The Shoemaker's Apron: A Second Book of Czechoslovak Fairy Tales and Folk Tales. Fillmore Parker

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СКАЧАТЬ he was further mystified.

      "Um," he murmured, "it looks like a snake to me."

      He put it on the fire and, when it was broiled to a turn, he ate a morsel. It had a fine flavor. He was about to take a second bite when suddenly he heard a little voice that buzzed in his ear these words:

      "Give us some, too! Give us some, too!"

      He looked around to see who was speaking but there was no one in the kitchen. Only some flies were buzzing about.

      Just then outside a hissing voice called out:

      "Where shall we go? Where shall we go?"

      A higher voice answered:

      "To the miller's barley field! To the miller's barley field!"

      Yirik looked out the window and saw a gander with a flock of geese.

      "Oho!" he said to himself, shaking his head. "Now I understand! Now I know what kind of 'fish' this is! Now I know why the poor cook was not to take a bite!"

      He slipped another morsel into his mouth, garnished the "fish" carefully on a platter, and carried it to the king.

      After dinner the king ordered his horse and told Yirik to come with him for a ride. The king rode on ahead and Yirik followed.

      As they cantered across a green meadow, Yirik's horse began to prance and neigh.

      "Ho! Ho!" he said. "I feel so light that I could jump over a mountain!"

      "So could I," the king's horse said, "but I have to remember the old bag of bones that is perched on my back. If I were to jump he'd tumble off and break his neck."

      "And a good thing, too!" said Yirik's horse. "Why not? Then instead of such an old bag of bones you'd get a young man to ride you like Yirik."

      Yirik almost burst out laughing as he listened to the horses' talk, but he suppressed his merriment lest the king should know that he had eaten some of the magic snake.

      Now of course the king, too, understood what the horses were saying. He glanced apprehensively at Yirik and it seemed to him that Yirik was grinning.

      "What are you laughing at, Yirik?"

      "Me?" Yirik said. "I'm not laughing. I was just thinking of something funny."

      "Um," said the king.

      His suspicions against Yirik were aroused. Moreover he was afraid to trust himself to his horse any longer. So he turned back to the palace at once.

      There he ordered Yirik to pour him out a goblet of wine.

      "And I warn you," he said, "that you forfeit your head if you pour a drop too much or too little."

      Yirik carefully tilted a great tankard and began filling a goblet. As he poured a bird suddenly flew into the window pursued by another bird. The first bird had in its beak three golden hairs.

      "Give them to me! Give them to me! They're mine!" screamed the second bird.

      "I won't! I won't! They're mine!" the first bird answered. "I picked them up!"

      "Yes, but I saw them first!" the other cried. "I saw them fall as the maiden sat and combed her golden tresses. Give me two of them and I'll let you keep the third."

      "No! No! No! I won't let you have one of them!"

      The second bird darted angrily at the first and after a struggle succeeded in capturing one of the golden hairs. One hair dropped to the marble floor, making as it struck a musical tinkle, and the first bird escaped still holding in its bill a single hair.

      In his excitement over the struggle, Yirik overflowed the goblet.

      "Ha! Ha!" said the king. "See what you've done! You forfeit your head! However, I'll suspend sentence on condition that you find this golden-haired maiden and bring her to me for a wife."

      Poor Yirik didn't know who the maiden was nor where she lived. But what could he say? If he wanted to keep his head, he must undertake the quest. So he saddled his horse and started off at random.

      His road led him through a forest. Here he came upon a bush under which some shepherds had kindled a fire. Sparks were falling on an anthill nearby and the ants in great excitement were running hither and thither with their eggs.

      "Yirik!" they cried. "Help! Help, or we shall all be burned to death, we and our young ones in the eggs!"

      Yirik instantly dismounted, cut down the burning bush, and put out the fire.

      "Thank you, Yirik, thank you!" the ants said. "Your kindness to us this day will not go unrewarded. If ever you are in trouble, think of us and we will help you."

      As Yirik rode on through the forest, he came upon two fledgling ravens lying by the path.

      "Help us, Yirik, help us!" they cawed. "Our father and mother have thrown us out of the nest in yonder tall fir tree to fend for ourselves. We are young and helpless and not yet able to fly. Give us some meat to eat or we shall perish with hunger."

      The sight of the helpless fledglings touched Yirik to pity. He dismounted instantly, drew his sword, and killed his horse. Then he fed the starving birds the meat they needed.

      "Thank you, Yirik, thank you!" the little ravens croaked. "You have saved our lives this day. Your kindness will not go unrewarded. If ever you are in trouble, think of us and we will help you."

      Yirik left the young ravens and pushed on afoot. The path through the forest was long and wearisome. It led out finally on the seashore.

      On the beach two fishermen were quarreling over a big fish with golden scales that lay gasping on the sand.

      "It's mine, I tell you!" one of the men was shouting. "It was caught in my net, so of course it's mine!"

      To this the other one shouted back:

      "But your net would never have caught a fish if you hadn't been out in my boat and if I hadn't helped you!"

      "Give me this one," the first man said, "and I'll let you have the next one."

      "No! You take the next one!" the other said. "This one's mine!"

      So they kept on arguing to no purpose until Yirik went up to them and said:

      "Let me decide this for you. Suppose you sell me the fish and then divide the money."

      He offered them all the money the king had given him for his journey. The fishermen, delighted at the offer, at once agreed. Yirik handed them over the money and then, taking the gasping fish in his hand, he threw it back into the sea.

      When the fish had caught its breath, it rose on a wave and called out to Yirik:

      "Thank you, Yirik, thank you. You have saved my life this day. Your kindness will not go unrewarded. If ever you are in trouble, think of me and I will help you."

      With that the golden fish flicked its tail and disappeared in the water.

      "Where are you going, Yirik?" the fishermen asked.

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