The Gold-spinners

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But the other officers resented the success of the little tailor, and

wished him a thousand miles away. “What’s to come of it all?” they asked

each other; “if we quarrel with him, he’ll let out at us, and at every

blow seven will fall. There’ll soon be an end of us.” So they resolved

to go in a body to the King, and all to send in their papers. “We are

not made,” they said, “to hold out against a man who kills seven at a

blow.” The King was grieved at the thought of losing all his faithful

servants for the sake of one man, and he wished heartily that he had

never set eyes on him, or that he could get rid of him. But he didn’t

dare to send him away, for he feared he might kill him along with his

people, and place himself on the throne. He pondered long and deeply

over the matter, and finally came to a conclusion. He sent to the tailor

and told him that, seeing what a great and warlike hero he was, he

was about to make him an offer. In a certain wood of his kingdom there

dwelled two giants who did much harm; by the way they robbed, murdered,

burned, and plundered everything about them; “no one could approach them

without endangering his life. But if he could overcome and kill these

two giants he should have his only daughter for a wife, and half his

kingdom into the bargain; he might have a hundred horsemen, too, to back

him up.” “That’s the very thing for a man like me,” thought the little

tailor; “one doesn’t get the offer of a beautiful princess and half a

kingdom every day.” “Done with you,” he answered; “I’ll soon put an end

to the giants. But I haven’t the smallest need of your hundred horsemen;

a fellow who can slay seven men at a blow need not be afraid of two.”

The little tailor set out, and the hundred horsemen followed him. When

he came to the outskirts of the wood he said to his followers: “You wait

here, I’ll manage the giants by myself”; and he went on into the wood,

casting his sharp little eyes right and left about him. After a while

he spied the two giants lying asleep under a tree, and snoring till

the very boughs bent with the breeze. The little tailor lost no time in

filling his wallet with stones, and then climbed up the tree under

which they lay. When he got to about the middle of it he slipped along a

branch till he sat just above the sleepers, when he threw down one stone

after the other on the nearest giant. The giant felt nothing for a long

time, but at last he woke up, and pinching his companion said: “What did

you strike me for?” “I didn’t strike you,” said the other, “you must be

dreaming.” They both lay down to sleep again, and the tailor threw down

a stone on the second giant, who sprang up and cried: “What’s that for?

Why did you throw something at me?” “I didn’t throw anything,” growled

the first one. They wrangled on for a time, till, as both were tired,

they made up the matter and fell asleep again. The little tailor began

his game once more, and flung the largest stone he could find in his

wallet with all his force, and hit the first giant on the chest. “This

is too much of a good thing!” he yelled, and springing up like a madman,

he knocked his companion against the tree till he trembled. He gave,

however, as good as he got, and they became so enraged that they tore up

trees and beat each other with them, till they both fell dead at once on

the ground. Then the little tailor jumped down. “It’s a mercy,” he said,

“that they didn’t root up the tree on which I was perched, or I should

have had to jump like a squirrel on to another, which, nimble though I

am, would have been no easy job.” He drew his sword and gave each of

the giants a very fine thrust or two on the breast, and then went to

the horsemen and said: “The deed is done, I’ve put an end to the two of

them; but I assure you it has been no easy matter, for they even tore up

trees in their struggle to defend themselves; but all that’s of no use

against one who slays seven men at a blow.” “Weren’t you wounded?” asked

the horsemen.

“No fear,” answered the tailor; “they haven’t touched a hair of my

head.” But the horsemen wouldn’t believe him till they rode into the

wood and found the giants weltering in their blood, and the trees lying

around, torn up by the roots.

The little tailor now demanded the promised reward from the King, but he

repented his promise, and pondered once more how he could rid himself

of the hero. “Before you obtain the hand of my daughter and half my

kingdom,” he said to him, “you must do another deed of valor. A unicorn

is running about loose in the wood, and doing much mischief; you must

first catch it.” “I’m even less afraid of one unicorn than of two

giants; seven at a blow, that’s my motto.” He took a piece of cord and

an axe with him, went out to the wood, and again told the men who had

been sent with him to remain outside. He hadn’t to search long, for the

unicorn soon passed by, and, on perceiving the tailor, dashed straight

at him as though it were going to spike him on the spot. “Gently,

gently,” said he, “not so fast, my friend”; and standing still he waited

till the beast was quite near, when he sprang lightly behind a tree; the

unicorn ran with all its force against the tree, and rammed its horn so

firmly into the trunk that it had no strength left to pull it out again,

and was thus successfully captured. “Now I’ve caught my bird,” said the

tailor, and he came out from behind the tree, placed the cord round its

neck first, then struck the horn out of the tree with his axe, and when

everything was in order led the beast before the King.

Still the King didn’t want to give him the promised reward and made a

third demand. The tailor was to catch a wild boar for him that did a

great deal of harm in the wood; and he might have the huntsmen to help

him. “Willingly,” said the tailor; “that’s mere child’s play.” But he

didn’t take the huntsmen into the wood with him, and they were well

enough pleased to remain behind, for the wild boar had often

received them in a manner which did not make them desire its further

acquaintance. As soon as the boar perceived the tailor it ran at him

with foaming mouth and gleaming teeth, and tried to knock him down; but

our alert little friend ran into a chapel that stood near, and got out

of the window again with a jump. The boar pursued him into the church,

but the tailor skipped round to the door, and closed it securely. So the

raging beast was caught, for it was far too heavy and unwieldy to spring

out of the window. The little tailor summoned the huntsmen together,

that they might see the prisoner with their own eyes. Then the hero

betook himself to the King, who was obliged now, whether he liked it or

not, to keep his promise, and hand him over his daughter and half his

kingdom. Had he known that no hero-warrior, but only a little tailor

stood before him, it would have gone even more to his heart. So the

wedding was celebrated with much splendor and little joy, and the tailor

became a king.

After a time the Queen heard her husband saying one night in his sleep:

“My lad, make that waistcoat and patch these trousers, or I’ll box your

ears.” Thus she learned in what rank the young gentleman had been born,

and next day she poured forth her woes to her father, and begged him to

help her to get rid of a husband who was nothing more nor less than a

tailor. The King comforted her, and said: “Leave your bedroom door open

to-night, my servants shall stand outside, and when your husband is

fast asleep they shall enter, bind him fast, and carry him on to a

ship, which shall sail away out into the wide ocean.” The Queen was

well satisfied with the idea, but the armor-bearer, who had overheard

everything, being much attached to his young master, went straight to

him and revealed the whole plot. “I’ll soon put a stop to the business,”

said the tailor. That night he and his wife went to bed at the usual

time; and when she thought he had fallen asleep she got up, opened the

door, and then lay down again. The little tailor, who had only pretended

to be asleep, began to call out in a clear voice: “My lad, make that

waistcoat and patch those trousers, or I’ll box your ears. I have killed

seven at a blow, slain two giants, led a unicorn captive, and caught a

wild boar, then why should I be afraid of those men standing outside my

door?” The men, when they heard the tailor saying these words, were so

terrified that they fled as if pursued by a wild army, and didn’t dare

go near him again. So the little tailor was and remained a king all the

days of his life.