The Complete Fairy Books. Andrew Lang

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      ‘Well,’ said the old woman, ‘there are three of us sisters; it may be that one of the other two knows where he is to be found. You shall have the loan of my horse and carriage, and then you will get there by night; but her house is three hundred miles off, go the nearest way you will.’

      The man set out and got there at night. When he arrived, this old woman also was standing drawing water out of the well with her nose.

      ‘Good-evening, mother,’ said the man.

      ‘Good-evening to you,’ said the old woman. ‘No one has ever called me mother this hundred years.’

      ‘Can I lodge here to-night?’ said the man.

      ‘No,’ said the old woman.

      Then he took out the roll of tobacco, took a whiff, and gave the old woman some snuff on the back of her hand. Then she was so delighted that she began to dance, and the man got leave to stay all night. It was not long before he began to ask about Farmer Weatherbeard.

      She knew nothing about him, but she ruled over all the fishes, she said, and perhaps some of them might know something. So she gathered them all together by blowing a whistle which she had, and questioned them, but there was not one of them which knew anything about Farmer Weatherbeard.

      ‘Well,’ said the old woman, ‘I have another sister; perhaps she may know something about him. She lives six hundred miles off, but you shall have my horse and carriage, and then you will get there by nightfall.’

      So the man set off and he got there by nightfall. The old woman was standing raking the fire, and she was doing it with her nose, so long it was.

      ‘Good-evening, mother,’ said the man.

      ‘Good-evening to you,’ said the old woman. ‘No one has called me mother this hundred years.’

      ‘Can I lodge here to-night?’ said the man.

      ‘No,’ said the old woman. But the man pulled out his roll of tobacco again, and filled his pipe with some of it, and gave the old woman enough snuff to cover the back of her hand. Then she was so delighted that she began to dance, and the man got leave to stay in her house. It was not long before he asked about Farmer Weatherbeard. She knew nothing at all about him, she said, but she governed all the birds; and she gathered them together with her whistle. When she questioned them all, the eagle was not there, but it came soon afterwards, and when asked, it said that it had just come from Farmer Weatherbeard’s. Then the old woman said that it was to guide the man to him. But the eagle would have something to eat first, and then it wanted to wait until the next day, for it was so tired with the long journey that it was scarcely able to rise from the earth.

      When the eagle had had plenty of food and rest, the old woman plucked a feather out of its tail, and set the man in the feather’s place, and then the bird flew away with him, but they did not get to Farmer Weatherbeard’s before midnight.

      When they got there the Eagle said: ‘There are a great many dead bodies lying outside the door, but you must not concern yourself about them. The people who are inside the house are all so sound asleep that it will not be easy to awake them; but you must go straight to the table-drawer, and take out three bits of bread, and if you hear anyone snoring, pluck three feathers from his head; he will not waken for that.’

      The man did this; when he had got the bits of bread he first plucked out one feather.

      ‘Oof!’ screamed Farmer Weatherbeard.

      So the man plucked out another, and then Farmer Weatherbeard shrieked ‘Oof!’ again; but when the man had plucked the third, Farmer Weatherbeard screamed so loudly that the man thought that brick and mortar would be rent in twain, but for all that he went on sleeping. And now the Eagle told the man what he was to do next, and he did it. He went to the stable door, and there he stumbled against a hard stone, which he picked up, and beneath it lay three splinters of wood, which he also picked up. He knocked at the stable door and it opened at once. He threw down the three little bits of bread and a hare came out and ate them. He caught the hare. Then the Eagle told him to pluck three feathers out of its tail, and put in the hare, the stone, the splinters of wood and himself instead of them, and then he would be able to carry them all home.

      When the Eagle had flown a long way it alighted on a stone.

      ‘Do you see anything?’ it asked.

      ‘Yes; I see a flock of crows coming flying after us,’ said the man.

      ‘Then we shall do well to fly on a little farther,’ said the Eagle, and off it set.

      In a short time it asked again, ‘Do you see anything now?’

      ‘Yes; now the crows are close behind us,’ said the man.

      ‘Then throw down the three feathers which you plucked out of his head,’ said the Eagle.

      So the man did this, and no sooner had he flung them down than the feathers became a flock of ravens, which chased the crows home again. Then the Eagle flew on much farther with the man, but at length it alighted on a stone for a while.

      ‘Do you see anything?’ it said.

      ‘I am not quite certain,’ said the man, ‘but I think I see something coming in the far distance.’

      ‘Then we shall do well to fly on a little farther,’ said the Eagle, and away it went.

      ‘Do you see anything now?’ it said, after some time had gone by.

      ‘Yes; now they are close behind us,’ said the man.

      ‘Then throw down the splinters of wood which you took from beneath the gray stone by the stable door,’ said the Eagle. The man did this, and no sooner had he flung them down than they grew up into a great thick wood, and Farmer Weatherbeard had to go home for an axe to cut his way through it. So the Eagle flew on a long, long way, but then it grew tired and sat down on a fir tree.

      ‘Do you see anything?’ it asked.

      ‘Yes; I am not quite certain,’ said the man, ‘but I think I can catch a glimpse of something far, far away.’

      ‘Then we shall do well to fly on a little farther,’ said the Eagle, and it set off again.

      ‘Do you see anything now?’ it said after some time had gone by.

      ‘Yes; he is close behind us now,’ said the man.

      ‘Then you must fling down the great stone which you took away from the stable door,’ said the Eagle.

      The man did so, and it turned into a great high mountain of stone, which Farmer Weatherbeard had to break his way through before he could follow them. But when he had got to the middle of the mountain he broke one of his legs, so he had to go home to get it put right.

      While he was doing this the Eagle flew off to the man’s home with him, and with the hare, and when they had got home the man went to the churchyard, and had some Christian earth laid upon the hare, and then it turned into his son Jack.

      When the time came for the fair the youth turned himself into a light-coloured horse, and bade his father go СКАЧАТЬ