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And, lo and behold! it was written that this much-loved, much-prized

heir to all the great lands and castles was to marry a low-born maiden.

So the Baron was dismayed, and set to work by more arts and charms to

discover if this maiden were already born, and if so, where she lived.



And he found out that she had just been born in a very poor house, where

the poor parents were already burdened with five children.



So he called for his horse and rode away, and away, until he came to the

poor man's house, and there he found the poor man sitting at his

doorstep very sad and doleful.



"What is the matter, my friend?" asked he; and the poor man replied:



"May it please your honour, a little lass has just been born to our

house; and we have five children already, and where the bread is to come

from to fill the sixth mouth, we know not."



"If that be all your trouble," quoth the Baron readily, "mayhap I can

help you: so don't be down-hearted. I am just looking for such a little

lass to companion my son, so, if you will, I will give you ten crowns

for her."



Well! the man he nigh jumped for joy, since he was to get good money,

and his daughter, so he thought, a good home. Therefore he brought out

the child then and there, and the Baron, wrapping the babe in his cloak,

rode away. But when he got to the river he flung the little thing into

the swollen stream, and said to himself as he galloped back to his

castle:



"There goes Fate!"



But, you see, he was just sore mistaken. For the little lass didn't

sink. The stream was very swift, and her long clothes kept her up till

she caught in a snag just opposite a fisherman, who was mending his

nets.



Now the fisherman and his wife had no children, and they were just

longing for a baby; so when the goodman saw the little lass he was

overcome with joy, and took her home to his wife, who received her with

open arms.



And there she grew up, the apple of their eyes, into the most beautiful

maiden that ever was seen.



Now, when she was about fifteen years of age, it so happened that the

Baron and his friends went a-hunting along the banks of the river and

stopped to get a drink of water at the fisherman's hut. And who should

bring the water out but, as they thought, the fisherman's daughter.



Now the young men of the party noticed her beauty, and one of them said

to the Baron, "She should marry well; read us her fate, since you are so

learned in the art."



Then the Baron, scarce looking at her, said carelessly: "I could guess

her fate! Some wretched yokel or other. But, to please you, I will cast

her horoscope by the stars; so tell me, girl, what day you were born?"



"That I cannot tell, sir," replied the girl, "for I was picked up in the

river about fifteen years ago."



Then the Baron grew pale, for he guessed at once that she was the little

lass he had flung into the stream, and that Fate had been stronger than

he was. But he kept his own counsel and said nothing at the time.

Afterwards, however, he thought out a plan, so he rode back and gave the

girl a letter.



"See you!" he said. "I will make your fortune. Take this letter to my

brother, who needs a good girl, and you will be settled for life."



Now the fisherman and his wife were growing old and needed help; so the

girl said she would go, and took the letter.



And the Baron rode back to his castle saying to himself once more:



"There goes Fate!"



For what he had written in the letter was this:



"DEAR BROTHER,



"Take the bearer and put her to death immediately."



But once again he was sore mistaken; since on the way to the town where

his brother lived, the girl had to stop the night in a little inn. And

it so happened that that very night a gang of thieves broke into the

inn, and not content with carrying off all that the innkeeper possessed,

they searched the pockets of the guests, and found the letter which the

girl carried. And when they read it, they agreed that it was a mean

trick and a shame. So their captain sat down and, taking pen and paper,

wrote instead:



"DEAR BROTHER,



"Take the bearer and marry her to my son without delay."



Then, after putting the note into an envelope and sealing it up, they

gave it to the girl and bade her go on her way. So when she arrived at

the brother's castle, though rather surprised, he gave orders for a

wedding feast to be prepared. And the Baron's son, who was staying with

his uncle, seeing the girl's great beauty, was nothing loth, so they

were fast wedded.



Well! when the news was brought to the Baron, he was nigh beside

himself; but he was determined not to be done by Fate. So he rode

post-haste to his brother's and pretended to be quite pleased. And then

one day, when no one was nigh, he asked the young bride to come for a

walk with him, and when they were close to some cliffs, seized hold of

her, and was for throwing her over into the sea. But she begged hard for

her life.



"It is not my fault," she said. "I have done nothing. It is Fate. But if

you will spare my life I promise that I will fight against Fate also. I

will never see you or your son again until you desire it. That will be

safer for you; since, see you, the sea may preserve me, as the river

did."



Well! the Baron agreed to this. So he took off his gold ring from his

finger and flung it over the cliffs into the sea and said:



"Never dare to show me your face again till you can show me that ring

likewise."



And with that he let her go.



Well! the girl wandered on, and she wandered on, until she came to a

nobleman's castle; and there, as they needed a kitchen girl, she engaged

as a scullion, since she had been used to such work in the fisherman's

hut.



Now one day, as she was cleaning a big fish, she looked out of the

kitchen window, and who should she see driving up to dinner but the

Baron and his young son, her husband. At first she thought that, to keep

her promise, she must run away; but afterwards she remembered they would

not see her in the kitchen, so she went on with her cleaning of the big

fish.



And, lo and behold! she saw something shine in its inside, and there,

sure enough, was the Baron's ring! She was glad enough to see it, I can

tell you; so she slipped it on to her thumb. But she went on with her

work, and dressed the fish as nicely as ever she could, and served it up

as pretty as may be, with parsley sauce and butter.



Well! when it came to table the guests liked it so well that they asked

the host who cooked it. And he called to his servants, "Send up the cook

who cooked that fine fish, that she may get her reward."



Well! when the girl heard she was wanted she made herself ready, and

with the gold ring on her thumb, went boldly into the dining-hall. And

all the guests when they saw her were struck dumb by her wonderful

beauty. And the young husband started up gladly; but the Baron,

recognising her, jumped up angrily and looked as if he would kill her.

So, without one word, the girl held up her hand before his face, and the

gold ring shone and glittered on it; and she went straight up to the

Baron, and laid her hand with the ring on it before him on the table.



Then the Baron understood that Fate had been too strong for him; so he

took her by the hand, and, placing her beside him, turned to the guests

and said:



"This is my son's wife. Let us drink a toast in her honour."



And after dinner he took her and his son home to his castle, where they

all lived as happy as could be for ever afterwards.









[Illustration: Headpiece--Lawkamercyme]



LAWKAMERCYME





There was an old woman, as I've heard tell,

She went to the market her eggs for to sell;

She went to the market, all on a market-day,

And she fell asleep on the king's highway.



There came by a pedlar, whose name it was Stout,

He cut all her petticoats all round about;

He cut her petticoats up to the knees,

Which made the old woman to shiver and freeze.



When this old woman first did awake,

She 'gan to shiver, she 'gan to shake;

She 'gan to wonder, she 'gan to cry--

"Lawkamercyme! this is none of I!



"But if it be I, as I do hope it be,

I've a little dog at home, and sure he'll know me;

If it be I, he'll wag his little tail,

And if it be not I, then he'll bark and wail."



Home went the old woman, all in the dark;

Up got the little dog, and he began to bark,

He began to bark, and she began to cry--

"Lawkamercyme! this is none of I!"









[Illustration: A funny-looking old gentleman engaged her and took her

home]