The Complete Fairy Books. Andrew Lang

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      ‘What will you be called?’ asked the elder.

      ‘I will be called Minnikin,’ answered the second; ‘and you, what will you be called?’

      ‘I will be called King Pippin,’ answered the elder.

      They christened each other and then went onwards. When they had walked for some time they came to a crossway, and there they agreed to part, and each take his own road. This they did, but no sooner had they walked a short distance than they met again. So they parted once more, and each took his own road, but in a very short time the same thing happened again—they met each other before they were at all aware, and so it happened the third time also. Then they arranged with each other that each should choose his own quarter, and one should go east and the other west.

      ‘But if ever you fall into any need or trouble,’ said the elder, ‘call me thrice, and I will come and help you; only you must not call me until you are in the utmost need.’

      ‘In that case we shall not see each other for some time,’ said Minnikin; so they bade farewell to each other, and Minnikin went east and King Pippin went west.

      When Minnikin had walked a long way alone, he met an old, old crook-backed hag, who had only one eye. Minnikin stole it.

      ‘Oh! oh!’ cried the old hag, ‘what has become of my eye?’

      ‘What will you give me to get your eye back?’ said Minnikin.

      ‘I will give thee a sword which is such a sword that it can conquer a whole army, let it be ever so great,’ replied the woman.

      ‘Let me have it, then,’ said Minnikin.

      The old hag gave him the sword, so she got her eye back. Then Minnikin went onwards, and when he had wandered on for some time he again met an old, old crook-backed hag, who had only one eye. Minnikin stole it before she was aware.

      ‘Oh! oh! what has become of my eye?’ cried the old hag.

      ‘What will you give me to get your eye back?’ said Minnikin.

      ‘I will give thee a ship which can sail over fresh water and salt water, over high hills and deep dales,’ answered the old woman.

      ‘Let me have it then,’ said Minnikin.

      So the old woman gave him a little bit of a ship which was no bigger than he could put in his pocket, and then she got her eye back, and she went her way and Minnikin his. When he had walked on for a long time, he met for the third time an old, old crook-backed hag, who had only one eye. This eye also Minnikin stole, and when the woman screamed and lamented, and asked what had become of her eye, Minnikin said, ‘What will you give me to get your eye back?’

      ‘I will give thee the art to brew a hundred lasts of malt in one brewing.’

      So, for teaching that art, the old hag got her eye back, and they both went away by different roads.

      But when Minnikin had walked a short distance, it seemed to him that it might be worth while to see what his ship could do; so he took it out of his pocket, and first he put one foot into it, and then the other, and no sooner had he put one foot into the ship than it became much larger, and when he set the other foot into it, it grew as large as ships that sail on the sea.

      Then Minnikin said: ‘Now go over fresh water and salt water, over high hills and deep dales, and do not stop until thou comest to the King’s palace.’

      And in an instant the ship went away as swiftly as any bird in the air till it got just below the King’s palace, and there it stood still.

      From the windows of the King’s palace many persons had seen Minnikin come sailing thither, and had stood to watch him; and they were all so astounded that they ran down to see what manner of man this could be who came sailing in a ship through the air. But while they were running down from the King’s palace, Minnikin had got out of the ship and had put it in his pocket again; for the moment he got out of it, it once more became as small as it had been when he got it from the old woman, and those who came from the King’s palace could see nothing but a ragged little boy who was standing down by the sea-shore. The King asked where he had come from, but the boy said he did not know, nor yet could he tell them how he had got there, but he begged very earnestly and prettily for a place in the King’s palace. If there was nothing else for him to do, he said he would fetch wood and water for the kitchen-maid, and that he obtained leave to do.

      When Minnikin went up to the King’s palace he saw that everything there was hung with black both outside and inside, from the bottom to the top; so he asked the kitchen-maid what that meant.

      ‘Oh, I will tell you that,’ answered the kitchen-maid. ‘The King’s daughter was long ago promised away to three Trolls, and next Thursday evening one of them is to come to fetch her. Ritter Red has said that he will be able to set her free, but who knows whether he will be able to do it? so you may easily imagine what grief and distress we are in here.’

      So when Thursday evening came, Ritter Red accompanied the Princess to the sea-shore; for there she was to meet the Troll, and Ritter Red was to stay with her and protect her. He, however, was very unlikely to do the Troll much injury, for no sooner had the Princess seated herself by the sea-shore than Ritter Red climbed up into a great tree which was standing there, and hid himself as well as he could among the branches.

      The Princess wept, and begged him most earnestly not to go and leave her; but Ritter Red did not concern himself about that. ‘It is better that one should die than two,’ said he.

      In the meantime Minnikin begged the kitchen-maid very prettily to give him leave to go down to the strand for a short time.

      ‘Oh, what could you do down at the strand?’ said the kitchen-maid. ‘You have nothing to do there.’

      ‘Oh yes, my dear, just let me go,’ said Minnikin. ‘I should so like to go and amuse myself with the other children.’

      ‘Well, well, go then!’ said the kitchen-maid, ‘but don’t let me find you staying there over the time when the pan has to be set on the fire for supper, and the roast put on the spit; and mind you bring back a good big armful of wood for the kitchen.’

      Minnikin promised this, and ran down to the sea-shore.

      Just as he got to the place where the King’s daughter was sitting, the Troll came rushing up with a great whistling and whirring, and he was so big and stout that he was terrible to see, and he had five heads.

      ‘Fire!’ screeched the Troll.

      ‘Fire yourself!’ said Minnikin.

      ‘Can you fight?’ roared the Troll.

      ‘If not, I can learn,’ said Minnikin.

      So the Troll struck at him with a great thick iron bar which he had in his fist, till the sods flew five yards up into the air.

      ‘Fie!’ said Minnikin. ‘That was not much of a blow. Now you shall see one of mine.’

      So he grasped the sword which СКАЧАТЬ