Tales from the Fjeld: A Second Series of Popular Tales. Asbjørnsen Peter Christen

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      "All this he thought well-planned.

      "A little while after in came the sheriff; he was true to time, but as for his man, he had gone another way round by an inn, and there he sat still drinking.

      "'Good-day, sir,' he said.

      "'Axehaft,' said the ferryman.

      "'So, so," said the sheriff. 'How far off is it to the inn?'

      "'Right up to this twig,' said the man, and pointed a little way up the piece of timber.

      "The sheriff shook his head and stared at him open-mouthed.

      "'Where is your mistress, pray?'

      "'I am just going to tar her,' said the ferryman, 'for yonder she lies on the strand, split open at both ends.'

      "'Where is your daughter?'

      "'Oh, she stands in the stable, big with foal,' answered the man, who thought he answered very much to the purpose.

      "'Oh, go to hell with you,' said the sheriff.

      "'Very good; 'tis not so far off; when you get a bit up the hill, you'll soon get there,' said the man.

      "So the sheriff was floored, and went away."

      THE COMPANION

      We all thought Peter's three stories first rate, but he was not going to be put off with praise, and asked Anders if he knew The Companion.

      "Yes," was the answer, "but it's a long story, though a very good one."

      "If it's long, the sooner you begin it the better," said Peter; "and then it will be sooner over."

      Anders made no more mouths about it, but began:

THE COMPANION

      "Once on a time there was a farmer's son who dreamt that he was to marry a princess far, far out in the world. She was as red and white as milk and blood, and so rich there was no end to her riches. When he awoke he seemed to see her still standing bright and living before him, and he thought her so sweet and lovely that his life was not worth having unless he had her too. So he sold all he had, and set off into the world to find her out. Well, he went far, and farther than far, and about winter he came to a land where all the high-roads lay right straight on end; there wasn't a bend in any of them. When he had wandered on and on for a quarter of a year he came to a town, and outside the church-door lay a big block of ice, in which there stood a dead body, and the whole parish spat on it as they passed by to church. The lad wondered at this, and when the priest came out of church he asked him what it all meant.

      "'It is a great wrong-doer,' said the priest. 'He has been executed for his ungodliness, and set up there to be mocked and spat upon.'

      "'But what was his wrong-doing?' asked the lad.

      "'When he was alive here he was a vintner,' said the priest, 'and he mixed water with his wine.'

      "The lad thought that no such dreadful sin.

      "'Well,' he said, 'after he had atoned for it with his life, you might as well have let him have Christian burial and peace after death.'

      "But the priest said that could not be in any wise, for there must be folk to break him out of the ice, and money to buy a grave from the church; then the grave-digger must be paid for digging the grave, and the sexton for tolling the bell, and the clerk for singing the hymns, and the priest for sprinkling dust over him.

      "'Do you think now there would be any one who would be willing to pay all this for an executed sinner?'

      "'Yes,' said the lad. 'If he could only get him buried in Christian earth, he would be sure to pay for his funeral ale out of his scanty means.'

      "Even after that the priest hemmed and hawed; but when the lad came with two witnesses, and asked him right out in their hearing if he could refuse to sprinkle dust over the corpse, he was forced to answer that he could not.

      "So they broke the vintner out of the block of ice, and laid him in Christian earth, and they tolled the bell and sang hymns over him, and the priest sprinkled dust over him, and they drank his funeral ale till they wept and laughed by turns; but when the lad had paid for the ale he hadn't many pence left in his pocket.

      "He set off on his way again, but he hadn't got far ere a man overtook him who asked if he did not think it dull work walking on all alone.

      "No; the lad did not think it dull. 'I have always something to think about,' he said.

      "Then the man asked if he wouldn't like to have a servant.

      "'No,' said the lad; 'I am wont to be my own servant, therefore I have need of none; and even if I wanted one ever so much, I have no means to get one, for I have no money to pay for his food and wages.'

      "'You do need a servant, that I know better than you,' said the man, 'and you have need of one whom you can trust in life and death. If you won't have me as a servant, you may take me as your companion; I give you my word I will stand you in good stead, and it shan't cost you a penny. I will pay my own fare, and as for food and clothing, you shall have no trouble about them.'

      "Well, on those terms he was willing enough to have him as his companion; so after that they travelled together, and the man for the most part went on ahead and showed the lad the way.

      "So after they had travelled on and on from land to land, over hill and wood, they came to a crossfell that stopped the way. There the companion went up and knocked, and bade them open the door; and the rock opened sure enough, and when they got inside the hill up came an old witch with a chair, and asked them, 'Be so good as to sit down. No doubt ye are weary.'

      "'Sit on it yourself,' said the man. So she was forced to take her seat, and as soon as she sat down she stuck fast, for the chair was such that it let no one loose that came near it. Meanwhile they went about inside the hill, and the companion looked round till he saw a sword hanging over the door. That he would have, and if he got it he gave his word to the old witch that he would let her loose out of the chair.

      "'Nay, nay,' she screeched out; 'ask me anything else. Anything else you may have, but not that, for it is my Three-Sister Sword; we are three sisters who own it together.'

      "Very well; then you may sit there till the end of the world,' said the man. But when she heard that, she said he might have it if he would set her free.

      "So he took the sword and went off with it, and left her still sitting there.

      "When they had gone far, far away over naked fells and wide wastes, they came to another crossfell. There, too, the companion knocked and bade them open the door, and the same thing happened as happened before; the rock opened, and when they had got a good way into the hill another old witch came up to them with a chair and begged them to sit down. 'Ye may well be weary,' she said.

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