THE TEN BLOWERS
by Abbie Farwell Brown · from The Flower Princess
Adapted Version
Long ago, a clever miller lived. He had a big idea for Hans.
The Miller lived in a windy land. He had a son. His name was Hans. Hans had very strong lungs. He cried very loudly. The Miller had a big idea. Hans could be a Blower. He could make wind. The Miller gave Hans a whistle. Hans blew the whistle. It made a loud noise. He blew it very well. He blew it very hard.
Then more sons came. Nine more sons came. All these sons had strong lungs. They all cried very loudly. The Miller gave them horns too. They had trumpets. They had bugles. The sons blew and blew. The house was very noisy. Ten sons made much noise. They were all Blowers. They blew their horns all day. They blew their horns all night.
The ten sons blew very well. They made much loud noise. They blew on many horns. But they made no music. The Miller wanted music. He wanted music makers. But the sons made only noise. The Miller was a little sad. He wanted them to play songs. They only made loud sounds.
The mill was very noisy. People did not like the noise. People did not come to the mill. They went to other mills. The Miller had no work. He had no money. His group became poor. They had little food. The sons' blowing seemed bad. It did not help them. Their special skill made trouble. It did not bring good things.
One morning, there was no wind. The windmills stood still. The Miller could not grind grain. Farmer Huss waited for his grain. His group had no food. They had no money for bread. The Miller was very sad. He looked at the horns. He thought, "I must sell them." He felt very sad. This was a bad day. He had no hope.
Then the Miller had a new idea. It was a very big idea. His sons had strong breath. They blew very hard all day. They could make wind. They could turn the mill. "Yes!" he said. "They can make wind for the mill! This is their special talent! This is their true gift. It will help us all."
The Miller told his sons. "Blow the mill!" he said. The ten sons stood in a row. They blew with all their might. Hoo! Hoo! The wind came. The mill blades turned. The mill ground the grain. Farmer Huss was very happy. His group had food again. They were not sad now. Their special skill was very good. It saved the day.
News spread far away. People heard about the Miller's group. They called them the Wind-Blowing group. Their talent was very special. The King heard the news. He lived in a big castle. The King sent for the Miller. He called him to the castle. The King wanted to see them. He wanted to know their secret.
The King was very sad. He told the Miller his problem. His son was the Prince. The Prince was on a ship. The ship was on the sea. There was no wind. The ship could not move. The Prince could not go to his wedding. He would be very sad. The King asked for help. "Can your sons make wind?" "Please help my son," he said. "He needs to marry."
The ten sons went to the sea. They stood in a long row. The Miller said, "Blow! Blow hard, my sons!" They breathed deep. They blew with all their might. Hoo! Hoo! A big wind came. The ship sails filled. The ship moved slowly. Then it moved faster. The sons blew two more times. The ship sailed far away. The Prince was on his way. He would get to his wedding.
The Prince arrived well. He was very happy. The King was very happy too. He thanked the Miller. The King gave the Miller a big title. He was now a Duke. His sons got titles too. They were now Earls. They got much gold. They got much silver. They were very rich. They had much land. They had many fine things.
Many years passed by. The Prince became the King. His Princess became the Queen. They had ten daughters. The daughters were very pretty. The King and Queen remembered the sons. They remembered their special skill. They arranged ten weddings. The ten sons married the ten daughters. All were very happy.
Hans was the first son. He was very wise. He became King of the land. He ruled the Land of Windmills. His brothers helped him rule. They were all good rulers. Their special skill brought great fortune. It brought much joy to all. It made them rich and very happy. A special skill is a great gift. It can help many people. It can make you very happy.
Original Story
THE TEN BLOWERS
I
Once upon a time there was a fat Miller who lived in the Land of Windmills. Now that is a queer country, where the people look queer, talk and live and dress queerly, and where queer things are likely to happen at any time. So you must not be surprised if this should be a queer tale of the Miller and his mill and his family; but you must take my queer word for it that the happenings were all queerly true as I shall tell them.
The Miller was a thoughtful fellow, as the folk of the Land of Windmills are apt to be; and he had ideas. When his first son was born he sat down and thought for a long time. His baby had fine lungs; he cried louder and longer than any baby of whom the Miller had ever heard, so that the father had to go out of doors to think.
"He is a very remarkable child!" said the Miller to himself. "His talents in the way of lung-power are extraordinary; they must be developed. I believe in deciding as soon as possible what a child shall be, according to his earliest inclinations. With his fine lungs he must become a Blower of some kind; a Musician,—perhaps a Corneter or a Flutist. But that we can decide later. I shall begin to train him immediately."
So the Miller trained the lungs of his son. His first gift to the baby was an ivory whistle, and the little fellow soon learned to blow it so that his mother was nearly deafened. When he grew stronger he had a penny trumpet, and then there was a racket, to be sure! But the more noise he made the more were the Miller and his good wife delighted. For they said to each other: "What wonderful talents has our son! Surely he will become a great blowing Musician in the days that are to be."
Before he was a year old Hans could blow a little bugle so loudly that all the dogs of the neighborhood would rush to the house and surround it, barking. But he made no tunes on the bugle; only noise.
Not long after this came a little brother for Hans; and this baby showed the same talents as the first one, by day and by night filling the cottage with his sturdy bellows. You might think that this would have disturbed the peace of the Miller and his wife, who could get no sleep at all. But no, indeed! They were twice delighted.
"Look now!" they said, "we shall have two little Blowers in the family,—perhaps a flute and a trombone; perhaps a cornet and a fife,—who knows?" And they began to put Piet through the same training that Hans had received; which was very pleasant for the little brothers, as you can imagine. There was no crying of "Oh, children! Don't make such a racket!" in that house. There was no hiding of whistles and trumpets and bugles. When one noisy toy wore out they were immediately given a new one, for fear that they should forget how to blow. And they played at nothing else all day long but blowing, and blowing, and blowing. The house was so noisy that the neighbors did not often visit the Miller's wife. But she cared nothing at all for that.
Then another baby came; and as the years went by more little brothers blessed the Miller's cottage, each with the same wonderful lung-power, the same puffy cheeks, the same fondness for blowing. Till before the Miller fairly had counted them all, he found himself sitting at the head of a table around which ten little Blowers kicked their heels and blew on their porridge to cool it.
Now ten little Blowers, each blowing all day long for dear life, have ten big appetites; and the Miller had hard work to supply them with food. The children were not helping him by earning money. Oh no! They were too busy blowing,—practicing on the flutes, trombones, trumpets, bugles, fifes, horns, oboes, cornets, bassoons, and piccolos which their father had bought them, hoping that they would be Musicians. But it was very strange; although they were becoming skillful indeed in making a loud noise, they had never yet made any music. The more they practiced the further they seemed to be from any tune. When they all got together and blew their instruments as hard as they could, you cannot imagine a more wonderful noise than that which they produced! They could blow the panes out of the windows and the leaves from the trees, but they could not make the least little tune to save their lives.
At last the poor Miller saw that they never would make any tune, because there was no music in them, not in one of them. They could never be Musicians, though they were wonderful Blowers. You see, unless they could blow tunes on their instruments no one would ever pay merely to hear them blow; indeed, nowadays folk seldom ventured near the mill, the family made such a din. And this blew trade away, even on windy days. The Miller was growing poorer and poorer, and it seemed unlikely that his children would ever help him to earn their bread, for they had been brought up to blow, and that was all they knew how to do.
One morning the Miller went out to grind some grain which Farmer Huss had left the night before. Huss, who was stone deaf, was the only neighbor who cared nowadays to come to the noisy mill, and naturally the Miller was anxious to please him. But when he looked up at the cloudless sky he saw that there would be no grinding done that morning. There was no breeze anywhere, and the mill was sound asleep. The windmill was lazy, like all its race, and unless an urging wind was blowing it would not work at all. On breezeless days the mill slept from morning until night, and then the farmers who had brought their grain grumbled and were angry with the poor Miller; which, of course, was very unreasonable. Farmer Huss had vowed that if his grain was not ground before noon he would never come near the Miller again; and that would be bad indeed, for, deaf though he was, he remained the Miller's best customer. Worst of all, there was not a crust in the house, not a penny to buy bread. And although the children were now so busy blowing that they had forgotten to be hungry, before night they would be crying for food. What was to be done?
Hollow-eyed with hunger and anxiety, the Miller sat down and stared at the motionless mill. Something must be done! Unless the children could help him earn a penny he must sell their flutes, trombones, trumpets, bugles, fifes, horns, oboes, cornets, bassoons, and piccolos; but what then would become of their wonderful talents for blowing?
"Must all their practice be wasted?" thought the Miller. "They have blown, they have blown until their breath is as strong as the wind. Ha! I have an idea!" And jumping up he ran as fast as his legs would carry him to gather his little flock. "It is an ill babe that blows no good!" said the Miller to himself.
The Miller found his boys in the mill yard blowing on their ten instruments. Hans the eldest, who was head and shoulders taller than his father, had the huge bassoon, and the baby, who was just able to toddle, grasped a piccolo. All the other brothers big and little, tall and short, were tootling upon their various instruments with their cheeks bulging out like balloons; and the noise was so deafening that the bugs and beetles burrowed down into the ground to escape it, while even the fishes in the well turned over on their backs and fainted from the vibrations. Whenever they were hungry the Miller's sons always blew hardest, because then they forgot about their empty stomachs. Although it was a still day,—so still that the windmill's arms were quite motionless,—when the children blew the notes from their instruments the smoke about the cottage chimney huddled itself together and scudded horizontally away. The trees swayed as if blown by a tempest, and the waters of the duck-pond became humpy with waves; so that the ducks were in danger of drowning. When the Miller saw all this he was delighted, and his face beamed like the sun after a shower.
"Good, my children, good!" he cried. "You are wonderful little Blowers, and you shall make my fortune yet, though there is not one note of music in the ten of you. But look now; I have an idea! Gather around me and I will tell you."
The ten children dropped their instruments and crowded eagerly about the Miller, for they hoped that he was going to tell them some way to get a dinner. But instead of this, he led them in a procession straight to the windmill, where it stood lazily holding out its arms for the breeze which did not come.
"Look at that lazy windmill!" said the Miller. "He has ground no meal for a whole day, and we have no money to buy food. Now, children, open your mouths and blow, blow, as hard as you know how, to see whether you cannot blow wind into his sails and make him go."
So the ten boys stood in a row, and at a signal took in a deep breath. When the Miller counted "One—two—three!" they made round mouths and blew out a long breath, straight towards the windmill's nearest arm. And lo! Instantly the sails filled, and the great windmill spun around like mad, whether it would or no. The Miller's idea was wonderful! The children jumped up and down, clapping their hands. Why had they never thought of this before? This was better than blowing instruments!
The Miller told the children to keep on blowing, and ran into the mill to fill the hopper with grain. The white flour went sifting into the bags till their sides were plump and firm. In a few moments all the grain was ground, and the Miller was on his way to deliver the bags to neighbor Huss. And deaf old Huss was so pleased to have his meal ready before he expected it that he paid the Miller double, promising to call again very soon. So now the Miller had money to buy bread for his children; and a fine supper they enjoyed that night, you may be sure.
Best of it all was that their good luck had come to stay. The children gave up their flutes, trombones, trumpets, bugles, fifes, horns, oboes, cornets, bassoons, and piccolos, because they had decided not to be musicians, but mill-blowers instead,—which was a blow to music. After all, they said, their new profession was a more distinguished one. For with practice any one can blow a blast on a trombone, but few families of ten have lungs so mighty that they can blow a windmill when it wants to stand still.
They practiced and they practiced, before and after school. And they grew so skillful that the Miller declared them to be better than any breeze, for they were always ready when he wanted them. On days when no breeze was blowing and all the other windmills in the land were as quiet as the market on Sunday,—then the neighbors flocked to the Miller of the wonderful blowing family, and at his mill they were sure of having their grain ground quickly and well. The Miller was fast growing rich. He charged double price, always; and, indeed, folk thought it was worth paying a double price to see the Miller's Ten Blowers at their work.
They had neat little uniforms of blue and white, like figures on a tile,—blue trousers and white millers' smocks, and wooden shoes. And they were trained to stand in an orderly row, with big Hans at the head and chubby baby Tod at the foot, all puff-cheeked, ruddy, and broad-chested from much blowing. And they blew all together,—one—two! one—two! one—two!—with a sound like a great wind in the chimney on a January night, while the windmill whirled around like a mad thing and seemed ready to blow to pieces. But the on-lookers had to be careful to put a rock in their pockets, or to hold on to something steady, lest they be blown from their feet by the blast which the children blew.
Stories of the Miller's wonderful family spread far and wide, and many folk came to see the little Blowers at their work. They were often asked to show their skill in various ways. Hans might easily have earned his living as a blacksmith's bellows, could his father have spared him from the mill. The village children often coaxed the younger Blowers to blow their kites up into the sky or their sailboats down the canals. Even the baby earned many a penny by blowing the soot out of the cottage chimneys and the dust from corners in the goodwives' spandy floors. But the Miller himself did not encourage all this. "Best stick to your home mill, my sons," he said, "and good will come of it. Do not waste your breath in blowing small things, and one day your breath shall blow us into fortune." And this seemed likely to be true; for every day they were becoming more famous and more rich. And all the other millers in the land were so jealous that they could not sleep o' nights.
II
There came a time when the Miller was kept busy indeed, and proudly so. For he had been commanded by the King himself to grind one thousand sacks of flour for the wedding-cookery of the young Prince, his son. The Prince was to cross the sea to be married to the daughter of the proud King of Outland; and when he had brought his fair bride home there was to be great rejoicing,—feasting and merrymaking at the capital of the Land of Windmills. And the Miller's flour was to make the huge wedding-cake and a little cake for each of the guests. For his share in all this preparation the Miller was to receive a great price,—a bag of gold. So he hurried about, and the children blew, and the windmill whirled, and dusty flour went pouring into the King's sacks, until all was done. Then the Miller sat proudly at the head of his table, surrounded by his proud family, and with the sack of gold in the middle of the board for them to admire.
They were eating their goodly supper and drinking the health of the Prince and his bride, for the morrow was to be the wedding-day. Every one was talking and laughing under his breath—for they dared not laugh aloud nowadays, for fear of blowing out all the lights. Suddenly there came the galloping of horses' hoofs along the highway and a thundering knock at the door.
"Open!" cried a voice. "A messenger of the King!"
The fat Miller ran to the door and undid the bolts as fast as he could, while his children crowded around to hear the King's message. But they held their breaths, lest the message be blown away as soon as spoken.
There sat a rider on a great black horse; and behind him eleven grooms held eleven horses, of different sizes, the smallest one being the prettiest, tiniest white pony you ever saw.
"Ho! Miller!" shouted the messenger. "I bring the King's command that you and your family of Blowers mount and ride with me to the Capital, for the King has need of you. I bring steeds for all; lose no time in obeying the King's message."
The Miller and his sons were startled and amazed; they could not guess whether for joy or for sorrow they were thus called to court. But of course there was nothing for them but to obey the King. Quickly they mounted the eleven steeds which the eleven grooms had brought. The fat Miller went first, on a fat little brown horse which looked like him; and behind him came long, lanky Hans on a long-limbed bay. After him followed Piet on a gallant chestnut, behind whom galloped all the other brothers, with Tod the baby on the tiny white pony bringing up the rear. But the Miller's poor wife was left behind, not knowing whether to be sorry or glad because of the King's summons to her family.
Nearly all night they galloped, thud-thud! over the quiet roads, past shut-eyed houses and dozy windmills, drowsy canals and dreaming villages. And at early dawn they came to the Capital City. Here the tired King himself rode out to meet them, accompanied by a crowd of sleepy soldiers and cross-looking nobles. The Miller and his ten boys slipped from their saddles and knelt in a row before the King, awaiting his commands. But he had no time for ceremony this morning.
"Rise!" he cried impatiently. "Do not kneel there when time is so precious! Rise and hasten to the seashore, Miller. I have heard what wonderful Blowers your children are. It is for this reason I have sent for you. Out yonder on the sea lies the ship of my son, the Prince, who has sailed for Outland to bring home a bride. Yesterday morn he started; but he has not gone far. My telescopes show that the ship still lies helpless, as she has lain for twelve hours, becalmed between the Windless Headlands in the Bay of Calms. The wedding was to have been this morning at ten in the Outland King's cathedral. Hasten, Miller! He has yet many leagues to go. You and your children must blow the Prince into port in season for the ceremony, or his life is lost. For if he be late, even by five minutes, the Outland King has bargained that he must die. He is a proud father; she is a proud Princess, and must be kept waiting by no one. My word is pledged; my son is in danger! Save the Prince, Miller, and you shall be made a Duke, and all your children Earls."
The King ceased speaking, and the crowd of nobles hustled the Miller and his family down to the shore, whence, far off against the dawn, sharp eyes could dimly see the Prince's ship lying on the water, like a leaf on the surface of a calm well. The Miller ranged his Ten Blowers in a row, as they always stood when about to make the windmill whirl; and they were a flight of steps, one above the other, good to see. Then the Miller cried,—
"Blow, my children! Blow with all your might, when I speak the word; for a great matter is at stake. Now; one, two, three!"
The boys drew in a long breath, puffed their cheeks, let out their breath, expanded their chests, and at the third count blew with all their might, till their eyes bulged and they were purple in the face. The trees bent to the ground, and the birds flew out of their nests, chirping wildly. And soon after this the watchmen on the palace wall, who were spying at the Prince's ship with their telescopes, gave a great cheer. The sails had filled with wind, and the vessel was moving ever so slowly towards Outland.
"Again, my babes!" roared the Miller. "One, two, three!" and once more a blast blew from the shore, so mighty that the hats of the nobles went flying off into the sea, and the King himself nearly lost his crown of pearls and rubies; which would have been a scandalous thing! Once more the lookouts on the battlements cheered. The Prince's ship was moving steadily forward past the Windless Headlands, out of the Bay of Calms.
"Once more!" shouted the Miller, encouraged by the King's nod of delight. "One more blow for our King and Prince, my children!" And a third time the Ten filled their lungs and puffed their cheeks in the good cause.
This time the watchers danced wildly on the palace walls, and waved a golden banner to the King, which was the signal that all was well. For the Prince's ship had scudded clean out of sight, straight towards Outland and the Bride. Once in the open gulf the ship was in no further danger of being becalmed.
One more blow for our King
This is how the Miller and his Ten saved the life of the Prince of the Land of Windmills, and became very dear to their King. For, aided by the breath of the Miller's sons, the Prince reached Outland in time,—yes, even with time to spare; the Princess was not ready for him! And her father was so pleased by this promptness of the bridegroom that, when the newly married pair left Outland after the grand wedding, they took with them as a gift from the King one hundred buckets of silver and one hundred buckets of gold and one hundred buckets of shining jewels, the most beautiful that ever were seen. So that when the Prince reached the Land of Windmills he was able to give fine presents to all who had done services for him. And you may be sure that the Miller and his boys were not among the last of this number.
The Miller was made Duke of Millwind, and he received one of the one hundred buckets of jewels; while each of the Earls, his sons, had one of the buckets of gold. And the Miller's wife received one of the buckets of silver; though she had done nothing at all but stay at home and worry.
After that there was no longer any need for the Miller and his family to weaken themselves with work. They were rich and noble; and now it was fair to give the other millers in the land a chance. But no other Miller had so talented a family, you see. The best thing of all was that the Prince and Princess, who, upon the old King's death, themselves became King and Queen, lived to have ten daughters, each more beautiful than the others. And when they were grown up, the King their father married them to the ten young Earls, the sons of the Duke of Millwind, in token of his gratitude to that fine fat gentleman who was once a Miller. And Hans the eldest son, who married the eldest Princess,—he who had first shown his talent as a Blower,—Hans himself became in time King of the Land of Windmills; which was great fortune for the Miller's son, as I think you must agree. So the Miller's saying proved true, that they would "blow themselves into fortune."
Now it was in the reign of this illustrious pair that two wonderful inventions were made,—squeaker-balloons and soap-bubbles. They were invented at the command of King Hans in honor of his first infant, who was born with a perfectly wonderful talent for blowing.
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Story DNA
Moral
Even the most unusual talents can lead to great fortune if applied creatively and at the right moment.
Plot Summary
A thoughtful Miller in the Land of Windmills trains his ten sons to be 'Blowers' due to their extraordinary lung-power, hoping they will become musicians. However, they only make noise, driving away customers and leading the family to poverty. When a windless day threatens their livelihood and a crucial customer, the Miller realizes his sons' powerful breath can turn the windmill. News of their unique ability reaches the King, who summons them to save his son, the Prince, whose ship is becalmed and whose life is at stake if he misses his wedding. The ten sons blow with all their might, creating a mighty wind that propels the Prince's ship to safety. As a reward, the Miller and his sons are elevated to nobility and wealth, with Hans, the eldest, eventually marrying the Princess and becoming King.
Themes
Emotional Arc
anxiety to triumph
Writing Style
Narrative Elements
Cultural Context
The story evokes a pre-industrial European setting, likely inspired by Dutch or similar cultures known for windmills, but is a fictional construct.
Plot Beats (13)
- A Miller in the Land of Windmills decides his first son, Hans, has extraordinary lung-power and trains him to be a 'Blower'.
- Nine more sons are born, each with the same talent, and are also trained to blow instruments, filling the house with noise.
- The ten sons become incredibly skilled at making noise but cannot produce any music, disappointing the Miller's hope for them to be musicians.
- Their constant noise drives away customers from the mill, and the family becomes poor, as the sons' talent seems useless.
- One windless morning, with no grain ground and no food, the Miller despairs, realizing he must sell their instruments.
- The Miller has an idea: his sons' powerful breath could be used to turn the windmill.
- The sons successfully blow the windmill, grinding Farmer Huss's grain and saving the Miller's reputation and providing food.
- News of the Miller's 'Wind-Making Family' spreads, and the King summons them to the capital.
- The King reveals his son, the Prince, is becalmed at sea and will die if he doesn't reach Outland in time for his wedding.
- The Miller's ten sons line up on the shore and, with three mighty blasts, generate enough wind to propel the Prince's ship to its destination.
- The Prince arrives in time, and the Miller is made a Duke, his sons Earls, and they receive immense wealth.
- Years later, the Prince and Princess, now King and Queen, marry their ten daughters to the Miller's ten sons.
- Hans, the eldest son, eventually becomes King of the Land of Windmills, fulfilling the Miller's prophecy that they would 'blow themselves into fortune'.
Characters
The Miller ★ protagonist
A fat man, likely of average height with a sturdy build, indicative of a life of physical labor but also good living. His face would be round and full, possibly with a ruddy complexion from working outdoors.
Attire: Practical, sturdy clothing suitable for a miller in a Northern European country like the Netherlands or Denmark. This would include a thick linen or wool tunic, possibly a leather apron over it, sturdy breeches, and wooden clogs or leather boots. Colors would be muted, like browns, greys, and natural linen tones.
Wants: To provide for his family, to see his sons succeed, and to keep his mill running. Later, to save his family from poverty and help the Prince.
Flaw: His initial stubbornness and inability to recognize his sons' lack of musical talent, leading to financial hardship. He is also easily swayed by his own initial 'ideas'.
Starts as an optimistic but misguided father, becomes impoverished due to his sons' lack of musical talent, then discovers their true potential as powerful blowers, ultimately saving the Prince and becoming wealthy and noble.
Thoughtful, determined, optimistic (initially), resourceful, loving father, somewhat naive in his initial assessment of his sons' talents.
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A fat adult man of sturdy build, average height, with a round, ruddy face and short, practical brown hair. He wears a thick, natural linen tunic, a dark brown leather apron over it, sturdy grey breeches, and brown wooden clogs. He stands with a thoughtful, slightly stooped posture. Plain white background, full body visible head to toe, single figure, no watermark, no text, no signature.
The Miller's Wife ◆ supporting
Likely a sturdy woman, perhaps a bit worn from raising ten noisy boys, but still with a cheerful or at least accepting demeanor. Her build would be practical, not delicate.
Attire: Simple, practical peasant clothing typical of a Northern European miller's wife. This would include a long, plain linen or wool dress, a sturdy apron (perhaps blue or green), and a white linen cap covering her hair. Her shoes would be practical, like wooden clogs or simple leather shoes.
Wants: To support her husband and children, to maintain the household, and to see her family prosper.
Flaw: Her passive acceptance of her husband's ideas and the constant noise, leading to her own suffering and worry.
Remains largely static, supporting her family through their initial prosperity, then poverty, and finally their rise to nobility. Her primary change is from delight to worry, and then to relief and comfort.
Supportive, patient, delighted by her children's 'talents' (initially), enduring, later worried about their poverty.
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A sturdy adult woman with a kind, slightly weary face, practical brown hair tied back under a white linen cap. She wears a long, plain cream linen dress, a sky-blue linen apron over it, and simple brown leather shoes. She stands with a steady, enduring posture. Plain white background, full body visible head to toe, single figure, no watermark, no text, no signature.
Hans ◆ supporting
As the eldest of the Ten Blowers, he would be the tallest and most developed, with a sturdy build, puffy cheeks from constant blowing, and bright, bulging eyes during his efforts. He would be lean but strong.
Attire: Simple, practical clothing for a boy in a Northern European setting. This would include a plain linen shirt, sturdy wool breeches, and perhaps a simple vest. Colors would be muted, like natural linen, grey, or muted blue. He would wear wooden clogs.
Wants: Initially, to please his father by blowing. Later, to use his unique talent to help his family and the Prince.
Flaw: His inability to make music despite his father's training, and his single-minded focus on blowing.
Starts as a noisy child, grows into a young man whose talent for blowing is initially misdirected, then finds his true purpose in generating wind, and eventually becomes King of the Land of Windmills.
Energetic, dedicated to blowing, lacking musical talent but possessing immense lung-power, later becoming a responsible leader.
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A young adult male of lean but sturdy build, with a round face and prominent, puffy cheeks. He has short, light brown hair and wide blue eyes. He wears a plain cream linen shirt, a dark grey wool vest, sturdy brown breeches, and brown wooden clogs. He stands with a confident posture, holding a brass bugle to his lips, cheeks puffed out in effort. Plain white background, full body visible head to toe, single figure, no watermark, no text, no signature.
The Ten Blowers (collectively) ◆ supporting
A group of ten boys, ranging in age from child to young adult, all sharing similar traits: sturdy builds, puffy cheeks from constant blowing, and bright, often bulging eyes during their efforts. They would be lean but strong.
Attire: Simple, practical clothing for boys in a Northern European setting. This would include plain linen shirts, sturdy wool breeches, and perhaps simple vests. Colors would be muted, like natural linen, grey, or muted blue. They would wear wooden clogs.
Wants: Initially, to please their father by blowing and to engage in their favorite activity. Later, to use their unique talent to help their family and the Prince.
Flaw: Their inability to make music despite their father's training, and their single-minded focus on blowing.
Starts as noisy children whose talent is misdirected, then finds their true purpose in generating wind, ultimately saving the Prince and becoming wealthy and noble Earls, marrying princesses.
Energetic, dedicated to blowing, lacking musical talent but possessing immense lung-power, boisterous, cooperative when working together.
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A line of ten young boys, ranging from child to young adult, all with sturdy builds, round faces, and prominent, puffy cheeks. They have short, light brown hair and wide blue eyes. Each boy wears a plain cream linen shirt, sturdy brown breeches, and brown wooden clogs. They stand with confident postures, each holding a different brass or woodwind instrument to their lips, cheeks puffed out in unison in a powerful blowing effort. Plain white background, full body visible head to toe, single figure, no watermark, no text, no signature.
Farmer Huss ○ minor
A farmer, likely with a weathered face and sturdy build from working the land. His deafness might make him appear somewhat detached or focused.
Attire: Typical farmer's attire for a Northern European setting: a rough linen shirt, sturdy wool trousers, a thick vest, and practical leather boots. Colors would be earthy and muted.
Wants: To get his grain ground, to conduct his farming business.
Flaw: His deafness, which makes him oblivious to the mill's noise but also limits his interaction.
Remains static, serving as a plot device to highlight the Miller's financial struggles and the need for the mill to operate.
Practical, persistent, somewhat demanding (due to his vow), and the Miller's most loyal customer despite the noise.
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A sturdy adult male farmer with a weathered face, short grey hair, and a practical expression. He wears a rough cream linen shirt, a thick dark green wool vest, sturdy brown wool trousers, and practical dark leather boots. He stands with a solid, grounded posture, holding a large sack of grain over one shoulder. Plain white background, full body visible head to toe, single figure, no watermark, no text, no signature.
The King of the Land of Windmills ◆ supporting
An elderly monarch, likely with a regal but perhaps somewhat frail appearance. He would carry himself with dignity.
Attire: Rich, regal attire appropriate for a Northern European king. This would include a long, flowing robe of deep blue or crimson velvet, trimmed with ermine or gold embroidery, a jeweled crown of pearls and rubies, and fine leather shoes. A heavy gold chain or medallion might adorn his neck.
Wants: To ensure his son's safe journey and marriage, to secure the future of his kingdom.
Flaw: His inability to control the wind, making him dependent on others for his son's journey.
Remains largely static, serving as the figure of authority who is helped by the Miller and his sons, and then rewards them generously.
Concerned, grateful, generous, appreciative of those who serve him.
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An elderly male monarch with a dignified, wise face, a long white beard, and white hair. He wears a long, flowing crimson velvet robe trimmed with white ermine fur and gold embroidery, a jeweled crown adorned with pearls and rubies, and fine black leather shoes. He stands with a regal and dignified posture, holding a golden scepter in one hand. Plain white background, full body visible head to toe, single figure, no watermark, no text, no signature.
The Prince of the Land of Windmills ◆ supporting
A young, noble man, likely handsome and well-built, befitting a prince. His appearance would be clean and refined.
Attire: Fine, practical clothing suitable for a prince embarking on a sea journey. This might include a tailored tunic of rich blue or green wool, fine breeches, a cloak lined with fur, and sturdy but elegant leather boots. A sword at his hip would be appropriate.
Wants: To reach Outland in time to marry the Princess and secure his kingdom's future.
Flaw: His journey is dependent on external forces (wind), making him vulnerable to becalming.
Remains largely static, serving as the catalyst for the Miller's sons' heroic act. He benefits from their actions and later rewards them.
Determined, hopeful, grateful, courageous.
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A young adult male of noble bearing, with a handsome face, short dark hair, and bright, determined blue eyes. He wears a tailored tunic of deep blue wool, a long grey cloak lined with dark fur, fine cream breeches, and tall black leather boots. A silver-hilted sword hangs at his left hip. He stands with a confident and noble posture. Plain white background, full body visible head to toe, single figure, no watermark, no text, no signature.
The Princess of Outland ○ minor
A beautiful young woman, as described by the story, likely with a graceful and elegant appearance.
Attire: Exquisite royal attire from Outland, likely a flowing gown of fine silk or brocade in a vibrant color like emerald green or gold, adorned with delicate embroidery and jewels. She might wear a small, elegant tiara or hair ornaments.
Wants: To marry the Prince of the Land of Windmills.
Flaw: Not applicable, as her role is primarily symbolic.
Remains static, serving as the prize for the Prince's journey and the ultimate reason for the Miller's sons' heroic act.
Not explicitly described, but implied to be patient and beautiful, as she is 'not ready for him' when the Prince arrives early.
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A beautiful young adult woman with a serene face, long flowing blonde hair styled elegantly, and bright, gentle blue eyes. She wears an exquisite flowing gown of emerald green silk brocade, adorned with delicate gold embroidery and small pearls. A small, elegant silver tiara rests in her hair. She stands with a graceful and elegant posture. Plain white background, full body visible head to toe, single figure, no watermark, no text, no signature.
Locations
The Miller's Cottage and Windmill
A bustling, noisy cottage, likely a traditional Dutch or German style with a thatched or tiled roof, possibly half-timbered, situated very close to a large, working windmill. The interior is filled with the din of various wind instruments. The exterior is exposed to the elements, with trees nearby that bend in the wind.
Mood: Chaotic, boisterous, initially joyful but later desperate due to poverty, then triumphant.
The Miller raises his ten sons, training them to be Blowers, and later they use their collective lung power to generate wind for the mill and to propel the Prince's ship.
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A traditional Dutch or German half-timbered cottage with a steep, thatched roof, nestled beside a towering wooden windmill with four large, rotating sails. The ground around is a mix of worn dirt and sparse grass, with a few gnarled trees bending slightly. The sky is a dramatic mix of light and shadow, suggesting an impending or recent strong wind. no border, no frame, no watermark, no text, no signature, edge-to-edge illustration.
The King's Palace and Bay of Calms
A grand royal palace, likely of a Northern European style with battlements and watchtowers, overlooking a calm bay. The bay is characterized by 'Windless Headlands' and can become completely becalmed, leaving ships motionless. The palace walls are high, with watchmen using telescopes.
Mood: Anxious, regal, expectant, then relieved and celebratory.
The King and his court anxiously watch the Prince's ship becalmed in the bay, awaiting the Miller's sons to generate wind to save the Prince's journey.
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A majestic Northern European stone palace with crenellated battlements and tall watchtowers, perched on a cliff overlooking a vast, perfectly still bay. The water is like glass, reflecting the soft, cool light of dawn. Distant, rounded headlands define the bay's entrance. A single, elegant sailing ship with furled sails sits motionless on the water. no border, no frame, no watermark, no text, no signature, edge-to-edge illustration.