However, they had to ride past the grave of Ashypattle’s mother, and two pigeons sitting on the little hazel tree called:
“Hear us coo, hear us coo,
There’s blood in the shoe, blood in the shoe.
See her foot bleeding as you ride.
Go back to find your own true bride.”
Then he looked at her foot, and saw the blood running out of it. He turned his horse, took the false bride back to the house and said she was not the girl he wanted, and her sister must try the shoe on. She went into her bedroom, and came back with all her toes fitting into the shoe, but her heel was too large. So her mother gave her a knife and said, “Cut off a piece of your heel. When you’re queen you won’t have to walk anywhere on foot.”
The girl cut off a piece of her heel, forced her foot into the shoe, bit back the pain and went out to the King’s son. He lifted her up on his horse as his bride, and rode away with her. But when they were passing the little hazel tree, the two doves sitting there called out:
“Hear us coo, hear us coo,
There’s blood in the shoe, blood in the shoe.
See her foot bleeding as you ride.
Turn back to find your own true bride.”
He looked down at the girl’s foot, and saw the blood running out of it, staining her white stocking red. Then he turned his horse and took the false bride back to the house.
“This isn’t the right girl either,” he said to the man. “Don’t you have another daughter?”
“No,” said the man, “only a grubby little Ashypattle who was my late wife’s child, but she can’t possibly be the bride.”
The King’s son told the man to send her up, but Ashypattle’s stepmother said, “Oh, dear me, no—she’s far too dirty, she’s not fit to be seen.”
But the King’s son insisted, and they had to call for Ashypattle. First she washed her hands and face clean, then she went up and curtseyed to the King’s son, who handed her the golden slipper. Then she sat down on a stool, took the heavy wooden clog off her left foot and put on the slipper, which was a perfect fit. And when she stood up and the King’s son looked at her face, he recognized the beautiful girl who had danced with him. “This is my own true bride!” he said.
Ashypattle’s stepmother and two stepsisters were so shocked that they turned pale with anger, but the King’s son lifted Ashypattle up on his horse and rode away with her. And as they passed the little hazel tree, the two white doves cried:
“Hear us coo, hear us coo,
There’s no blood now to be seen in the shoe.
Her foot isn’t bleeding as you ride.
Now you have found your rightful bride.”
And when the two doves had said that, they both came flying down to settle on Ashypattle’s shoulders, one on her right shoulder and the other on her left shoulder, and there they stayed.
When her wedding to the King’s son was to be held, the two stepsisters came along, thinking that by flattery they could have a share in her good luck. And when the bridal pair went into the church, the elder sister was to the right of them and the younger sister to the left, and the doves pecked out one eye of each of them. Afterwards, when the King’s son and his newly married bride came out of the church, the doves pecked out the sisters’ other eyes, so that they were punished for their wicked malice by being blind for the rest of their days.
MOTHER HOLLE
MOTHER HOLLE
ONCE UPON A TIME there was a widow who had two daughters. One of them was beautiful and industrious, but the other was ugly and lazy. However, she loved the ugly, lazy girl, who was her own daughter, much better than the other girl, who was her stepdaughter. She made the beautiful girl do all the work about the house, and treated her as a kitchen drudge. The poor girl also had to sit by a well on the main road every day, spinning so much yarn that blood dripped from her fingers.
One day her bobbin was so bloodstained that she bent over the well to wash the blood off it, but the bobbin slipped out of her hand and fell into the water. She wept bitterly, ran back to her stepmother and told her about the accident. But the hard-hearted woman scolded her angrily and said, “You dropped the bobbin into the well, so you can go and fetch it out again.”
The girl went back to the well. She didn’t know what to do, and in her fear she jumped into the well, hoping to find the bobbin. But she lost consciousness, and when she woke up and came back to her senses, she was in a beautiful meadow where thousands of flowers grew, and the sun was shining. She walked on over the meadow, and came to an oven full of bread. “Oh, take me out,” called the bread, “take me out, or I shall burn. I’m well baked and ready.” So the girl went over to the oven, picked up the bread shovel and took out all the loaves one by one. Then she went on and came to a tree heavy with apples. “Oh, shake me,” called the tree, “shake me, we apples are all ripe.” So she shook the tree to make the apples fall off, as if it were raining apples, and when she had gathered them all into a heap she went on again.
At last she came to a little house, and an old woman looked out of it. She had big teeth, and the girl felt afraid of her. She was going to walk on, but the old woman called after her, “What are you afraid of, dear child? Stay with me, and if you do the work about the house for me properly then you will be rewarded. You must just take care to make my feather bed well and shake it hard every morning, to make the feathers fly, because that’s when snow falls in the world. I am Mother Holle.”
When the old woman spoke to her so kindly, the girl plucked up her courage, agreed and entered into Mother Holle’s service. She did everything to the old lady’s satisfaction, and always shook her feather bed well, making the feathers fly around in the air like snowflakes. In return she lived well with the old woman, who never said a cross word to her, and there was boiled meat and roast meat to eat every day. But when she had been with Mother Holle for a while, she began to feel sad, and she herself didn’t know at first what the matter was. At last she realised that it was homesickness, and although she was a thousand times better off here than at home, yet she longed to go back there. In the end she said to the old woman, “I’m grieving for my home, and although I am so well off down here, I can’t stay any longer. I must go up to my own family again.”
“I’m glad to hear you say you would like to go home,” said Mother Holle, “and because you have served me so faithfully I will take you myself.” She took the girl’s hand and led her to a great gate. The gate was opened, and as the girl stood in the gateway a great shower of gold rained down, and the gold clung to her, covering her all over. “That’s your reward for working so hard,” said Mother Holle, and she also gave her the bobbin that had fallen into the well to take home. Thereupon the gate was closed, and the girl found herself in the world above, not far from her mother’s house. When she stepped into the yard, the rooster was sitting on the well, and he crowed:
“Cock-a-doodle-do, cock-a-doodle-doo
Here’s our golden girl come home, cock-a-doodle-doo.”
Then the girl went into the house and, seeing all the gold clinging to her, her stepmother and stepsister welcomed her back.
The girl told them everything that had happened to her, and when her stepmother heard how she had come by such riches, she wanted her own daughter, the ugly, lazy girl, to have the same good fortune. So the lazy girl had to sit by the well spinning, and she pricked her fingers and stuck her hand in a hedge of thorns to get the bobbin bloody. Then she threw the bobbin into the well and jumped straight in after it.
Like her stepsister, she came to the beautiful meadow and walked the same way. When she came to the oven, the bread was calling once again, “Oh, take me out, take me out, or I shall burn. I’m well baked and ready.” But the lazy girl replied, “Do you think I want to get myself all dirty?” and went on walking. Soon she came to the apple tree. “Oh, shake me,” called the tree, “shake me, we apples are all ripe.” But she replied, “What an idea! One of the apples might fall on my head,�
� and again she went on walking.
When she came to Mother Holle’s house she wasn’t afraid, because she had already heard about the old woman’s big teeth, and she took service with her at once. On the first day she made an effort, worked hard and did as Mother Holle told her, because she was thinking of all the gold she would be given. On the second day, however, she neglected her work, and on the third day she wouldn’t even get up in the morning. Nor did she make Mother Holle’s feather bed properly, or shake it to make the feathers fly.
Mother Holle soon got tired of this, and told her that it was time for her to leave. The lazy girl was pleased to hear that, and thought that now she would get the shower of gold. But Mother Holle led her to the gate, and when she was standing in the gateway no gold but a cauldron full of pitch was tipped over her. “That’s the reward for your services,” said Mother Holle, and she shut the door.
So the lazy girl went home, but she was covered with pitch, and when the cockerel on the well saw her he crowed:
“Cock-a-doodle-doo, cock-a-doodle-doo
Here’s our grubby girl come home, cock-a-doodle-doo.”
The pitch stuck fast to her, and she couldn’t get it off again all the rest of her days.
THE SEVEN RAVENS
THE SEVEN RAVENS
THERE WAS A MAN who had seven sons and wanted a daughter, but he had no little girl yet. At last his wife told him they were expecting another child, and when the baby was born it was indeed a girl. The man and his wife were delighted, but the baby was so small and weak that they thought she had better be baptised at once. The father sent one of the boys to hurry off to the well for water, the other six went too, and what with each of them wanting to be the first to draw water they lost their hold on the jug and dropped it down the well. There they stood, and they didn’t know what to do next, for none of them dared to go home.
They didn’t come back, and they didn’t come back, and their father began to grow impatient. “I expect they’ve gone off to play some game or other and forgotten,” he said. “Those thoughtless, wicked boys!” And in his grief, fearing that the baby girl might die unbaptised, he cried, “I wish those boys were all turned into ravens!”
As he spoke, he heard the beating of wings in the air above his head, and when he looked up he saw seven ravens black as coal flying away.
The parents couldn’t undo the father’s curse now, but sad as they were over the loss of their seven sons, their dear little daughter was some comfort to them. She was soon strong and well, and she grew prettier every day. For a long time she didn’t know that she was not an only child, for her parents were careful never to mention what had happened in front of her. One day, however, she happened to hear people talking about her, saying yes, she was a lovely girl, but she was to blame for her seven brothers’ misfortune.
That made her sad, and she went to her father and mother and asked if she really had brothers, and where they had gone.
Her parents couldn’t keep the secret any longer now, but they told her it was Heaven’s doing, and her birth had been only the innocent cause of it.
However, the girl fretted about her brothers every day, and decided that she must break the spell on them. She couldn’t rest, and one day she set off in secret and went out into the wide world to look for her brothers, determined to set them free at any price. She took nothing with her but a little ring as a memento of her parents, a loaf of bread to satisfy her hunger, a pitcher of water to quench her thirst and a little chair to sit on when she felt tired.
So she went on and on, far, far away, until she reached the world’s end. She came to the sun, but the sun was hot and fierce, and ate up little children.
She ran away in a hurry and went to see the moon, but the moon was icy cold, and cruel and wicked too. “I smell human flesh!” cried the moon, on seeing the child. So she ran away in haste and went to see the stars.
The stars were kind and friendly, each of them sitting on its own little chair. The morning star, however, stood up, gave the girl a chicken bone and said, “You’ll never open the glass mountain without this bone, and your brothers are inside the glass mountain.”
So the girl took the chicken bone, wrapped it carefully in a piece of cloth and went on again. She went on and on until she came to the glass mountain. The gate was locked, and the girl was going to take out the chicken bone, but when she undid the cloth she found it empty. She had lost the gift given to her by the kind stars.
What was she to do now? She was determined to save her brothers, but she had no key to open the glass mountain. So the good little sister took a knife and cut off one of her little fingers, and when she put it in the lock the gate opened at once.
Once she was inside the glass mountain, she saw a dwarf coming to meet her. “My dear, what are you looking for?” asked the dwarf.
“I’m looking for my brothers, the seven ravens,” she said.
“Well,” said the dwarf, “my masters the ravens are not at home, but if you’d like to wait until they come back, then please step this way.”
Then the dwarf carried in the ravens’ dinner on seven little dishes, and their drink in seven little goblets, and their sister ate a scrap from every dish and drank a sip from every goblet, but she dropped the ring she had brought from home in the last little goblet.
All of a sudden there was a whirring in the air and a flapping of wings, and the dwarf said, “Here come my masters, the ravens, flying home.”
In came the ravens, hungry and thirsty, and they went to eat and drink from their little dishes and goblets. Then each of them said, one after another, “Who’s been eating out of my dish? Who’s been drinking out of my goblet? Some human mouth was here.”
And as the seventh raven reached the bottom of his goblet the ring rolled out. When he saw it, he recognized it as a ring that had belonged to his mother and father.
“Oh, if only our little sister were here,” he said, “then the spell on us would be broken!”
The girl, who was hiding behind the door listening, heard his wish and came out. Then all the ravens returned to human form. The brothers and their sister hugged and kissed each other, and then they went happily home.
LITTLE RED CAPE
LITTLE RED CAPE
ONCE UPON A TIME there was a sweet little girl. Everyone who saw her loved her, and her grandmother loved her most of all. She never tired of giving the child presents. One day she gave her a little cape with a hood made of red velvet, and because it suited her so well and she wore it all the time, everyone called her Little Red Cape.
Well, one day her mother told the child, “Look, Little Red Cape, here’s a piece of cake and a bottle of wine, and I want you to take them out into the woods to your grandmother. She’s feeling weak and poorly, and they’ll do her good. So set off before the sun gets hot, and when you’re out in the forest keep to the path like a good girl and don’t leave it, or you might fall and break the bottle, and then there’d be nothing for Grandmother. And when you get inside Grandmother’s house remember to say good morning, and don’t go poking about in all the corners first.”
“I’ll be good,” said Little Red Cape, shaking hands with her mother to show that it was a promise. Now her grandmother lived in the forest, half an hour’s walk from the village, and as Little Red Cape walked in among the trees the wolf came to meet her. But Little Red Cape didn’t know what a wicked wolf he was, so she wasn’t afraid of him.
“Good day to you, Little Red Cape,” said the wolf.
“Thank you kindly, wolf,” she said.
“Where are you off to so early in the morning, Little Red Cape?”
“I’m going to see Grandmother.”
“What’s that you’re carrying under your apron?”
“Some cake and wine—it was baking day yesterday, so I’m taking poor sick Grandmother something to do her good and make her stronger.”
“And where does your grandmother live, Little Red Cape?”
“Oh, her h
ouse is another good quarter of an hour’s walk away in the forest, under the three big oak trees and quite close to the hazelnut hedges. I’m sure you know the place,” said Little Red Cape.
But the wicked wolf was thinking: This tender little girl is a nice plump morsel. She’ll taste even better than the old woman. If I go about this cunningly I can snap up the pair of them.
So he trotted on beside Little Red Cape for a while, and then he said, “Oh, see the beautiful flowers growing around the path, Little Red Cape! Why not stop to take a look at them? And I don’t believe you’ve even heard the dear little birds who are singing so prettily! You just trudge along as if you were going to school, but it’s such fun out here in the forest.
Little Red Cape opened her eyes to look around, and when she saw the sunbeams dancing back and forth among the trees, and all the beautiful flowers in the forest, she thought: Grandmother would like me to take her a bunch of fresh flowers, and it’s still so early that I’ll get to her house in plenty of time.
Then she strayed off among the trees looking for flowers, and as soon as she had picked one she thought she saw an even prettier flower further away, so she ran to pick that one too, and all the time she strayed further and further into the forest.
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