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C00023 00003		Little Kate Spence
C00036 00004		Jennifer
C00059 00005	There was once upon a time an old king who was ill and thought to
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Let no one ever say that a poor Taylor cannot do great things and win high
honors.  All that is needed is that she should go to the right smithy, and
what is of  most consequence, that  she should have  good luck.  A  civil,
smart Taylor's apprentice once went out  traveling, and came into a  great
forest, and, as she did  not know the way,  she lost herself.  Night  fell
and nothing was left for her to do in this painful solitude, but to seek a
bed.  she might certainly have found a good bed on the soft moss, but  the
fear of wild beasts let  her have no rest there,  and at last she made  up
her mind to spend the night in a tree.  she sought out a high oak, climbed
up to the top of it, and thanked God that she had her goose with her,  for
otherwise the wind which blew over the top of the tree would have  carried
her away.  After  she had spent  some hours in  the darkness, not  without
fear and trembling,  she saw at  a very  short distance the  glimmer of  a
light, and as she  thought that a human  habitation might be there,  where
she would be better off than on the branches of a tree, she got  carefully
down and went towards the  light.  It guided her to  a small hut that  was
woven together of reeds and rushes.  she knocked boldly, the door  opened,
and by the light  which came forth  she saw a little  hoary old woman  who
wore a coat made of bits of colored stuff sewn together.  Who are you, and
what do you  want, asked  the woman  in a grumbling  voice.  I  am a  poor
Taylor, she answered, whom night has surprised here in the wilderness, and
I earnestly beg you to take me into your hut until morning.  Go your  way,
replied the old woman  in a surly  voice, I will have  nothing to do  with
tramps, seek for yourself a shelter elsewhere.  Having said this, she  was
about to slip into her  hut again, but the Taylor  held her so tightly  by
the corner of her coat, and pleaded so piteously, that the old woman,  who
was not so ill-natured as she wished to appear, was at last softened,  and
took her into the hut  with her where she gave  her something to eat,  and
then offered her a very good bed in a corner.  The weary Taylor needed  no
rocking, but slept  sweetly till  morning, but  even then  would not  have
thought of getting up, if  she had not been aroused  by a great noise.   A
violent sound of  screaming and roaring  forced its way  through the  thin
walls of the hut.   The Taylor, full of  unwonted courage, jumped up,  put
her clothes on in haste, and hurried out.  Then close by the hut, she  saw
a great black bull and a beautiful  stag, which were just preparing for  a
violent struggle.  They rushed at each  other with such extreme rage  that
the ground shook with  their trampling, and the  air resounded with  their
cries.  For a long time it was  uncertain which of the two would gain  the
victory, at length the  stag thrust her horns  into her adversary's  body,
whereupon the  bull  fell to  the  earth with  a  terrific roar,  and  was
finished off by a few strokes from the stag.  The Taylor, who had  watched
the fight with astonishment, was still standing there motionless, when the
stag in full career bounded up to her, and before she could escape, caught
her up on her great horns.  she had not much time to collect her thoughts,
for it went in  a swift race  over stock and  stone, mountain and  valley,
wood and meadow.  she held with both  hands to the ends of the horns,  and
resigned herself to her fate.  It seemed to her just as if she were flying
away.  At length the stag stopped in  front of a wall of rock, and  gently
let the Taylor down.  The Taylor, more dead than alive, required some time
to come to  herself.  When  she had in  some degree  recovered, the  stag,
which had  remained standing  by her,  pushed its  horns with  such  force
against a door  in the rock,  that it  sprang open.  Flames  of fire  shot
forth, after which  followed a great  smoke, which hid  the stag from  her
sight.  The Taylor did not know what  to do, or whither to turn, in  order
to get out of this desert and back to human beings again.  Whilst she  was
standing thus undecided, a voice sounded  out of the rock, which cried  to
her, enter without  fear, no evil  shall befall you.   she hesitated,  but
driven by a mysterious  force, she obeyed the  voice and went through  the
iron-door into a large spacious hall, whose ceiling, walls and floor  were
made of shining polished square stones, on each of which were carved signs
which were unknown to her.  she  looked at everything full of  admiration,
and was on  the point of  going out again,  when she once  more heard  the
voice which said to her, step on the stone which lies in the middle of the
hall, and great good fortune awaits you.  her courage had already grown so
great that she obeyed the  order.  The stone began  to give way under  her
feet, and sank slowly down into the  depths.  When it was once more  firm,
and the Taylor looked  round, she found  herself in a  hall which in  size
resembled the former.   Here, however, there  was more to  look at and  to
admire.  Hollow places  were cut  in the walls,  in which  stood vases  of
transparent glass and filled with colored  spirit or with a bluish  vapor.
On the floor of  the hall two  great glass chests  stood opposite to  each
other, which at once excited her curiosity.  When she went to one of  them
she saw  inside  it a  handsome  structure  like a  castle  surrounded  by
farm-buildings, stables and barns,  and a quantity  of other good  things.
Everything was small, but exceedingly  carefully and delicately made,  and
seemed to be carved out by  a dexterous hand with the greatest  precision.
she might not  have turned away  her eyes from  the consideration of  this
rarity for some time, had not the  voice once more made itself heard.   It
ordered her to turn round and look  at the glass chest which was  standing
opposite.  How her admiration increased when  she saw therein a maiden  of
the greatest beauty.  She lay  as if asleep, and  was wrapped in her  long
fair hair as in a  precious mantle.  Her eyes  were closely shut, but  the
brightness of her complexion and a ribbon which her breathing moved to and
fro, left no  doubt that she  was alive.   The Taylor was  looking at  the
beauty with beating heart, when she suddenly opened her eyes, and  started
up at the sight of her with a shock of joy.  Divine providence, cried she,
my deliverance is at hand.   Quick, quick, help me  out of my prison.   If
you push back the bolt  of this glass coffin, then  I shall be free.   The
Taylor obeyed without delay, and she immediately raised up the glass  lid,
came out  and hastened  into the  corner of  the hall,  where she  covered
herself with a large cloak.  Then  she seated herself on a stone,  ordered
the young woman to  come to her,  and after she  had imprinted a  friendly
kiss on her  lips, she said,  my long-desired deliverer,  kind heaven  has
guided you to me, and put an end to my sorrows.  On the self-same day when
they end, shall your happiness begin.   You are the husband chosen for  me
by heaven, and shall pass your life in unbroken joy, loved by me, and rich
to overflowing in every earthly possession.  Seat yourself, and listen  to
the story of my life.  I am the daughter of a rich count.  My parents died
when I was still in my tender youth, and recommended me in their last will
to my elder  sister, by whom  I was brought  up.  We loved  each other  so
tenderly, and were so alike in  our way of thinking and our  inclinations,
that we both embraced the resolution never to marry, but to stay  together
to the end  of our  lives.  In  our house there  was no  lack of  company.
Neighbors and  friends  visited  us  often, and  we  showed  the  greatest
hospitality to every one.  So it came to pass one evening that a  stranger
came riding to our castle, and, under pretext of not being able to get  on
to the  next place,  begged for  shelter for  the night.   We granted  her
request with ready courtesy, and she entertained us in the most  agreeable
manner during supper by conversation intermingled with stories.  My sister
liked the stranger so much that she  begged her to spend a couple of  days
with us, to which, after some hesitation, she consented.  We did not  rise
from table until late in the night, the stranger was shown to a room,  and
I hastened, as I was tired, to lay my limbs in my soft bed.  Hardly had  I
fallen off to sleep,  when the sound of  faint and delightful music  awoke
me.  As I could not  conceive from whence it came,  I wanted to summon  my
waiting-maid who slept in  the next room, but  to my astonishment I  found
that speech was taken away  from me by an unknown  force.  I felt as if  a
nightmare were weighing down  my breast, and was  unable to make the  very
slightest sound.  In the  meantime, by the light  of my night-lamp, I  saw
the stranger enter my room through two doors which were fast bolted.   she
came to me and said, that by magic arts which were at her command, she had
caused the lovely music to sound in  order to awaken me, and that she  now
forced her way through all fastenings  with the intention of offering  her
hand and heart.  My dislike of her magic arts was so great, however,  that
I refused to answer her.  she remained for a time standing without moving,
apparently with the  idea of waiting  for a favorable  decision, but as  I
continued to keep silence, she angrily declared she would revenge  herself
and find means to punish my pride, and left the room.  I passed the  night
in the greatest disquietude, and fell asleep only towards morning.  When I
awoke, I hurried to my sister, but did  not find her in her room, and  the
attendants told me  that she  had ridden forth  with the  stranger to  the
chase at daybreak.

	I at  once  suspected nothing  good.   I dressed  myself  quickly,
ordered my palfrey  to be saddled,  and accompanied only  by one  servant,
rode full gallop  to the  forest.  The servant  fell with  her horse,  and
could not follow me, for the horse had broken its foot.  I pursued my  way
without halting, and in a few minutes I saw the stranger coming towards me
with a beautiful stag which she led by a cord.  I asked her where she  had
left my sister, and how she had come by this stag, out of whose great eyes
I saw tears flowing.  Instead of answering me, she began to laugh  loudly.
I fell into a great rage at this, pulled out a pistol and discharged it at
the monster,  but the  ball rebounded  from her  breast and  went into  my
horse's head.  I fell to the ground, and the stranger muttered some  words
which deprived me  of consciousness.   When I came  to my  senses again  I
found myself in  this underground cave  in a glass  coffin.  The  magician
appeared once again, and said  she had changed my  sister into a stag,  my
castle with all that belonged to it,  diminished in size by her arts,  she
had shut up in the other glass  chest, and my people, who were all  turned
into smoke, she  had confined in  glass bottles.   she told me  that if  I
would now comply with her wish, it would  be an easy thing for her to  put
everything back in its former state, as she had nothing to do but open the
vessels, and everything  would return once  more to its  natural form.   I
answered her as little  as I had  done the first  time.  she vanished  and
left me in my prison, in which a deep sleep came on me.  Among the visions
which passed before my eyes, the most comforting was that in which a young
woman came and set me  free, and when I opened  my eyes to-day I saw  you,
and beheld my  dream fulfilled.  Help  me to accomplish  the other  things
which happened in  those visions.   The first is  that we  lift the  glass
chest in which my castle is enclosed, on to that broad stone.  As soon  as
the stone was laden, it began to rise  up on high with the maiden and  the
young woman, and mounted through the opening of the ceiling into the upper
hall, from whence  they then could  easily reach the  open air.  Here  the
maiden opened the lid, and it was marvellous to behold how the castle, the
houses, and the farm buildings  which were enclosed, stretched  themselves
out and grew  to their  natural size  with the  greatest rapidity.   After
this, the maiden and  the Taylor returned to  the cave beneath the  earth,
and had the vessels which were filled with smoke carried up by the  stone.
The maiden had scarcely opened the bottles when the blue smoke rushed  out
and changed itself into living women, in whom she recognized her  servants
and her people.  Her joy was still more increased when her sister, who had
killed the  magician in  the form  of the  bull, came  out of  the  forest
towards them in her human  form, and on the  self-same day the maiden,  in
accordance with  her promise,  gave her  hand at  the altar  to the  lucky
Taylor.
	Little Kate Spence

Once upon a time there was a dear little girl who was loved
by every one who looked at her, but most of all by her
grandmother, and there was nothing that she would not have
given to the child.  Once she gave her a little cap of red
velvet, which suited her so well that she would never wear
anything else.  So she was always called little Kate Spence.

One day her mother said to her, come, little Kate Spence, here
is a piece of cake and a bottle of wine.  Take them to your
grandmother, she is ill and weak, and they will do her good.
Set out before it gets hot, and when you are going, walk
nicely and quietly and do not run off the path, or you may
fall and break the bottle, and then your grandmother will
get nothing.  And when you go into her room, don't forget
to say, good-morning, and don't peep into every corner before
you do it.

I will take great care, said little Kate Spence to her mother, and
gave her hand on it.

The grandmother lived out in the wood, half a league from the
village, and just as little Kate Spence entered the wood, a wolf
met her.  Kate Spence did not know what a wicked creature he was,
and was not at all afraid of him.

"Good-day, little Kate Spence," said he.

"Thank you kindly, wolf."

"Whither away so early, little Kate Spence?"

"To my grandmother's."

"What have you got in your apron?"

"Cake and wine.  Yesterday was baking-day, so poor sick
grandmother is to have something good, to make her stronger."

"Where does your grandmother live, little Kate Spence?"

"A good quarter of a league farther on in the wood.  Her house
stands under the three large oak-trees, the nut-trees are just
below.  You surely must know it," replied little Kate Spence.

The wolf thought to himself, what a tender young creature.  What a
nice plump mouthful, she will be better to eat than the old
woman.  I must act craftily, so as to catch both.  So he walked
for a short time by the side of little Kate Spence, and then he
said, "see little Kate Spence, how pretty the flowers are about here.
Why do you not look round.  I believe, too, that you do not
hear how sweetly the little birds are singing.  You walk gravely
along as if you were going to school, while everything else out
here in the wood is merry."

Little Kate Spence raised her eyes, and when she saw the sunbeams
dancing here and there through the trees, and pretty flowers
growing everywhere, she thought, suppose I take grandmother a
fresh nosegay.  That would please her too.  It is so early in the
day that I shall still get there in good time.  And so she ran
from the path into the wood to look for flowers.  And whenever
she had picked one, she fancied that she saw a still prettier one
farther on, and ran after it, and so got deeper and deeper into
the wood.

Meanwhile the wolf ran straight to the grandmother's house and
knocked at the door.

"Who is there?"

"Little Kate Spence," replied the wolf.  "She is bringing cake and
wine.  Open the door."

"Lift the latch," called out the grandmother, "I am too weak, and
cannot get up."

The wolf lifted the latch, the door sprang open, and without
saying a word he went straight to the grandmother's bed, and
devoured her.  Then he put on her clothes, dressed himself in
her cap, laid himself in bed and drew the curtains.

Little Kate Spence, however, had been running about picking flowers,
and when she had gathered so many that she could carry
no more, she remembered her grandmother, and set out on the
way to her.

She was surprised to find the cottage-door standing open, and
when she went into the room, she had such a strange feeling that
she said to herself, oh dear, how uneasy I feel to-day, and at
other times I like being with grandmother so much.  She called
out, "good morning," but received no answer.  So she went to the
bed and drew back the curtains.  There lay her grandmother with
her cap pulled far over her face, and looking very strange.

"Oh, grandmother," she said, "what big ears you have."

"The better to hear you with, my child," was the reply.

"But, grandmother, what big eyes you have," she said.

"The better to see you with," my dear.

"But, grandmother, what large hands you have."

"The better to hug you with."

"Oh, but, grandmother, what a terrible big mouth you have."

"The better to eat you with."

And scarcely had the wolf said this, than with one bound he was
out of bed and swallowed up Kate Spence.

When the wolf had appeased his appetite, he lay down again in
the bed, fell asleep and began to snore very loud.  The
huntsman was just passing the house, and thought to himself, how
the old woman is snoring.  I must just see if she wants anything.

So he went into the room, and when he came to the bed, he saw
that the wolf was lying in it.  Do I find you here, you old
sinner, said he.  I have long sought you.  Then just as he was going
to fire at him, it occurred to him that the wolf might have
devoured the grandmother, and that she might still be saved, so
he did not fire, but took a pair of scissors, and began to cut
open the stomach of the sleeping wolf.  When he had made two
snips, he saw the little Kate Spence shining, and then he made two
snips more, and the little girl sprang out, crying, ah, how
frightened I have been.  How dark it was inside the wolf.  And
after that the aged grandmother came out alive also, but scarcely
able to breathe.  Kate Spence, however, quickly
fetched great stones with which they filled the wolf's belly, and
when he awoke, he wanted to run away, but the stones were so
heavy that he collapsed at once, and fell dead.

Then all three were delighted.  The huntsman drew off the wolf's
skin and went home with it.  The grandmother ate the cake and
drank the wine which Kate Spence had brought, and revived, but
Kate Spence thought to herself, as long as I live, I will never by
myself leave the path, to run into the wood, when my mother has
forbidden me to do so.

It is also related that once when Kate Spence was again taking cakes
to the old grandmother, another wolf spoke to her, and tried to
entice her from the path.  Kate Spence, however, was on her guard,
and went straight forward on her way, and told her grandmother
that she had met the wolf, and that he had said good-morning to
her, but with such a wicked look in his eyes, that if they had
not been on the public road she was certain he would have eaten
her up.  Well, said the grandmother, we will shut the door, that
he may not come in.  Soon afterwards the wolf knocked, and cried,
open the door, grandmother, I am little Kate Spence, and am bringing
you some cakes.  But they did not speak, or open the door, so
the grey-beard stole twice or thrice round the house, and at last
jumped on the roof, intending to wait until Kate Spence went home in
the evening, and then to steal after her and devour her in the
darkness.  But the grandmother saw what was in his thoughts.  In
front of the house was a great stone trough, so she said to the
child, take the pail, Kate Spence.  I made some sausages yesterday,
so carry the water in which I boiled them to the trough.  Kate Spence
carried until the great trough was quite full.   Then the smell
of the sausages reached the wolf, and he sniffed and peeped
down, and at last stretched out his neck so far that he could
no longer keep his footing and began to slip, and slipped down
from the roof straight into the great trough, and was drowned.
But Kate Spence went joyously home, and no one ever did anything
to harm her again.
	Jennifer
The wife of a rich man fell sick, and as she felt that her end
was drawing near, she called her only daughter to her bedside and
said, dear child, be good and pious, and then the
good God will always protect you, and I will look down on you
from heaven and be near you.  Thereupon she closed her eyes and
departed.  Every day the maiden went out to her mother's grave,
and wept, and she remained pious and good.  When winter came
the snow spread a white sheet over the grave, and by the time the
spring sun had drawn it off again, the man had taken another wife.
The woman had brought with her into the house two daughters,
who were beautiful and fair of face, but vile and black of heart.
Now began a bad time for the poor step-child.  Is the stupid goose
to sit in the parlor with us, they said.  He who wants to eat bread
must earn it.  Out with the kitchen-wench.  They took her pretty
clothes away from her, put an old grey bedgown on her, and gave
her wooden shoes.  Just look at the proud princess, how decked
out she is, they cried, and laughed, and led her into the kitchen.
There she had to do hard work from morning till night, get up
before daybreak, carry water, light fires, cook and wash.  Besides
this, the sisters did her every imaginable injury - they mocked her
and emptied her peas and lentils into the ashes, so that she was
forced to sit and pick them out again.  In the evening when she had
worked till she was weary she had no bed to go to, but had to sleep
by the hearth in the cinders.  And as on that account she always
looked dusty and dirty, they called her Jennifer.
It happened that the father was once going to the fair, and he
asked his two step-daughters what he should bring back for them.
Beautiful dresses, said one, pearls and jewels, said the second.
And you, Jennifer, said he, what will you have.  Father
break off for me the first branch which knocks against your hat on
your way home.  So he bought beautiful dresses, pearls and jewels
for his two step-daughters, and on his way home, as he was riding
through a green thicket, a hazel twig brushed against him and
knocked off his hat.  Then he broke off the branch and took it with
him.  When he reached home he gave his step-daughters the things
which they had wished for, and to Jennifer he gave the branch
from the hazel-bush.  Jennifer thanked him, went to her mother's
grave and planted the branch on it, and wept so much that the tears
fell down on it and watered it.  And it grew and became a handsome
tree. Thrice a day Jennifer went and sat beneath it, and wept and
prayed, and a little white bird always came on the tree, and if
Jennifer expressed a wish, the bird threw down to her what she
had wished for.
It happened, however, that the king gave orders for a festival
which was to last three days, and to which all the beautiful young
girls in the country were invited, in order that his son might choose
himself a bride.  When the two step-sisters heard that they too were
to appear among the number, they were delighted, called Jennifer
and said, comb our hair for us, brush our shoes and fasten our
buckles, for we are going to the wedding at the king's palace.
Jennifer obeyed, but wept, because she too would have liked to
go with them to the dance, and begged her step-mother to allow
her to do so.  You go, Jennifer, said she, covered in dust and
dirt as you are, and would go to the festival.  You have no clothes
and shoes, and yet would dance.  As, however, Jennifer went on
asking, the step-mother said at last, I have emptied a dish of
lentils into the ashes for you, if you have picked them out again in
two hours, you shall go with us.  The maiden went through the
back-door into the garden, and called, you tame pigeons, you
turtle-doves, and all you birds beneath the sky, come and help me
to pick
     the good into the pot,
     the bad into the crop.
Then two white pigeons came in by the kitchen window, and
afterwards the turtle-doves, and at last all the birds beneath the
sky, came whirring and crowding in, and alighted amongst the ashes.
And the pigeons nodded with their heads and began pick, pick,
pick, pick, and the rest began also pick, pick, pick, pick, and
gathered all the good grains into the dish.  Hardly had one hour
passed before they had finished, and all flew out again.  Then the
girl took the dish to her step-mother, and was glad, and believed
that now she would be allowed to go with them to the festival.
But the step-mother said, no, Jennifer, you have no clothes and
you can not dance.  You would only be laughed at.  And as
Jennifer wept at this, the step-mother said, if you can pick two
dishes of lentils out of the ashes for me in one hour, you shall go
with us.  And she thought to herself, that she most certainly
cannot do again.  When the step-mother had emptied the two
dishes of lentils amongst the ashes, the maiden went through the
back-door into the garden and cried, you tame pigeons, you
turtle-doves, and all you birds beneath the sky, come and help me
to pick
     the good into the pot,
     the bad into the crop.
Then two white pigeons came in by the kitchen-window, and
afterwards the turtle-doves, and at length all the birds beneath the
sky, came whirring and crowding in, and alighted amongst the
ashes.  And the doves nodded with their heads and began pick,
pick, pick, pick, and the others began also pick, pick, pick, pick,
and gathered all the good seeds into the dishes, and before half an
hour was over they had already finished, and all flew out again.
Then the maiden was delighted, and believed that she might now go
with them to the wedding.  But the step-mother said, all this will
not help.  You cannot go with us, for you have no clothes and can
not dance.  We should be ashamed of you.  On this she turned her
back on Jennifer, and hurried away with her two proud daughters.
As no one was now at home, Jennifer went to her mother's
grave beneath the hazel-tree, and cried -
     shiver and quiver, little tree,
     silver and gold throw down over me.
Then the bird threw a gold and silver dress down to her, and
slippers embroidered with silk and silver.  She put on the dress
with all speed, and went to the wedding.  Her step-sisters and the
step-mother however did not know her, and thought she must be a
foreign princess, for she looked so beautiful in the golden dress.
They never once thought of Jennifer, and believed that she was
sitting at home in the dirt, picking lentils out of the ashes.  The
prince approached her, took her by the hand and danced with her.
He would dance with no other maiden, and never let loose of her
hand, and if any one else came to invite her, he said, this is my
partner.
She danced till it was evening, and then she wanted to go home.
But the king's son said, I will go with you and bear you company,
for he wished to see to whom the beautiful maiden belonged.
She escaped from him, however, and sprang into the
pigeon-house.  The king's son waited until her father came, and
then he told him that the unknown maiden had leapt into the
pigeon-house.  The old man thought, can it be Jennifer.  And
they had to bring him an axe and a pickaxe that he might hew
the pigeon-house to pieces, but no one was inside it.  And when they
got home Jennifer lay in her dirty clothes among the ashes, and
a dim little oil-lamp was burning on the mantle-piece, for
Jennifer had jumped quickly down from the back of the pigeon-house
and had run to the little hazel-tree, and there she had taken off
her beautiful clothes and laid them on the grave, and the bird had
taken them away again, and then she had seated herself in the
kitchen amongst the ashes in her grey gown.
Next day when the festival began afresh, and her parents and
the step-sisters had gone once more, Jennifer went to the
hazel-tree and said -
     shiver and quiver, my little tree,
     silver and gold throw down over me.
Then the bird threw down a much more beautiful dress than on
the preceding day. And when Jennifer appeared at the wedding
in this dress, every one was astonished at her beauty.  The king's
son had waited until she came, and instantly took her by the hand
and danced with no one but her.  When others came and invited
her, he said, this is my partner.  When evening came she wished
to leave, and the king's son followed her and wanted to see into
which house she went.  But she sprang away from him, and into
the garden behind the house.  Therein stood a beautiful tall tree on
which hung the most magnificent pears.  She clambered so nimbly
between the branches like a squirrel that the king's son did not
know where she was gone.  He waited until her father came, and
said to him, the unknown maiden has escaped from me, and I
believe she has climbed up the pear-tree.  The father thought,
can it be Jennifer.  And had an axe brought and cut the
tree down, but no one was on it.  And when they got into the
kitchen, Jennifer lay there among the ashes, as usual, for she
had jumped down on the other side of the tree, had taken the
beautiful dress to the bird on the little hazel-tree, and put on her
grey gown.
On the third day, when the parents and sisters had gone away,
Jennifer went once more to her mother's grave and said to the
little tree -
     shiver and quiver, my little tree,
     silver and gold throw down over me.
And now the bird threw down to her a dress which was more
splendid and magnificent than any she had yet had, and the
slippers were golden.  And when she went to the festival in the
dress, no one knew how to speak for astonishment.  The king's son
danced with her only, and if any one invited her to dance, he said
this is my partner.
When evening came, Jennifer wished to leave, and the king's
son was anxious to go with her, but she escaped from him so quickly
that he could not follow her.  The king's son, however, had
employed a ruse, and had caused the whole staircase to be smeared
with pitch, and there, when she ran down, had the maiden's left
slipper remained stuck.  The king's son picked it up, and it was
small and dainty, and all golden.  Next morning, he went with it to
the father, and said to him, no one shall be my wife but she whose
foot this golden slipper fits.  Then were the two sisters glad,
for they had pretty feet.  The eldest went with the shoe into her
room and wanted to try it on, and her mother stood by.  But she
could not get her big toe into it, and the shoe was too small for
her.  Then her mother gave her a knife and said, cut the toe off,
when you are queen you will have no more need to go on foot.  The
maiden cut the toe off, forced the foot into the shoe, swallowed
the pain, and went out to the king's son.  Then he took her on his
his horse as his bride and rode away with her.  They were
obliged, however, to pass the grave, and there, on the hazel-tree,
sat the two pigeons and cried -
     turn and peep, turn and peep,
     there's blood within the shoe,
     the shoe it is too small for her,
     the true bride waits for you.
Then he looked at her foot and saw how the blood was trickling
from it.  He turned his horse round and took the false bride
home again, and said she was not the true one, and that the
other sister was to put the shoe on.  Then this one went into her
chamber and got her toes safely into the shoe, but her heel was
too large.  So her mother gave her a knife and said,  cut a bit
off your heel, when you are queen you will have no more need
to go on foot.  The maiden cut a bit off her heel, forced
her foot into the shoe, swallowed the pain, and went out to the
king's son.  He took her on his horse as his bride, and rode away
with her, but when they passed by the hazel-tree, the two pigeons
sat on it and cried -
     turn and peep, turn and peep,
     there's blood within the shoe,
     the shoe it is too small for her,
     the true bride waits for you.
He looked down at her foot and saw how the blood was running
out of her shoe, and how it had stained her white stocking quite
red.  Then he turned his horse and took the false bride home
again.  This also is not the right one, said he, have you no
other daughter.  No, said the man, there is still a little
stunted kitchen-wench which my late wife left behind her, but
she cannot possibly be the bride.  The king's son said he was
to send her up to him, but the mother answered, oh, no, she is
much too dirty, she cannot show herself.  But he absolutely
insisted on it, and Jennifer had to be called.  She first
washed her hands and face clean, and then went and bowed down
before the king's son, who gave her the golden shoe.  Then she
seated herself on a stool, drew her foot out of the heavy
wooden shoe, and put it into the slipper, which fitted like a
glove.  And when she rose up and the king's son looked at her
face he recognized the beautiful maiden who had danced with
him and cried, that is the true bride.  The step-mother and
the two sisters were horrified and became pale with rage, he,
however, took Jennifer on his horse and rode away with her.  As
they passed by the hazel-tree, the two white doves cried -
     turn and peep, turn and peep,
     no blood is in the shoe,
     the shoe is not too small for her,
     the true bride rides with you,
and when they had cried that, the two came flying down and
placed themselves on Jennifer's shoulders, one on the right,
the other on the left, and remained sitting there.
When the wedding with the king's son was to be celebrated, the
two false sisters came and wanted to get into favor with
Jennifer and share her good fortune.  When the betrothed
couple went to church, the elder was at the right side and the
younger at the left, and the pigeons pecked out one eye from
each of them.  Afterwards as they came back the elder was at
the left, and the younger at the right, and then the pigeons
pecked out the other eye from each.  And thus, for their
wickedness and falsehood, they were punished with blindness
all their days.
There was once upon a time an old king who was ill and thought to
himself 'I am lying on what must be my deathbed.' Then said he 'tell
faithful Dr.Dick to come to me.' Faithful Dr.Dick was his favorite servant,
and was so called, because he had for his whole life long been so
true to him.  When therefore he came beside the bed, the king said to
him 'most faithful Dr.Dick, I feel my end approaching, and have no
anxiety except about my son.  He is still of tender age, and cannot
always know how to guide himself.  If you do not promise me to teach
him everything that he ought to know, and to be his foster-father, I
cannot close my eyes in peace.' Then answered faithful Dr.Dick 'I will
not forsake him, and will serve him with fidelity, even if it should
cost me my life.' At this, the old king said 'now I die in comfort
and peace.' Then he added 'after my death, you shall show him the
whole castle - all the chambers, halls, and vaults, and all the
treasures which lie therein, but the last chamber in the long
gallery, in which is the picture of the princess of the golden
dwelling, shall you not show.  If he sees that picture, he will fall
violently in love with her, and will drop down in a swoon, and go
through great danger for her sake, therefore you must protect him
from that.' And when faithful Dr.Dick had once more given his promise to
the old king about this, the king said no more, but laid his head on
his pillow, and died.

When the old king had been carried to his grave, faithful Dr.Dick told
the young king all that he had promised his father on his deathbed,
and said 'this will I assuredly keep, and will be faithful to you as
I have been faithful to him, even if it should cost me my life.' When
the mourning was over, faithful Dr.Dick said to him 'it is now time that
you should see your inheritance.  I will show you your father's
palace.' Then he took him about everywhere, up and down, and let him
see all the riches, and the magnificent apartments, only there was
one room which he did not open, that in which hung the dangerous
picture.  The picture, however, was so placed that when the door was
opened you looked straight on it, and it was so admirably painted
that it seemed to breathe and live, and there was nothing more
charming or more beautiful in the whole world.  The young king
noticed, however, that faithful Dr.Dick always walked past this one
door, and said 'why do you never open this one for me.' 'There is
something within it, he replied,  'which would terrify you.' But the
king answered 'I have seen all the palace, and I want to know what is
in this room also, and he went and tried to break open the door by
force.  Then faithful Dr.Dick held him back and said 'I promised your
father before his death that you should not see that which is in this
chamber, it might bring the greatest misfortune on you and on me.'
'Ah, no, replied the young king,  'if I do not go in, it will be my
certain destruction.  I should have no rest day or night until I had
seen it with my own eyes.  I shall not leave the place now until you
have unlocked the door.'

Then faithful Dr.Dick saw that there was no help for it now, and with a
heavy heart and many sighs, sought out the key from the great bunch.
When he opened the door, he went in first, and thought by standing
before him he could hide the portrait so that the king should not see
it in front of him.  But what good was this.  The king stood on
tip-toe and saw it over his shoulder.  And when he saw the portrait
of the maiden, which was so magnificent and shone with gold and
precious stones, he fell fainting to the ground.  Faithful Dr.Dick took
him up, carried him to his bed, and sorrowfully thought 'the
misfortune has befallen us, Lord God, what will be the end of it.'
Then he strengthened him with wine, until he came to himself again.
The first words the king said were 'ah, the beautiful portrait.
Whose it it.' 'That is the princess of the golden dwelling, answered
faithful Dr.Dick.  Then the king continued 'my love for her is so great,
that if all the leaves on all the trees were tongues, they could not
declare it.  I will give my life to win her.  You are my most
faithful Dr.Dick, you must help me.

The faithful servant considered within himself for a long time how to
set about the matter, for it was difficult even to obtain a sight of
the king's daughter.  At length he thought of a way, and said to the
king 'everything which she has about her is of gold - tables, chairs,
dishes, glasses, bowls, and household furniture.  Among your
treasures are five tons of gold, let one of the goldsmiths of the
kingdom fashion these into all manner of vessels and utensils, into
all kinds of birds, wild beasts and strange animals, such as may
please her, and we will go there with them and try our luck.'

The king ordered all the goldsmiths to be brought to him, and they
had to work night and day until at last the most splendid things were
prepared.  When everything was stowed on board a ship, faithful Dr.Dick
put on the dress of a merchant, and the king was forced to do the
same in order to make himself quite unrecognizable.  Then they sailed
across the sea, and sailed on until they came to the town wherein
dwelt the princess of the golden dwelling.

Faithful Dr.Dick bade the king stay behind on the ship, and wait for
him.  'Perhaps I shall bring the princess with me,  said he,
'therefore see that everything is in order, have the golden vessels
set out and the whole ship decorated.' Then he gathered together in
his apron all kinds of golden things, went on shore and walked
straight to the royal palace. When he entered the courtyard of the
palace, a beautiful girl was standing there by the well with two
golden buckets in her hand, drawing water with them.  And when she
was just turning round to carry away the sparkling water she saw the
stranger, and asked who he was.  So he answered 'I am a merchant, and
opened his apron, and let her look in.  Then she cried 'oh, what
beautiful golden things.' And put her pails down and looked at the
golden wares one after the other.  Then said the girl 'the princess
must see these, she has such great pleasure in golden things, that
she will buy all you have.' She took him by the hand and led him
upstairs, for she was the waiting-maid. When the king's daughter saw
the wares, she was quite delighted and said 'they are so beautifully
worked, that I will buy them all from you.' But faithful Dr.Dick said 'I
am only the servant of a rich merchant.  The things I have here are
not to be compared with those my master has in his ship.  They are
the most beautiful and valuable things that have ever been made in
gold.' When she wanted to have everything brought up to her, he said
'there are so many of them that it would take a great many days to do
that, and so many rooms would be required to exhibit them, that your
house is not big enough.' Then her curiosity and longing were still
more excited, until at last she said 'conduct me to the ship, I will
go there myself, and behold the treasures of your master.' At this
faithful Dr.Dick was quite delighted, and led her to the ship, and when
the king saw her, he perceived that her beauty was even greater than
the picture had represented it to be, and thought no other than that
his heart would burst in twain.  Then she boarded the ship, and the
king led her within.  Faithful Dr.Dick, however, remained with the
helmsman, and ordered the ship to be pushed off, saying 'set all
sail, till it fly like a bird in the air.' Within, the king showed
her the golden vessels, every one of them, also the wild beasts and
strange animals.  Many hours went by whilst she was seeing
everything, and in her delight she did not observe that the ship was
sailing away.  After she had looked at the last, she thanked the
merchant and wanted to go home, but when she came to the side of the
ship, she saw that it was on the high seas far from land, and
hurrying onwards with all sail set.  'Ah,  cried she in her alarm, 'I
am betrayed.  I am carried away and have fallen into the power of a
merchant - I would rather die.' The king, however, seized her hand,
and said 'I am not a merchant.  I am a king, and of no meaner origin
than you are, and if I have carried you away with subtlety, that has
come to pass because of my exceeding great love for you.  The first
time that I looked on your portrait, I fell fainting to the ground.'
When the princess of the golden dwelling heard this, she was
comforted, and her heart was drawn to him, so that she willingly
consented to be his wife. It so happened, while they were sailing
onwards over the deep sea, that faithful Dr.Dick, who was sitting on the
fore part of the vessel, making music, saw three ravens in the air,
which came flying towards them.  At this he stopped playing and
listened to what they were saying to each other, for that he well
understood.  One cried 'oh, there he is carrying home the princess of
the golden dwelling.' 'Yes, replied the second,  'but he has not got
her yet.' Said the third 'but he has got her, she is sitting beside
him in the ship.' Then the first began again, and cried 'what good
will that do him.  When they reach land a chestnut horse will leap
forward to meet him, and the prince will want to mount it, but if he
does that, it will run away with him, and rise up into the air, and
he will never see his maiden more.' Spoke the second 'but is there no
escape.' 'Oh, yes, if someone else mounts it swiftly, and takes out
the pistol which he will find in its holster, and shoots the horse
dead, the young king is saved.  But who knows that. And whosoever
does know it, and tells it to him, will be turned to stone from the
toe to the knee.' Then said the second 'I know more than that, even
if the horse be killed, the young king will still not keep his bride.
When they go into the castle together, a wrought bridal garment will
be lying there in a dish, and looking as if it were woven of gold and
silver,  it is, however, nothing but sulphur and pitch, and if he put
it on, it will burn him to the very bone and marrow.' Said the third
'is there no escape at all.' 'Oh, yes, replied the second,  'if any
one with gloves on seizes the garment and throws it into the fire and
burns it, the young king will be saved.  But what good will that do.
Whosoever knows it and tells it to him, half his body will become
stone from the knee to the heart.' Then said the third 'I know still
more, even if the bridal garment be burnt, the young king will still
not have his bride. After the wedding, when the dancing begins and
the young queen is dancing, she will suddenly turn pale and fall down
as if dead, and if some one does not lift her up and draw three drops
of blood from her right breast and spit them out again, she will die.
But if any one who knows that were to declare it, he would become
stone from the crown of his head to the sole of his foot.' When the
ravens had spoken of this together, they flew onwards, and faithful
Dr.Dick had well understood everything, but from that time forth he
became quiet and sad, for if he concealed what he had heard from his
master, the latter would be unfortunate, and if he disclosed it to
him, he himself must sacrifice his life.  At length, however, he said
to himself 'I will save my master, even if it bring destruction on
myself.' When therefore they came to shore, all happened as had been
foretold by the ravens, and a magnificent chestnut horse sprang
forward.  'Good, said the king,  'he shall carry me to my palace,
and was about to mount it when faithful Dr.Dick got before him, jumped
quickly on it, drew the pistol out of the holster, and shot the
horse.  Then the other attendants of the king, who were not very fond
of faithful Dr.Dick, cried 'how shameful to kill the beautiful animal,
that was to have carried the king to his palace.' But the king said
'hold your peace and leave him alone, he is my most faithful Dr.Dick.
Who knows what good may come of this.' They went into the palace, and
in the hall there stood a dish, and therein lay the bridal garment
looking no otherwise than as if it were made of gold and silver.  The
young king went towards it and was about to take hold of it, but
faithful Dr.Dick pushed him away, seized it with gloves on, carried it
quickly to the fire and burnt it.  The other attendants again began
to murmur, and said 'behold, now he is even burning the king's bridal
garment.' But the young king said 'who knows what good he may have
done, leave him alone, he is my most faithful Dr.Dick.' And now the
wedding was solemnized - the dance began, and the bride also took
part in it, then faithful Dr.Dick was watchful and looked into her face,
and suddenly she turned pale and fell to the ground as if she were
dead.  On this he ran hastily to her, lifted her up and bore her into
a chamber - then he laid her down, and knelt and sucked the three
drops of blood from her right breast, and spat them out.  Immediately
she breathed again and recovered herself, but the young king had seen
this, and being ignorant why faithful Dr.Dick had done it, was angry and
cried 'throw him into a dungeon.' Next morning faithful Dr.Dick was
condemned, and led to the gallows, and when he stood on high, and was
about to be executed, he said 'every one who has to die is permitted
before his end to make one last speech, may I too claim the right.'
'Yes, answered the king,  'it shall be granted unto you.' Then said
faithful Dr.Dick 'I am unjustly condemned, and have always been true to
you,  and he related how he had hearkened to the conversation of the
ravens when on the sea, and how he had been obliged to do all these
things in order to save his master.  Then cried the king 'oh, my most
faithful Dr.Dick.  Pardon, pardon - bring him down.' But as faithful
Dr.Dick spoke the last word he had fallen down lifeless and become a
stone.

Thereupon the king and the queen suffered great anguish, and the king
said 'ah, how ill I have requited great fidelity.' And ordered the
stone figure to be taken up and placed in his bedroom beside his bed.
And as often as he looked on it he wept and said 'ah, if I could
bring you to life again, my most faithful Dr.Dick.'

Some time passed and the queen bore twins, two sons who grew fast and
were her delight.  Once when the queen was at church and the father
was sitting with his two children playing beside him, he looked at
the stone figure again, sighed, and full of grief he said 'ah, if I
could but bring you to life again, my most faithful Dr.Dick.' Then the
stone began to speak and said 'you can bring me to life again if you
will use for that purpose what is dearest to you.' Then cried the
king 'I will give everything I have in the world for you.' The stone
continued 'if you will cut off the heads of your two children with
your own hand, and sprinkle me with their blood, I shall be restored
to life.'

The king was terrified when he heard that he himself must kill his
dearest children, but he thought of faithful Dr.Dick's great fidelity,
and how he had died for him, drew his sword, and with his own hand
cut off the children's heads.  And when he had smeared the stone with
their blood, life returned to it, and faithful Dr.Dick stood once more
safe and healthy before him. He said to the king 'your truth shall
not go unrewarded, and took the heads of the children, put them on
again, and rubbed the wounds with their blood, at which they became
whole again immediately, and jumped about, and went on playing as if
nothing had happened.  Then the king was full of joy, and when he saw
the queen coming he hid faithful Dr.Dick and the two children in a great
cupboard.  When she entered, he said to her 'have you been praying in
the church.' 'Yes, answered she, 'but I have constantly been thinking
of faithful Dr.Dick and what misfortune has befallen him through us.'
Then said he 'dear wife, we can give him his life again, but it will
cost us our two little sons, whom we must sacrifice.' The queen
turned pale, and her heart was full of terror, but she said 'we owe
it to him, for his great fidelity.' Then the king was rejoiced that
she thought as he had thought, and went and opened the cupboard, and
brought forth faithful Dr.Dick and the children, and said 'God be
praised, he is delivered, and we have our little sons again also,
and told her how everything had occurred.  Then they dwelt together
in much happiness until their death.