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thou tell me the way to Soria Moria Castle?’
`No,’ said the Moon, `that I can’t, for when I shone there, there
was a cloud before me.’
`Wait a little longer,’ said the old woman to Halvor, `for the
West Wind will presently be here, and he will know it, for he
breathes gently or blows into every corner.’
`What! have you a horse too?’ she said when she came in
again. `Oh! let the poor creature loose in our bit of fenced-in
pasture, and don’t let it stand there starving at our very door. But
won’t you exchange him with me? We have a pair of old boots
here with which you can go fifteen quarters of a mile at each step.
You shall have them for the horse, and then you will be able to get
sooner to Soria Moria Castle.’
Halvor consented to this at once, and the old woman was so
delighted with the horse that she was ready to dance. `For now I,
too, shall be able to ride to church,’ she said. Halvor could take no
rest, and wanted to set off immediately; but the old woman said
that there was no need to hasten. `Lie down on the bench and
sleep a little, for we have no bed to offer you,’ said she, `and I will
watch for the coming of the West Wind.’
Ere long came the West Wind, roaring so loud that the walls
creaked.
The old woman went out and cried:
`West Wind! West Wind! Canst thou tell me the way to
Soria Moria Castle? Here is one who would go thither.’
`Yes, I know it well,’ said the West Wind. `I am just on my
way there to dry the clothes for the wedding which is to take place.
If he is fleet of foot he can go with me.’
Out ran Halvor.
`You will have to make haste if you mean to go with me,’ said
the West Wind; and away it went over hill and dale, and moor and
morass, and Halvor had enough to do to keep up with it.
`Well, now I have no time to stay with you any longer,’ said
the West Wind, `for I must first go and tear down a bit of spruce
fir before I go to the bleaching-ground to dry the clothes; but just
go along the side of the hill, and you will come to some girls who
are standing there washing clothes, and then you will not have to
walk far before you are at Soria Moria Castle.’
Shortly afterwards Halvor came to the girls who were standing
washing, and they asked him if he had seen anything of the
West Wind, who was to come there to dry the clothes for the
wedding.
`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 DEATHLESSIN 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!’
The Prince gave him a second bucketful. Koshchei drank it
up and asked for a third, and when he had swallowed the third
bucketful, he regained his former strength, gave his chains a shake,
and broke all twelve at once.
`Thanks, Prince Ivan!’ cried Koshchei the Deathless, `now you
will sooner see your own ears than Marya Morevna!’ and out of the
window he flew in the shape of a terrible whirlwind. And he came
up with the fair Princess Marya Morevna as she was going her
way, laid hold of her and carried her off home with him. But
Prince Ivan wept full sore, and he arrayed himself and set out a-wandering, saying to himself, `Whatever happens, I will go and
look for Marya Morevna!’
One day passed, another day passed; at the dawn of the third
day he saw a wondrous palace, and by the side of the palace stood
an oak, and on the oak sat a falcon bright. Down flew the Falcon
from the oak, smote upon the ground, turned into a brave youth,
and cried aloud:
`Ha, dear brother-in-law! how deals the Lord with you?’
Out came running the Princess Marya, joyfully greeted her
brother Ivan, and began inquiring after his health, and telling him
all about herself. The Prince spent three days with them; then he
said:
`I cannot abide with you; I must go in search of my wife, the
fair Princess Marya Morevna.’
`Hard will it be for you to find her,’ answered the Falcon. `At
all events leave with us your silver spoon. We will look at it and
remember you.’ So Prince Ivan left his silver spoon at the
Falcon’s, and went on his way again.
On he went one day, on he went
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