The Goat's Ears Of The Emperor Trojan

: The Violet Fairy Book

Once upon a time there lived an emperor whose name was Trojan,

and he had ears like a goat. Every morning, when he was shaved,

he asked if the man saw anything odd about him, and as each fresh

barber always replied that the emperor had goat's ears, he was at

once ordered to be put to death.

Now after this state of things had lasted a good while, there was

hardly a barber left in the town that could shave
the emperor,

and it came to be the turn of the Master of the Company of

Barbers to go up to the palace. But, unluckily, at the very

moment that he should have set out, the master fell suddenly ill,

and told one of his apprentices that he must go in his stead.

When the youth was taken to the emperor's bedroom, he was asked

why he had come and not his master. The young man replied that

the master was ill, and there was no one but himself who could be

trusted with the honour. The emperor was satisfied with the

answer, and sat down, and let a sheet of fine linen be put round

him. Directly the young barber began his work, he, like the

rest, remarked the goat's ears of the emperor, but when he had

finished and the emperor asked his usual question as to whether

the youth had noticed anything odd about him, the young man

replied calmly, 'No, nothing at all.' This pleased the emperor

so much that he gave him twelve ducats, and said, 'Henceforth you

shall come every day to shave me.'

So when the apprentice returned home, and the master inquired how

he had got on with the emperor, the young man answered, 'Oh, very

well, and he says I am to shave him every day, and he has given

me these twelve ducats'; but he said nothing about the goat's

ears of the emperor.

From this time the apprentice went regularly up to the palace,

receiving each morning twelve ducats in payment. But after a

while, his secret, which he had carefully kept, burnt within him,

and he longed to tell it to somebody. His master saw there was

something on his mind, and asked what it was. The youth replied

that he had been tormenting himself for some months, and should

never feel easy until some one shared his secret.

'Well, trust me,' said the master, 'I will keep it to myself; or,

if you do not like to do that, confess it to your pastor, or go

into some field outside the town and dig a hole, and, after you

have dug it, kneel down and whisper your secret three times into

the hole. Then put back the earth and come away.'

The apprentice thought that this seemed the best plan, and that

very afternoon went to a meadow outside the town, dug a deep

hole, then knelt and whispered to it three times over, 'The

Emperor Trojan has goat's ears.' And as he said so a great

burden seemed to roll off him, and he shovelled the earth

carefully back and ran lightly home.

Weeks passed away, and there sprang up in the hole an elder tree

which had three stems, all as straight as poplars. Some

shepherds, tending their flocks near by, noticed the tree growing

there, and one of them cut down a stem to make flutes of; but,

directly he began to play, the flute would do nothing but sing:

'The Emperor Trojan has goat's ears.' Of course, it was not long

before the whole town knew of this wonderful flute and what it

said; and, at last, the news reached the emperor in his palace.

He instantly sent for the apprentice and said to him:

'What have you been saying about me to all my people?'

The culprit tried to defend himself by saying that he had never

told anyone what he had noticed; but the emperor, instead of

listening, only drew his sword from its sheath, which so

frightened the poor fellow that he confessed exactly what he had

done, and how he had whispered the truth three times to the

earth, and how in that very place an elder tree had sprung up,

and flutes had been cut from it, which would only repeat the

words he had said. Then the emperor commanded his coach to be

made ready, and he took the youth with him, and they drove to the

spot, for he wished to see for himself whether the young man's

confession was true; but when they reached the place only one

stem was left. So the emperor desired his attendants to cut him

a flute from the remaining stem, and, when it was ready, he

ordered his chamberlain to play on it. But no tune could the

chamberlain play, though he was the best flute player about the

court--nothing came but the words, 'The Emperor Trojan has goat's

ears.' Then the emperor knew that even the earth gave up its

secrets, and he granted the young man his life, but he never

allowed him to be his barber any more.

[Volksmarchen der Serben.]