الفصل الفصل 114 · The Three Brothers

. The Three Brothers

There was once a man who had three sons, and nothing else in the world

but the house in which he lived. Now each of the sons wished to have

the house after his father’s death; but the father loved them all

alike, and did not know what to do; he did not wish to sell the house,

because it had belonged to his forefathers, else he might have divided

the money amongst them. At last a plan came into his head, and he said

to his sons, “Go into the world, and try each of you to learn a trade,

and, when you all come back, he who makes the best masterpiece shall

have the house.”

The sons were well content with this, and the eldest determined to be a

blacksmith, the second a barber, and the third a fencing-master. They

fixed a time when they should all come home again, and then each went

his way.

It chanced that they all found skilful masters, who taught them their

trades well. The blacksmith had to shoe the King’s horses, and he

thought to himself, “The house is mine, without doubt.” The barber only

shaved great people, and he too already looked upon the house as his

own. The fencing-master got many a blow, but he only bit his lip, and

let nothing vex him; “for,” said he to himself, “If you are afraid of a

blow, you’ll never win the house.”

When the appointed time had gone by, the three brothers came back home

to their father; but they did not know how to find the best opportunity

for showing their skill, so they sat down and consulted together. As

they were sitting thus, all at once a hare came running across the

field. “Ah, ha, just in time!” said the barber. So he took his basin

and soap, and lathered away until the hare came up; then he soaped and

shaved off the hare’s whiskers whilst he was running at the top of his

speed, and did not even cut his skin or injure a hair on his body.

“Well done!” said the old man. “Your brothers will have to exert

themselves wonderfully, or the house will be yours.”

Soon after, up came a nobleman in his coach, dashing along at full

speed. “Now you shall see what I can do, father,” said the blacksmith;

so away he ran after the coach, took all four shoes off the feet of one

of the horses whilst he was galloping, and put him on four new shoes

without stopping him. “You are a fine fellow, and as clever as your

brother,” said his father; “I do not know to which I ought to give the

house.”

Then the third son said, “Father, let me have my turn, if you please;”

and, as it was beginning to rain, he drew his sword, and flourished it

backwards and forwards above his head so fast that not a drop fell upon

him. It rained still harder and harder, till at last it came down in

torrents; but he only flourished his sword faster and faster, and

remained as dry as if he were sitting in a house. When his father saw

this he was amazed, and said, “This is the master-piece, the house is

yours!”

His brothers were satisfied with this, as was agreed beforehand; and,

as they loved one another very much, they all three stayed together in

the house, followed their trades, and, as they had learnt them so well

and were so clever, they earned a great deal of money. Thus they lived

together happily until they grew old; and at last, when one of them

fell sick and died, the two others grieved so sorely about it that they

also fell ill, and soon after died. And because they had been so

clever, and had loved one another so much, they were all laid in the

same grave.