The Red Fairy Book. Various

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      ‘Yes,’ said Halvor, ‘he has only gone to break down a bit of spruce fir. It won’t be long before he is here.’ And then he asked them the way to Soria Moria Castle. They put him in the right way, and when he came in front of the castle it was so full of horses and people that it swarmed with them. But Halvor was so ragged and torn with following the West Wind through bushes and bogs that he kept on one side, and would not go among the crowd until the last day, when the feast was to be held at noon.

      So when, as was the usage and custom, all were to drink to the bride and the young girls who were present, the cup-bearer filled the cup for each in turn, both bride and bridegroom, and knights and servants, and at last, after a very long time, he came to Halvor. He drank their health, and then slipped the ring which the Princess had put on his finger when they were sitting by the waterside into the glass, and ordered the cup-bearer to carry the glass to the bride from him and greet her.

      Then the Princess at once rose up from the table, and said, ‘Who is most worthy to have one of us—he who has delivered us from the Trolls or he who is sitting here as bridegroom?’

      There could be but one opinion as to that, everyone thought, and when Halvor heard what they said he was not long in flinging off his beggar’s rags and arraying himself as a bridegroom.

      ‘Yes, he is the right one,’ cried the youngest Princess when she caught sight of him; so she flung the other out of the window and held her wedding with Halvor.(2)

      (2) From P. C. Asbjornsen.

THE DEATH OF KOSHCHEI THE DEATHLESS

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      IN a certain kingdom there lived a Prince Ivan. He had three sisters. The first was the Princess Marya, the second the Princess Olga, the third the Princess Anna. When their father and mother lay at the point of death, they had thus enjoined their son: ‘Give your sisters in marriage to the very first suitors who come to woo them. Don’t go keeping them by you!’

      They died, and the Prince buried them, and then, to solace his grief, he went with his sisters into the garden green to stroll. Suddenly the sky was covered by a black cloud; a terrible storm arose.

      ‘Let us go home, sisters!’ he cried.

      Hardly had they got into the palace, when the thunder pealed, the ceiling split open, and into the room where they were came flying a falcon bright. The Falcon smote upon the ground, became a brave youth, and said:

      ‘Hail, Prince Ivan! Before I came as a guest, but now I have come as a wooer! I wish to propose for your sister, the Princess Marya.’

      ‘If you find favour in the eyes of my sister, I will not interfere with her wishes. Let her marry you, in God’s name!’

      The Princess Marya gave her consent; the Falcon married her and bore her away into his own realm.

      Days follow days, hours chase hours; a whole year goes by. One day Prince Ivan and his two sisters went out to stroll in the garden green. Again there arose a storm-cloud, with whirlwind and lightning.

      ‘Let us go home, sisters!’ cries the Prince. Scarcely had they entered the palace when the thunder crashed, the roof burst into a blaze, the ceiling split in twain, and in flew an eagle. The Eagle smote upon the ground and became a brave youth.

      ‘Hail, Prince Ivan! I Before I came as a guest, but now I have come as a wooer!’

      And he asked for the hand of the Princess Olga. Prince Ivan replied:

      ‘If you find favour in the eyes of the Princess Olga, then let her marry you. I will not interfere with her liberty of choice.’

      The Princess Olga gave her consent and married the Eagle. The Eagle took her and carried her off to his own kingdom.

      Another year went by. Prince Ivan said to his youngest sister:

      ‘Let us go out and stroll in the garden green!’

      They strolled about for a time. Again there arose a storm-cloud, with whirlwind and lightning.

      ‘Let us return home, sister!’ said he.

      They returned home, but they hadn’t had time to sit down when the thunder crashed, the ceiling split open, and in flew a raven. The Raven smote upon the floor and became a brave youth. The former youths had been handsome, but this one was handsomer still.

      ‘Well, Prince Ivan! Before I came as a guest, but now I have come as a wooer! Give me the Princess Anna to wife.’

      ‘I won’t interfere with my sister’s freedom. If you gain her affections, let her marry you.’

      So the Princess Anna married the Raven, and he bore her away into his own realm. Prince Ivan was left alone. A whole year he lived without his sisters; then he grew weary, and said:

      ‘I will set out in search of my sisters.’

      He got ready for the journey, he rode and rode, and one day he saw a whole army lying dead on the plain. He cried aloud, ‘If there be a living man there, let him make answer! Who has slain this mighty host?’

      There replied unto him a living man:

      ‘All this mighty host has been slain by the fair Princess Marya Morevna.’

      Prince Ivan rode further on, and came to a white tent, and forth came to meet him the fair Princess Marya Morevna.

      ‘Hail, Prince!’ says she; ‘whither does God send you? and is it of your free will or against your will?’

      Prince Ivan replied, ‘Not against their will do brave youths ride!’

      ‘Well, if your business be not pressing, tarry awhile in my tent.’

      Thereat was Prince Ivan glad. He spent two nights in the tent, and he found favour in the eyes of Marya Morevna, and she married him. The fair Princess, Marya Morevna, carried him off into her own realm.

      They spent some time together, and then the Princess took it into her head to go a warring. So she handed over all the house-keeping affairs to Prince Ivan, and gave him these instructions:

      ‘Go about everywhere, keep watch over everything; only do not venture to look into that closet there.’

      He couldn’t help doing so. The moment Marya Morevna had gone he rushed to the closet, pulled open the door, and looked in—there hung Koshchei the Deathless, fettered by twelve chains. Then Koshchei entreated Prince Ivan, saying:

      ‘Have pity upon me and give me to drink! Ten years long have I been here in torment, neither eating nor drinking; my throat is utterly dried up.’

      The Prince gave him a bucketful of water; he drank it up and asked for more, saying:

      ‘A single bucket of water will not quench my thirst; give me more!’

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