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from here. He is Lord of

all the fish in the sea—you can ask him. But do not forget to turn

the shoes round.’

 

The King thanked him, put on the shoes, and when he had got

to him who was Lord of all the fish in the sea, he turned the snow

shoes round, and back they went just as the others had gone, and

he asked once more where Whiteland was.

 

The man called the fish together with his horn, but none of

them knew anything about it. At last came an old, old pike, which

he had great difficulty in bringing home to him.

 

When he asked the pike, it said, `Yes, Whiteland is well known

to me, for I have been cook there these ten years. To-morrow

morning I have to go back there, for now the Queen, whose King is

staying away, is to marry some one else.’

 

`If that be the case I will give you a piece of advice,’ said the

man. `Not far from here on a moor stand three brothers, who have

stood there a hundred years fighting for a hat, a cloak, and a pair

of boots; if any one has these three things he can make himself

invisible, and if he desires to go to any place, he has but to wish and

he is there. You may tell them that you have a desire to try these

things, and then you will be able to decide which of the men is to

have them.’

 

So the King thanked him and went, and did what he had said.

 

`What is this that you are standing fighting about for ever

and ever?’ said he to the brothers; `let me make a trial of these

things, and then I will judge between you.’

 

They willingly consented to this, but when he had got the hat,

the cloak, and the boots, he said, `Next time we meet you shall have

my decision,’ and hereupon he wished himself away.

 

While he was going quickly through the air he fell in with the

North Wind.

 

`And where may you be going?’ said the North Wind.

 

`To Whiteland,’ said the King, and then he related what had

happened to him.

 

`Well,’ said the North Wind, `you can easily go a little quicker

than I can, for I have to puff and blow into every corner; but when

you get there, place yourself on the stairs by the side of the door,

and then I will come blustering in as if I wanted to blow down the

whole castle, and when the Prince who is to have your Queen

comes out to see what is astir, just take him by the throat and fling

him out, and then I will try to carry him away from court.’

 

As the North Wind had said, so did the King. He stood on the

stairs, and when the North Wind came howling and roaring, and

caught the roof and walls of the castle till they shook again, the

Prince went out to see what was the matter; but as soon as he came

the King took him by the neck and flung him out, and then the

North Wind laid hold of him and carried him off. And when he

was rid of him the King went into the castle. At first the Queen

did not know him, because he had grown so thin and pale from

having travelled so long and so sorrowfully; but when she saw her

ring she was heartily glad, and then the rightful wedding was held,

and held in such a way that it was talked about far and wide.[12]

 

[12] From J. Moe.

THE VOICE OF DEATH

ONCE upon a time there lived a man whose one wish and prayer

was to get rich. Day and night he thought of nothing else,

and at last his prayers were granted, and he became very wealthy.

Now being so rich, and having so much to lose, he felt that it would

be a terrible thing to die and leave all his possessions behind; so he

made up his mind to set out in search of a land where there was no

death. He got ready for his journey, took leave of his wife, and

started. Whenever he came to a new country the first question

that he asked was whether people died in that land, and when he

heard that they did, he set out again on his quest. At last he

reached a country where he was told that the people did not even

know the meaning of the word death. Our traveller was delighted

when he heard this, and said:

 

`But surely there are great numbers of people in your land, if

no one ever dies?’

 

`No,’ they replied, `there are not great numbers, for you see

from time to time a voice is heard calling first one and then another,

and whoever hears that voice gets up and goes away, and never

comes back.’

 

`And do they see the person who calls them,’ he asked, `or do

they only hear his voice?’

 

`They both see and hear him,’ was the answer.

 

Well, the man was amazed when he heard that the people were

stupid enough to follow the voice, though they knew that if they

went when it called them they would never return. And he went

back to his own home and got all his possessions together, and,

taking his wife and family, he set out resolved to go and live in that

country where the people did not die, but where instead they heard

a voice calling them, which they followed into a land from which

they never returned. For he had made up his own mind that when

he or any of his family heard that voice they would pay no heed to

it, however loudly it called.

 

After he had settled down in his new home, and had got everything

in order about him, he warned his wife and family that, unless

they wanted to die, they must on no account listen to a voice which

they might some day hear calling them.

 

For some years everything went well with them, and they lived

happily in their new home. But one day, while they were all sitting together round the table, his wife suddenly started up,

exclaiming in a loud voice:

 

`I am coming! I am coming!’

 

And she began to look round the room for her fur coat, but her

husband jumped up, and taking firm hold of her by the hand, held

her fast, and reproached her, saying:

 

`Don’t you remember what I told you? Stay where you are

unless you wish to die.’

 

`But don’t you hear that voice calling me?’ she answered. `I

am merely going to see why I am wanted. I shall come back

directly.’

 

So she fought and struggled to get away from her husband, and

to go where the voice summoned. But he would not let her go,

and had all the doors of the house shut and bolted. When she saw

that he had done this, she said:

 

`Very well, dear husband, I shall do what you wish, and remain

where I am.’

 

So her husband believed that it was all right, and that she had

thought better of it, and had got over her mad impulse to obey the

voice. But a few minutes later she made a sudden dash for one of

the doors, opened it and darted out, followed by her husband. He

caught her by the fur coat, and begged and implored her not to go,

for if she did she would certainly never return. She said nothing,

but let her arms fall backwards, and suddenly bending herself

forward, she slipped out of the coat, leaving it in her husband’s hands.

He, poor man, seemed turned to stone as he gazed after her hurrying

away from him, and calling at the top of her voice, as she

ran:

 

`I am coming! I am coming!’

 

When she was quite out of sight her husband recovered his wits

and went back into his house, murmuring:

 

`If she is so foolish as to wish to die, I can’t help it. I warned

and implored her to pay no heed to that voice, however loudly it

might call.’

 

Well, days and weeks and months and years passed, and

nothing happened to disturb the peace of the household. But one

day the man was at the barber’s as usual, being shaved. The shop

was full of people, and his chin had just been covered with a lather

of soap, when, suddenly starting up from the chair, he called out in

a loud voice:

 

`I won’t come, do you hear? I won’t come!’

 

The barber and the other people in the shop listened to him

with amazement. But again looking towards the door, he exclaimed:

 

`I tell you, once and for all, I do not mean to come, so go

away.’

 

And a few minutes later he called out again:

 

`Go away, I tell you, or it will be the worse for you. You may

call as much as you like but you will never get me to come.’

 

And he got so angry that you might have thought that some

one was actually standing at the door, tormenting him. At last

he jumped up, and caught the razor out of the barber’s hand,

exclaiming:

 

`Give me that razor, and I’ll teach him to let people alone for

the future.’

 

And he rushed out of the house as if he were running after some

one, whom no one else saw. The barber, determined not to lose

his razor, pursued the man, and they both continued running at full

speed till they had got well out of the town, when all of a sudden

the man fell head foremost down a precipice, and never was seen

again. So he too, like the others, had been forced against his will

to follow the voice that called him.

 

The barber, who went home whistling and congratulating

himself on the escape he had made, described what had happened, and

it was noised abroad in the country that the people who had gone

away, and had never returned, had all fallen into that pit; for till

then they had never known what had happened to those who had

heard the voice and obeyed its call.

 

But when crowds of people went out from the town to examine

the ill-fated pit that had swallowed up such numbers, and yet never

seemed to be full, they could discover nothing. All that they could

see was a vast plain, that looked as if it had been there since the

beginning of the world. And from that time the people of the

country began to die like ordinary mortals all the world over.[13]

 

[13] Roumanian Tales from the German of Mite Thremnitz.

THE SIX SILLIES

ONCE upon a time there was a young girl who reached the age of

thirty-seven without ever having had a lover, for she was so

foolish that no one wanted to marry her.

 

One day, however, a young man arrived to pay his addresses to

her, and her mother, beaming with joy, sent her daughter down to

the cellar to draw a jug of beer.

 

As the girl never came back the mother went down to see what

had become of her, and found her sitting on the stairs, her head in

her hands, while by her side the beer was running all over the floor,

as she had forgotten to close the tap. `What are you doing there?’