The king’s son, having determined to find the maiden, went all over the kingdom, and tried the slipper on every girl, but in some cases it was too long, in others too short, and, in fact, it did not fit any of them. As he was thus going about from one house to the other, the king’s son came at last to the house of the girl’s father, and the stepmother, seeing the king’s son coming, hid her step-daughter in a wash-trough before the house. When the king’s son came in with the slipper and asked if there were any girl in the house, the woman answered ‘Yes,’ and brought out her own daughter. But when the slipper was tried it was found it would not go even over the girl’s toes. Then the king’s son asked if no other girl was there, and the stepmother said, ‘No, there is no other in the house.’ At that moment the cock sprung upon the wash-trough, and crowed out ‘Cock-a-doodle-do!—here she is under the wash-trough!’
The stepmother shouted, ‘Go away! may the eagle fly away with you!’ But the king’s son, hearing that, hurried to the wash-trough, and lifted it up, and what did he see there! The same girl who had been in the church, in the same golden clothes in which she had appeared the third time there, but lying under the trough, and with only one slipper on. When the king’s son saw her, he nearly lost his senses for the moment, he was so very glad. Then he quickly tried to place the slipper he carried on her right foot, and it fitted her exactly, besides perfectly matching with the other slipper on her left foot. Then he took her away with him to his palace and married her.
THE GOLDEN-FLEECED RAM.
ONCE upon a time a hunter went to the mountains to hunt, and met there a golden-fleeced ram. The moment he saw it he took up his rifle to shoot it; before, however, he could do so, the ram rushed at him and killed him with its horns. His friends found him lying dead, and took him home and buried him, without knowing how he had been killed. The hunter’s wife hung up his rifle on a nail. When her son grew old enough, he one day asked his mother for the rifle, that he might go hunting. The mother, however, refused to give it him. ‘Nothing in the world, my son,’ cried she, ‘shall induce me to do so. Your father lost his life through that gun, and do you wish, also, to lose your life because of it?’
However the youth managed to steal the rifle one day, and went away to the mountains to hunt. When he came to the forest, the golden-fleeced ram appeared also to him, and said, ‘I killed your father, and I will kill you!’ The son was shocked, and said, ‘God help me!’ Then he levelled at the ram with the rifle and killed it.
Greatly rejoiced that he had killed the golden-fleeced ram, (for there was not another like it in all the kingdom) he now took the fleece home. In a very short time the news of this spread all over the country, and reached even the king’s ears. Then the king ordered the young lad to bring the ram’s fleece to him, that he might see what different animals lived in his kingdom. When the young lad took it to the king, and exhibited it, the king asked, ‘How much money do you want for that fleece?’ To which the young man answered, ‘I will not sell it for any money.’
Now the king’s first minister happened to be the uncle of the young man; instead, however, of being his friend, he was his greatest enemy. So the minister said to the king, ‘If he will not give you the fleece, set him something to do which will cost him his life. The best plan would be to order him to do something which it is impossible for him to do.’ Accordingly he advised the king to order the young man to plant a vineyard, and to bring him, within seven days, new wine from it. The young man hearing this, began to weep, and begged to be excused from such a task as he could not work a miracle. But the king said, ‘If you don’t do that in seven days, you shall lose your life.’
Then the youth returned weeping to his mother, and told her about it. And the mother said, ‘Did I not tell you, my son, that the golden fleece would cost you your life as it cost your father his?’ Weeping and wondering what to do, since he got no rest at home, he thus walked out of the village a good distance, when, suddenly, a little girl appeared before him and said, ‘Why are you weeping, my brother?’ He answered, somewhat angrily, ‘Go your way, in God’s name! you cannot help me.’ He then went on his way, but the little girl followed him, and begged much that he would tell her why he wept, ‘for, perhaps,’ said she, ‘I may be able to help you.’ ‘Well, then, I will tell you,’ said he, ‘though I am sure no one except God can help me.’ So he told her all that had happened to him, and what the king had ordered him to do. When she had heard all, she said, ‘Be not tearful, my brother, but go and demand from the king that he should appoint the place where the vineyard shall be planted, and order it to be dug in straight lines; then go yourself, and take a sack, with a branch of basilicum in it, and lie down to sleep in the place where the vineyard has been marked out. Take courage! Don’t be afraid! In seven days you will have ripe grapes.’
Thereupon he returned home and told his mother how he had met the little girl, and what she had told him; not, however, as having any belief in what she had said. The mother, however, when she had heard his words, said, ‘Go, my son, and try; anyhow you are a lost man. You can but try.’