the

wig and spectacles, and showed to the traitress the face of the

Little Soldier.

She stood before him dumb with fright.

'I might,' said John, 'have left you horned to the end of your

days, but I am a good fellow and I once loved you, and besides--

you are too like the devil to have any need of his horns.'


John had wished himself in the house of the Seagull. Now the

Seagull was seated at the window, mending her net, and from time

to time her eyes wandered to the sea as if she was expecting

someone. At the noise made by the little soldier, she looked up

and blushed.

'So it is you!' she said. 'How did you get here?' And then she

added in a low voice, 'And have you married your Princess?'

Then John told her all his adventures, and when he had finished,

he restored to her the purse and the mantle.

'What can I do with them?' said she. 'You have proved to me that

happiness does not lie in the possession of treasures.'

'It lies in work and in the love of an honest woman,' replied the

little soldier, who noticed for the first time what pretty eyes

she had. 'Dear Seagull, will you have me for a husband?' and he

held out his hand.

'Yes, I will,' answered the fisher maiden, blushing very red, 'but

only on condition that we seal up the purse and the mantle in the

copper vessel and throw them into the sea.'

And this they did.

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