Bab Bab 28 · The Devil With the Three Golden Hairs

. The Devil With the Three Golden Hairs

There was once a poor woman who gave birth to a little son; and as he

came into the world with a caul on, it was predicted that in his

fourteenth year he would have the King’s daughter for his wife. It

happened that soon afterwards the King came into the village, and no

one knew that he was the King, and when he asked the people what news

there was, they answered, “A child has just been born with a caul on;

whatever any one so born undertakes turns out well. It is prophesied,

too, that in his fourteenth year he will have the King’s daughter for

his wife.”

The King, who had a bad heart, and was angry about the prophecy, went

to the parents, and, seeming quite friendly, said, “You poor people,

let me have your child, and I will take care of it.” At first they

refused, but when the stranger offered them a large amount of gold for

it, and they thought, “It is a luck-child, and everything must turn out

well for it,” they at last consented, and gave him the child.

The King put it in a box and rode away with it until he came to a deep

piece of water; then he threw the box into it and thought, “I have

freed my daughter from her unlooked-for suitor.”

The box, however, did not sink, but floated like a boat, and not a drop

of water made its way into it. And it floated to within two miles of

the King’s chief city, where there was a mill, and it came to a

stand-still at the mill-dam. A miller’s boy, who by good luck was

standing there, noticed it and pulled it out with a hook, thinking that

he had found a great treasure, but when he opened it there lay a pretty

boy inside, quite fresh and lively. He took him to the miller and his

wife, and as they had no children they were glad, and said, “God has

given him to us.” They took great care of the foundling, and he grew up

in all goodness.

It happened that once in a storm, the King went into the mill, and he

asked the mill-folk if the tall youth was their son. “No,” answered

they, “he’s a foundling. Fourteen years ago he floated down to the

mill-dam in a box, and the mill-boy pulled him out of the water.”

Then the King knew that it was none other than the luck-child which he

had thrown into the water, and he said, “My good people, could not the

youth take a letter to the Queen; I will give him two gold pieces as a

reward?” “Just as the King commands,” answered they, and they told the

boy to hold himself in readiness. Then the King wrote a letter to the

Queen, wherein he said, “As soon as the boy arrives with this letter,

let him be killed and buried, and all must be done before I come home.”

The boy set out with this letter; but he lost his way, and in the

evening came to a large forest. In the darkness he saw a small light;

he went towards it and reached a cottage. When he went in, an old woman

was sitting by the fire quite alone. She started when she saw the boy,

and said, “Whence do you come, and whither are you going?” “I come from

the mill,” he answered, “and wish to go to the Queen, to whom I am

taking a letter; but as I have lost my way in the forest I should like

to stay here over night.” “You poor boy,” said the woman, “you have

come into a den of thieves, and when they come home they will kill

you.” “Let them come,” said the boy, “I am not afraid; but I am so

tired that I cannot go any farther:” and he stretched himself upon a

bench and fell asleep.

Soon afterwards the robbers came, and angrily asked what strange boy

was lying there? “Ah,” said the old woman, “it is an innocent child who

has lost himself in the forest, and out of pity I have let him come in;

he has to take a letter to the Queen.” The robbers opened the letter

and read it, and in it was written that the boy as soon as he arrived

should be put to death. Then the hard-hearted robbers felt pity, and

their leader tore up the letter and wrote another, saying, that as soon

as the boy came, he should be married at once to the King’s daughter.

Then they let him lie quietly on the bench until the next morning, and

when he awoke they gave him the letter, and showed him the right way.

And the Queen, when she had received the letter and read it, did as was

written in it, and had a splendid wedding-feast prepared, and the

King’s daughter was married to the luck-child, and as the youth was

handsome and agreeable she lived with him in joy and contentment.

After some time the King returned to his palace and saw that the

prophecy was fulfilled, and the luck-child married to his daughter.

“How has that come to pass?” said he; “I gave quite another order in my

letter.”

So the Queen gave him the letter, and said that he might see for

himself what was written in it. The King read the letter and saw quite

well that it had been exchanged for the other. He asked the youth what

had become of the letter entrusted to him, and why he had brought

another instead of it. “I know nothing about it,” answered he; “it must

have been changed in the night, when I slept in the forest.” The King

said in a passion, “You shall not have everything quite so much your

own way; whosoever marries my daughter must fetch me from hell three

golden hairs from the head of the devil; bring me what I want, and you

shall keep my daughter.” In this way the King hoped to be rid of him

for ever. But the luck-child answered, “I will fetch the golden hairs,

I am not afraid of the Devil;” thereupon he took leave of them and

began his journey.

The road led him to a large town, where the watchman by the gates asked

him what his trade was, and what he knew. “I know everything,” answered

the luck-child. “Then you can do us a favour,” said the watchman, “if

you will tell us why our market-fountain, which once flowed with wine

has become dry, and no longer gives even water?” “That you shall know,”

answered he; “only wait until I come back.”

Then he went farther and came to another town, and there also the

gatekeeper asked him what was his trade, and what he knew. “I know

everything,” answered he. “Then you can do us a favour and tell us why

a tree in our town which once bore golden apples now does not even put

forth leaves?” “You shall know that,” answered he; “only wait until I

come back.”

Then he went on and came to a wide river over which he must go. The

ferryman asked him what his trade was, and what he knew. “I know

everything,” answered he. “Then you can do me a favour,” said the

ferryman, “and tell me why I must always be rowing backwards and

forwards, and am never set free?” “You shall know that,” answered he;

“only wait until I come back.”

When he had crossed the water he found the entrance to Hell. It was

black and sooty within, and the Devil was not at home, but his

grandmother was sitting in a large arm-chair. “What do you want?” said

she to him, but she did not look so very wicked. “I should like to have

three golden hairs from the devil’s head,” answered he, “else I cannot

keep my wife.” “That is a good deal to ask for,” said she; “if the

devil comes home and finds you, it will cost you your life; but as I

pity you, I will see if I cannot help you.”

She changed him into an ant and said, “Creep into the folds of my

dress, you will be safe there.” “Yes,” answered he, “so far, so good;

but there are three things besides that I want to know: why a fountain

which once flowed with wine has become dry, and no longer gives even

water; why a tree which once bore golden apples does not even put forth

leaves; and why a ferry-man must always be going backwards and

forwards, and is never set free?”

“Those are difficult questions,” answered she, “but only be silent and

quiet and pay attention to what the devil says when I pull out the

three golden hairs.”

As the evening came on, the devil returned home. No sooner had he

entered than he noticed that the air was not pure. “I smell man’s

flesh,” said he; “all is not right here.” Then he pried into every

corner, and searched, but could not find anything. His grandmother

scolded him. “It has just been swept,” said she, “and everything put in

order, and now you are upsetting it again; you have always got man’s

flesh in your nose. Sit down and eat your supper.”

When he had eaten and drunk he was tired, and laid his head in his

grandmother’s lap, and before long he was fast asleep, snoring and

breathing heavily. Then the old woman took hold of a golden hair,

pulled it out, and laid it down near her. “Oh!” cried the devil, “what

are you doing?” “I have had a bad dream,” answered the grandmother, “so

I seized hold of your hair.” “What did you dream then?” said the devil.

“I dreamed that a fountain in a market-place from which wine once

flowed was dried up, and not even water would flow out of it; what is

the cause of it?” “Oh, ho! if they did but know it,” answered the

devil; “there is a toad sitting under a stone in the well; if they

killed it, the wine would flow again.”

He went to sleep again and snored until the windows shook. Then she

pulled the second hair out. “Ha! what are you doing?” cried the devil

angrily. “Do not take it ill,” said she, “I did it in a dream.” “What

have you dreamt this time?” asked he. “I dreamt that in a certain

kingdom there stood an apple-tree which had once borne golden apples,

but now would not even bear leaves. What, think you, was the reason?”

“Oh! if they did but know,” answered the devil. “A mouse is gnawing at

the root; if they killed this they would have golden apples again, but

if it gnaws much longer the tree will wither altogether. But leave me

alone with your dreams: if you disturb me in my sleep again you will

get a box on the ear.”

The grandmother spoke gently to him until he fell asleep again and

snored. Then she took hold of the third golden hair and pulled it out.

The devil jumped up, roared out, and would have treated her ill if she

had not quieted him once more and said, “Who can help bad dreams?”

“What was the dream, then?” asked he, and was quite curious. “I dreamt

of a ferry-man who complained that he must always ferry from one side

to the other, and was never released. What is the cause of it?” “Ah!

the fool,” answered the devil; “when any one comes and wants to go

across he must put the oar in his hand, and the other man will have to

ferry and he will be free.” As the grandmother had plucked out the

three golden hairs, and the three questions were answered, she let the

old serpent alone, and he slept until daybreak.

When the devil had gone out again the old woman took the ant out of the

folds of her dress, and gave the luck-child his human shape again.

“There are the three golden hairs for you,” said she. “What the Devil

said to your three questions, I suppose you heard?” “Yes,” answered he,

“I heard, and will take care to remember.” “You have what you want,”

said she, “and now you can go your way.” He thanked the old woman for

helping him in his need, and left hell well content that everything had

turned out so fortunately.

When he came to the ferry-man he was expected to give the promised

answer. “Ferry me across first,” said the luck-child, “and then I will

tell you how you can be set free,” and when he reached the opposite

shore he gave him the devil’s advice: “Next time any one comes, who

wants to be ferried over, just put the oar in his hand.”

He went on and came to the town wherein stood the unfruitful tree, and

there too the watchman wanted an answer. So he told him what he had

heard from the devil: “Kill the mouse which is gnawing at its root, and

it will again bear golden apples.” Then the watchman thanked him, and

gave him as a reward two asses laden with gold, which followed him.

At last he came to the town whose well was dry. He told the watchman

what the devil had said: “A toad is in the well beneath a stone; you

must find it and kill it, and the well will again give wine in plenty.”

The watchman thanked him, and also gave him two asses laden with gold.

At last the luck-child got home to his wife, who was heartily glad to

see him again, and to hear how well he had prospered in everything. To

the King he took what he had asked for, the devil’s three golden hairs,

and when the King saw the four asses laden with gold he was quite

content, and said, “Now all the conditions are fulfilled, and you can

keep my daughter. But tell me, dear son-in-law, where did all that gold

come from? this is tremendous wealth!” “I was rowed across a river,”

answered he, “and got it there; it lies on the shore instead of sand.”

“Can I too fetch some of it?” said the King; and he was quite eager

about it. “As much as you like,” answered he. “There is a ferry-man on

the river; let him ferry you over, and you can fill your sacks on the

other side.” The greedy King set out in all haste, and when he came to

the river he beckoned to the ferry-man to put him across. The ferry-man

came and bade him get in, and when they got to the other shore he put

the oar in his hand and sprang out. But from this time forth the King

had to ferry, as a punishment for his sins. Perhaps he is ferrying

still? If he is, it is because no one has taken the oar from him.