The Red Fairy Book by Andrew Lang (e novels for free .txt) 📖

another day, and by the dawn

of the third day he saw a palace still grander than the former one

and hard by the palace stood an oak, and on the oak sat an eagle.

Down flew the Eagle from the oak, smote upon the ground, turned

into a brave youth, and cried aloud:

 

`Rise up, Princess Olga! Hither comes our brother dear!’

 

The Princess Olga immediately ran to meet him, and began

kissing him and embracing him, asking after his health, and telling

him all about herself. With them Prince Ivan stopped three days;

then he said:

 

`I cannot stay here any longer. I am going to look for my

wife, the fair Princess Marya Morevna.’

 

`Hard will it be for you to find her,’ replied the Eagle. `Leave

with us a silver fork. We will look at it and remember you.’

 

He left a silver fork behind, and went his way. He travelled

one day, he travelled two days; at daybreak on the third day he

saw a palace grander than the first two, and near the palace stood

an oak, and on the oak sat a raven. Down flew the Raven from

the oak, smote upon the ground, turned into a brave youth, and

cried aloud:

 

`Princess Anna, come forth quickly I our brother is coming.’

 

Out ran the Princess Anna, greeted him joyfully, and began

kissing and embracing him, asking after his health and telling him

all about herself. Prince Ivan stayed with them three days; then

he said:

 

`Farewell! I am going to look for my wife, the fair Princess

Marya Morevna.’

 

`Hard will it be for you to find her,’ replied the Raven.

`Anyhow, leave your silver snuff-box with us. We will look at it and

remember you.’

 

The Prince handed over his silver snuff-box, took his leave, and

went his way. One day he went, another day he went, and on the

third day he came to where Marya Morevna was. She caught

sight of her love, flung her arms around his neck, burst into tears,

and exclaimed:

 

`Oh, Prince Ivan! why did you disobey me and go looking into

the closet and letting out Koshchei the Deathless?’

 

`Forgive me, Marya Morevna! Remember not the past; much

better fly with me while Koshchei the Deathless is out of sight.

Perhaps he won’t catch us.’

 

So they got ready and fled. Now Koshchei was out hunting.

Towards evening he was returning home, when his good steed

stumbled beneath him.

 

`Why stumblest thou, sorry jade? Scentest thou some ill?’

The steed replied:

 

`Prince Ivan has come and carried off Marya Morevna.’

`Is it possible to catch them?’

 

`It is possible to sow wheat, to wait till it grows up, to reap it

and thresh it, to grind it to flour, to make five pies of it, to eat

those pies, and then to start in pursuit—and even then to be in time.’

Koshchei galloped off and caught up Prince Ivan.

 

`Now,’ says he, `this time I will forgive you, in return for your

kindness in giving me water to drink. And a second time I will

forgive you; but the third time beware! I will cut you to bits.’

 

Then he took Marya Morevna from him, and carried her off.

But Prince Ivan sat down on a stone and burst into tears. He

wept and wept—and then returned back again to Marya Morevna.

Now Koshchei the Deathless happened not to be at home.

 

`Let us fly, Marya Morevna!’

 

`Ah, Prince Ivan! he will catch us.’

 

`Suppose he does catch us. At all events we shall have spent

an hour or two together.’

 

So they got ready and fled. As Koshchei the Deathless was

returning home, his good steed stumbled beneath him.

 

`Why stumblest thou, sorry jade? Scentest thou some ill?’

 

`Prince Ivan has come and carried off Marya Morevna.’

 

`Is it possible to catch them?’

 

`It is possible to sow barley, to wait till it grows up, to reap it

and thresh it, to brew beer, to drink ourselves drunk on it, to sleep

our fill, and then to set off in pursuit—and yet to be in time.’

 

Koshchei galloped off, caught up Prince Ivan:

 

`Didn’t I tell you that you should not see Marya Morevna any

more than your own ears?’

 

And he took her away and carried her off home with him.

 

Prince Ivan was left there alone. He wept and wept; then he

went back again after Marya Morevna. Koshchei happened to be

away from home at that moment.

 

`Let us fly, Marya Morevna!’

 

`Ah, Prince Ivan! he is sure to catch us and hew you in

pieces.’

 

`Let him hew away! I cannot live without you.

 

So they got ready and fled.

 

Koshchei the Deathless was returning home when his good

steed stumbled beneath him.

 

`Why stumblest thou? Scentest thou any ill?’

 

`Prince Ivan has come and has carried off Marya Morevna.’

 

Koshchei galloped off, caught Prince Ivan, chopped him into

little pieces, put them into a barrel, smeared it with pitch and bound

it with iron hoops, and flung it into the blue sea. But Marya

Morevna he carried off home.

 

At that very time the silver articles turned black which Prince

Ivan had left with his brothers-in-law.

 

`Ah!’ said they, `the evil is accomplished sure enough!’

 

Then the Eagle hurried to the blue sea, caught hold of the

barrel, and dragged it ashore; the Falcon flew away for the Water

of Life, and the Raven for the Water of Death.

 

Afterwards they all three met, broke open the barrel, took out

the remains of Prince Ivan, washed them, and put them together

in fitting order. The Raven sprinkled them with the Water of

Death—the pieces joined together, the body became whole. The

Falcon sprinkled it with the Water of Life—Prince Ivan shuddered,

stood up, and said:

 

`Ah! what a time I’ve been sleeping!’

 

`You’d have gone on sleeping a good deal longer if it hadn’t been for us,’

replied his brothers-in-law. `Now come and pay us a visit.’

 

`Not so, brothers; I shall go and look for Marya Morevna.’

 

And when he had found her, he said to her:

 

`Find out from Koshchei the Deathless whence he got so good a steed.’

 

So Marya Morevna chose a favourable moment, and began

asking Koshchei about it. Koshchei replied:

 

`Beyond thrice nine lands, in the thirtieth kingdom, on the

other side of the fiery river, there lives a Baba Yaga. She has so

good a mare that she flies right round the world on it every day.

And she has many other splendid mares. I watched her herds for

three days without losing a single mare, and in return for that the

Baba Yaga gave me a foal.’

 

`But how did you get across the fiery river?’

 

`Why, I’ve a handkerchief of this kind—when I wave it thrice

on the right hand, there springs up a very lofty bridge, and the fire

cannot reach it.’

 

Marya Morevna listened to all this, and repeated it to Prince

Ivan, and she carried off the handkerchief and gave it to him. So

he managed to get across the fiery river, and then went on to the

Baba Yaga’s. Long went he on without getting anything either to

eat or to drink. At last he came across an outlandish bird and its

young ones. Says Prince Ivan:

 

`I’ll eat one of these chickens.’

 

`Don’t eat it, Prince Ivan!’ begs the outlandish bird; `some

time or other I’ll do you a good turn.’

 

He went on farther and saw a hive of bees in the forest.

 

`I’ll get a bit of honeycomb,’ says he.

 

`Don’t disturb my honey, Prince Ivan!’ exclaims the queen-bee; `some time or other I’ll do you a good turn.’

 

So he didn’t disturb it, but went on. Presently there met him

a lioness with her cub.

 

`Anyhow, I’ll eat this lion cub,’ says he; `I’m so hungry I feel

quite unwell!’

 

`Please let us alone, Prince Ivan!’ begs the lioness; `some

time or other I’ll do you a good turn.’

 

`Very well; have it your own way,’ says he.

 

Hungry and faint he wandered on, walked farther and farther,

and at last came to where stood the house of the Baba Yaga.

Round the house were set twelve poles in a circle, and on each of

eleven of these poles was stuck a human head; the twelfth alone

remained unoccupied.

 

`Hail, granny!’

 

`Hail, Prince Ivan! wherefore have yon come? Is it of your

own accord, or on compulsion?’

 

`I have come to earn from you an heroic steed.’

 

`So be it, Prince! You won’t have to serve a year with me, but

just three days. If you take good care of my mares, I’ll give you

an heroic steed. But if you don’t—why, then you mustn’t be annoyed

at finding your head stuck on top of the last pole up there.’

 

Prince Ivan agreed to these terms. The Baba Yaga gave him

food and drink, and bade him set about his business. But the

moment he had driven the mares afield, they cocked up their tails,

and away they tore across the meadows in all directions. Before

the Prince had time to look round they were all out of sight.

Thereupon he began to weep and to disquiet himself, and then he

sat down upon a stone and went to sleep. But when the sun was

near its setting the outlandish bird came flying up to him, and

awakened him, saying:

 

`Arise, Prince Ivan! The mares are at home now.’

 

The Prince arose and returned home. There the Baba Yaga

was storming and raging at her mares, and shrieking:

 

`Whatever did ye come home for?’

 

`How could we help coming home?’ said they. `There came

flying birds from every part of the world, and all but pecked our

eyes out.’

 

`Well, well! to-morrow don’t go galloping over the meadows,

but disperse amid the thick forests.’

 

Prince Ivan slept all night. In the morning the Baba Yaga says

to him:

 

`Mind, Prince! if you don’t take good care of the mares, if

you lose merely one of them—your bold head will be stuck on

that pole!’

 

He drove the mares afield. Immediately they cocked up their

tails and dispersed among the thick forests. Again did the Prince

sit down on the stone, weep and weep, and then go to sleep. The

sun went down behind the forest. Up came running the lioness.

 

`Arise, Prince Ivan! The mares are all collected.’

 

Prince Ivan arose and went home. More than ever did the

Baba Yaga storm at her mares and shriek:

 

`Whatever did ye come back home for?’

 

`How could we help coming back? Beasts of prey came

running at us from all parts of the world, and all but tore us utterly

to pieces.’

 

`Well, to-morrow run off into the blue sea.’

 

Again did Prince Ivan sleep through the night. Next morning

the Baba Yaga sent him forth to watch the mares.

 

`If you don’t take good care of them,’ says she, `your bold head

will be stuck on that pole!’

 

He drove the mares afield. Immediately they cocked up their

tails, disappeared from sight, and fled into the blue sea. There

they stood, up to their necks in water. Prince Ivan sat down on

the stone, wept, and fell asleep. But when the sun had set behind

the forest, up came flying a bee, and said:

 

`Arise, Prince! The