บทที่ บทที่ 18 · The Fisherman and His Wife

. The Fisherman and His Wife

There was once on a time a Fisherman who lived with his wife in a

miserable hovel close by the sea, and every day he went out fishing.

And once as he was sitting with his rod, looking at the clear water,

his line suddenly went down, far down below, and when he drew it up

again he brought out a large Flounder. Then the Flounder said to him,

“Hark, you Fisherman, I pray you, let me live, I am no Flounder really,

but an enchanted prince. What good will it do you to kill me? I should

not be good to eat, put me in the water again, and let me go.” “Come,”

said the Fisherman, “there is no need for so many words about it—a fish

that can talk I should certainly let go, anyhow,” with that he put him

back again into the clear water, and the Flounder went to the bottom,

leaving a long streak of blood behind him. Then the Fisherman got up

and went home to his wife in the hovel.

“Husband,” said the woman, “have you caught nothing to-day?” “No,” said

the man, “I did catch a Flounder, who said he was an enchanted prince,

so I let him go again.” “Did you not wish for anything first?” said the

woman. “No,” said the man; “what should I wish for?” “Ah,” said the

woman, “it is surely hard to have to live always in this dirty hovel;

you might have wished for a small cottage for us. Go back and call him.

Tell him we want to have a small cottage, he will certainly give us

that.” “Ah,” said the man, “why should I go there again?” “Why,” said

the woman, “you did catch him, and you let him go again; he is sure to

do it. Go at once.” The man still did not quite like to go, but did not

like to oppose his wife, and went to the sea.

When he got there the sea was all green and yellow, and no longer so

smooth; so he stood still and said,

“Flounder, flounder in the sea,

Come, I pray thee, here to me;

For my wife, good Ilsabil,

Wills not as I’d have her will.”

Then the Flounder came swimming to him and said, “Well what does she

want, then?” “Ah,” said the man, “I did catch you, and my wife says I

really ought to have wished for something. She does not like to live in

a wretched hovel any longer. She would like to have a cottage.” “Go,

then,” said the Flounder, “she has it already.”

When the man went home, his wife was no longer in the hovel, but

instead of it there stood a small cottage, and she was sitting on a

bench before the door. Then she took him by the hand and said to him,

“Just come inside, look, now isn’t this a great deal better?” So they

went in, and there was a small porch, and a pretty little parlor and

bedroom, and a kitchen and pantry, with the best of furniture, and

fitted up with the most beautiful things made of tin and brass,

whatsoever was wanted. And behind the cottage there was a small yard,

with hens and ducks, and a little garden with flowers and fruit.

“Look,” said the wife, “is not that nice!” “Yes,” said the husband,

“and so we must always think it,—now we will live quite contented.” “We

will think about that,” said the wife. With that they ate something and

went to bed.

Everything went well for a week or a fortnight, and then the woman

said, “Hark you, husband, this cottage is far too small for us, and the

garden and yard are little; the Flounder might just as well have given

us a larger house. I should like to live in a great stone castle; go to

the Flounder, and tell him to give us a castle.” “Ah, wife,” said the

man, “the cottage is quite good enough; why should we live in a

castle?” “What!” said the woman; “just go there, the Flounder can

always do that.” “No, wife,” said the man, “the Flounder has just given

us the cottage, I do not like to go back so soon, it might make him

angry.” “Go,” said the woman, “he can do it quite easily, and will be

glad to do it; just you go to him.”

The man’s heart grew heavy, and he would not go. He said to himself,

“It is not right,” and yet he went. And when he came to the sea the

water was quite purple and dark-blue, and grey and thick, and no longer

so green and yellow, but it was still quiet. And he stood there and

said—

“Flounder, flounder in the sea,

Come, I pray thee, here to me;

For my wife, good Ilsabil,

Wills not as I’d have her will.”

“Well, what does she want, then?” said the Flounder. “Alas,” said the

man, half scared, “she wants to live in a great stone castle.” “Go to

it, then, she is standing before the door,” said the Flounder.

Then the man went away, intending to go home, but when he got there, he

found a great stone palace, and his wife was just standing on the steps

going in, and she took him by the hand and said, “Come in.” So he went

in with her, and in the castle was a great hall paved with marble, and

many servants, who flung wide the doors; And the walls were all bright

with beautiful hangings, and in the rooms were chairs and tables of

pure gold, and crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, and all the

rooms and bed-rooms had carpets, and food and wine of the very best

were standing on all the tables, so that they nearly broke down beneath

it. Behind the house, too, there was a great court-yard, with stables

for horses and cows, and the very best of carriages; there was a

magnificent large garden, too, with the most beautiful flowers and

fruit-trees, and a park quite half a mile long, in which were stags,

deer, and hares, and everything that could be desired. “Come,” said the

woman, “isn’t that beautiful?” “Yes, indeed,” said the man, “now let it

be; and we will live in this beautiful castle and be content.” “We will

consider about that,” said the woman, “and sleep upon it;” thereupon

they went to bed.

Next morning the wife awoke first, and it was just daybreak, and from

her bed she saw the beautiful country lying before her. Her husband was

still stretching himself, so she poked him in the side with her elbow,

and said, “Get up, husband, and just peep out of the window. Look you,

couldn’t we be the King over all that land? Go to the Flounder, we will

be the King.” “Ah, wife,” said the man, “why should we be King? I do

not want to be King.” “Well,” said the wife, “if you won’t be King, I

will; go to the Flounder, for I will be King.” “Ah, wife,” said the

man, “why do you want to be King? I do not like to say that to him.”

“Why not?” said the woman; “go to him this instant; I must be King!” So

the man went, and was quite unhappy because his wife wished to be King.

“It is not right; it is not right,” thought he. He did not wish to go,

but yet he went.

And when he came to the sea, it was quite dark-grey, and the water

heaved up from below, and smelt putrid. Then he went and stood by it,

and said,

“Flounder, flounder in the sea,

Come, I pray thee, here to me;

For my wife, good Ilsabil,

Wills not as I’d have her will”

“Well, what does she want, then?” said the Flounder. “Alas,” said the

man, “she wants to be King.” “Go to her; she is King already.”

So the man went, and when he came to the palace, the castle had become

much larger, and had a great tower and magnificent ornaments, and the

sentinel was standing before the door, and there were numbers of

soldiers with kettle-drums and trumpets. And when he went inside the

house, everything was of real marble and gold, with velvet covers and

great golden tassels. Then the doors of the hall were opened, and there

was the court in all its splendour, and his wife was sitting on a high

throne of gold and diamonds, with a great crown of gold on her head,

and a sceptre of pure gold and jewels in her hand, and on both sides of

her stood her maids-in-waiting in a row, each of them always one head

shorter than the last.

Then he went and stood before her, and said, “Ah, wife, and now you are

King.” “Yes,” said the woman, “now I am King.” So he stood and looked

at her, and when he had looked at her thus for some time, he said, “And

now that you are King, let all else be, now we will wish for nothing

more.” “Nay, husband,” said the woman, quite anxiously, “I find time

pass very heavily, I can bear it no longer; go to the Flounder—I am

King, but I must be Emperor, too.” “Alas, wife, why do you wish to be

Emperor?” “Husband,” said she, “go to the Flounder. I will be Emperor.”

“Alas, wife,” said the man, “he cannot make you Emperor; I may not say

that to the fish. There is only one Emperor in the land. An Emperor the

Flounder cannot make you! I assure you he cannot.”

“What!” said the woman, “I am the King, and you are nothing but my

husband; will you go this moment? go at once! If he can make a King he

can make an emperor. I will be Emperor; go instantly.” So he was forced

to go. As the man went, however, he was troubled in mind, and thought

to himself, “It will not end well; it will not end well! Emperor is too

shameless! The Flounder will at last be tired out.”

With that he reached the sea, and the sea was quite black and thick,

and began to boil up from below, so that it threw up bubbles, and such

a sharp wind blew over it that it curdled, and the man was afraid. Then

he went and stood by it, and said,

“Flounder, flounder in the sea,

Come, I pray thee, here to me;

For my wife, good Ilsabil,

Wills not as I’d have her will.”

“Well, what does she want, then?” said the Flounder. “Alas, Flounder,”

said he, “my wife wants to be Emperor.” “Go to her,” said the Flounder;

“she is Emperor already.”

So the man went, and when he got there the whole palace was made of

polished marble with alabaster figures and golden ornaments, and

soldiers were marching before the door blowing trumpets, and beating

cymbals and drums; and in the house, barons, and counts, and dukes were

going about as servants. Then they opened the doors to him, which were

of pure gold. And when he entered, there sat his wife on a throne,

which was made of one piece of gold, and was quite two miles high; and

she wore a great golden crown that was three yards high, and set with

diamonds and carbuncles, and in one hand she had the sceptre, and in

the other the imperial orb; and on both sides of her stood the yeomen

of the guard in two rows, each being smaller than the one before him,

from the biggest giant, who was two miles high, to the very smallest

dwarf, just as big as my little finger. And before it stood a number of

princes and dukes.

Then the man went and stood among them, and said, “Wife, are you

Emperor now?” “Yes,” said she, “now I am Emperor.” Then he stood and

looked at her well, and when he had looked at her thus for some time,

he said, “Ah, wife, be content, now that you are Emperor.” “Husband,”

said she, “why are you standing there? Now, I am Emperor, but I will be

Pope too; go to the Flounder.” “Alas, wife,” said the man, “what will

you not wish for? You cannot be Pope. There is but one in Christendom.

He cannot make you Pope.” “Husband,” said she, “I will be Pope; go

immediately, I must be Pope this very day.” “No, wife,” said the man,

“I do not like to say that to him; that would not do, it is too much;

the Flounder can’t make you Pope.” “Husband,” said she, “what nonsense!

If he can make an emperor he can make a pope. Go to him directly. I am

Emperor, and you are nothing but my husband; will you go at once?”

Then he was afraid and went; but he was quite faint, and shivered and

shook, and his knees and legs trembled. And a high wind blew over the

land, and the clouds flew, and towards evening all grew dark, and the

leaves fell from the trees, and the water rose and roared as if it were

boiling, and splashed upon the shore. And in the distance he saw ships

which were firing guns in their sore need, pitching and tossing on the

waves. And yet in the midst of the sky there was still a small bit of

blue, though on every side it was as red as in a heavy storm. So, full

of despair, he went and stood in much fear and said,

“Flounder, flounder in the sea,

Come, I pray thee, here to me;”

For my wife, good Ilsabil,

Wills not as I’d have her will.

“Well, what does she want, then?” said the Flounder. “Alas,” said the

man, “she wants to be Pope.” “Go to her then,” said the Flounder; “she

is Pope already.”

So he went, and when he got there, he saw what seemed to be a large

church surrounded by palaces. He pushed his way through the crowd.

Inside, however, everything was lighted up with thousands and thousands

of candles, and his wife was clad in gold, and she was sitting on a

much higher throne, and had three great golden crowns on, and round

about her there was much ecclesiastical splendour; and on both sides of

her was a row of candles the largest of which was as tall as the very

tallest tower, down to the very smallest kitchen candle, and all the

emperors and kings were on their knees before her, kissing her shoe.

“Wife,” said the man, and looked attentively at her, “are you now

Pope?” “Yes,” said she, “I am Pope.” So he stood and looked at her, and

it was just as if he was looking at the bright sun. When he had stood

looking at her thus for a short time, he said, “Ah, wife, if you are

Pope, do let well alone!” But she looked as stiff as a post, and did

not move or show any signs of life. Then said he, “Wife, now that you

are Pope, be satisfied, you cannot become anything greater now.” “I

will consider about that,” said the woman. Thereupon they both went to

bed, but she was not satisfied, and greediness let her have no sleep,

for she was continually thinking what there was left for her to be.

The man slept well and soundly, for he had run about a great deal

during the day; but the woman could not fall asleep at all, and flung

herself from one side to the other the whole night through, thinking

always what more was left for her to be, but unable to call to mind

anything else. At length the sun began to rise, and when the woman saw

the red of dawn, she sat up in bed and looked at it. And when, through

the window, she saw the sun thus rising, she said, “Cannot I, too,

order the sun and moon to rise?” “Husband,” she said, poking him in the

ribs with her elbows, “wake up! go to the Flounder, for I wish to be

even as God is.” The man was still half asleep, but he was so horrified

that he fell out of bed. He thought he must have heard amiss, and

rubbed his eyes, and said, “Alas, wife, what are you saying?”

“Husband,” said she, “if I can’t order the sun and moon to rise, and

have to look on and see the sun and moon rising, I can’t bear it. I

shall not know what it is to have another happy hour, unless I can make

them rise myself.” Then she looked at him so terribly that a shudder

ran over him, and said, “Go at once; I wish to be like unto God.”

“Alas, wife,” said the man, falling on his knees before her, “the

Flounder cannot do that; he can make an emperor and a pope; I beseech

you, go on as you are, and be Pope.” Then she fell into a rage, and her

hair flew wildly about her head, and she cried, “I will not endure

this, I’ll not bear it any longer; wilt thou go?” Then he put on his

trousers and ran away like a madman. But outside a great storm was

raging, and blowing so hard that he could scarcely keep his feet;

houses and trees toppled over, the mountains trembled, rocks rolled

into the sea, the sky was pitch black, and it thundered and lightened,

and the sea came in with black waves as high as church-towers and

mountains, and all with crests of white foam at the top. Then he cried,

but could not hear his own words,

“Flounder, flounder in the sea,

Come, I pray thee, here to me;

For my wife, good Ilsabil,

Wills not as I’d have her will.”

“Well, what does she want, then?” said the Flounder. “Alas,” said he,

“she wants to be like unto God.” “Go to her, and you will find her back

again in the dirty hovel.” And there they are living still at this very

time.