Bushy Bride

BUSHY BRIDE

There was once on a time a widower who had a son and a daughter by his

first wife. They were both good children, and loved each other with all

their hearts. After some time had gone by the man married again, and he

chose a widow with one daughter who was ugly and wicked, and her mother

was ugly and wicked too. From the very day that the new wife came into

the house there was no peace for the man’s children, and not a corner

to be found where they could get any rest; so the boy thought that the

best thing he could do was to go out into the world and try to earn his

own bread.

When he had roamed about for some time he came to the King’s palace,

where he obtained a place under the coachman; and very brisk and active

he was, and the horses that he looked after were so fat and sleek, that

they shone again.

But his sister, who was still at home, fared worse and worse. Both her

step-mother and her step-sister were always finding fault with her,

whatsoever she did and whithersoever she went, and they scolded her and

abused her so that she never had an hour’s peace. They made her do all

the hard work, and hard words fell to her lot early and late, but

little enough food accompanied them.

One day they sent her to the brook to fetch some water home, and an

ugly and horrible head rose up out of the water, and said, ‘Wash me,

girl!’

‘Yes, I will wash you with pleasure,’ said the girl, and began to wash

and scrub the ugly face, but she couldn’t help thinking that it was a

very unpleasant piece of work. When she had done it, and done it well,

another head rose up out of the water, and this one was uglier still.

‘Brush me, girl!’ said the head.

‘Yes, I will brush you with pleasure,’ said the girl, and set to work

with the tangled hair, and, as may be easily imagined, this too was by

no means pleasant work.

When she had got it done, another and a much more ugly and

horrible-looking head rose up out of the water.

‘Kiss me, girl!’ said the head.

‘Yes, I will kiss you,’ said the man’s daughter, and she did it, but

she thought it was the worst bit of work that she had ever had to do in

her life.

So the heads all began to talk to each other, and to ask what they

should do for this girl who was so full of kindliness.

‘She shall be the prettiest girl that ever was, and fair and bright as

the day,’ said the first head.

‘Gold shall drop from her hair whenever she brushes it,’ said the

second.

‘Gold shall drop from her mouth whenever she speaks,’ said the third

head.

So when the man’s daughter went home, looking as beautiful and bright

as day, the step-mother and her daughter grew much more ill-tempered,

and it was worse still when she began to talk, and they saw that golden

coins dropped from her mouth. The step-mother fell into such a towering

passion that she drove the man’s daughter into the pig-stye—she might

stay there with her fine show of gold, the step-mother said, but she

should not be permitted to set foot in the house.

It was not long before the mother wanted her own daughter to go to the

stream to fetch some water.

When she got there with her pails, the first head rose up out of the

water close to the bank. ‘Wash me, girl!’ it said.

‘Wash yourself!’ answered the woman’s daughter.

Then the second head appeared.

‘Brush me, girl!’ said the head.

‘Brush yourself!’ said the woman’s daughter.

So down it went to the bottom, and the third head came up.

‘Kiss me, girl!’ said the head.

‘As if I would kiss your ugly mouth!’ said the girl.

So again the heads talked together about what they should do for this

girl who was so ill-tempered and full of her own importance, and they

agreed that she should have a nose that was four ells long, and a jaw

that was three ells, and a fir bush in the middle of her forehead, and

every time she spoke ashes should fall from her mouth.

When she came back to the cottage door with her pails, she called to

her mother who was inside, ‘Open the door!’

‘Open the door yourself, my own dear child!’ said the mother.

‘I can’t get near, because of my nose,’ said the daughter.

When the mother came and saw her you may imagine what a state of mind

she was in, and how she screamed and lamented, but neither the nose nor

the jaw grew any the less for that.

Now the brother, who was in service in the King’s palace, had taken a

portrait of his sister, and he had carried the picture away with him,

and every morning and evening he knelt down before it and prayed for

his sister, so dearly did he love her.

The other stable-boys had heard him doing this, so they peeped through

the key-hole into his room, and saw that he was kneeling there before a

picture; so they told everyone that every morning and evening the youth

knelt down and prayed to an idol which he had; and at last they went to

the King himself, and begged that he too would peep through the

key-hole, and see for himself what the youth did. At first the King

would not believe this, but after a long, long time, they prevailed

with him, and he crept on tip-toe to the door, peeped through, and saw

the youth on his knees, with his hands clasped together before a

picture which was hanging on the wall.

‘Open the door!’ cried the King, but the youth did not hear.

So the King called to him again, but the youth was praying so fervently

that he did not hear him this time either.

‘Open the door, I say!’ cried the King again. ‘It is I! I want to come

in.’

So the youth sprang to the door and unlocked it, but in his haste he

forgot to hide the picture.

When the King entered and saw it, he stood still as if he were in

fetters, and could not stir from the spot, for the picture seemed to

him so beautiful.

‘There is nowhere on earth so beautiful a woman as this!’ said the

King.

But the youth told him that she was his sister, and that he had painted

her, and that if she was not prettier than the picture she was at all

events not uglier.

‘Well, if she is as beautiful as that, I will have her for my Queen,’

said the King, and he commanded the youth to go home and fetch her

without a moment’s delay, and to lose no time in coming back. The youth

promised to make all the haste he could, and set forth from the King’s

palace.

When the brother arrived at home to fetch his sister, her stepmother

and step-sister would go too. So they all set out together, and the

man’s daughter took with her a casket in which she kept her gold, and a

dog which was called Little Snow. These two things were all that she

had inherited from her mother. When they had travelled for some time

they had to cross the sea, and the brother sat down at the helm, and

the mother and the two half-sisters went to the fore-part of the

vessel, and they sailed a long, long way. At last they came in sight of

land.

‘Look at that white strand there; that is where we shall land,’ said

the brother, pointing across the sea.

‘What is my brother saying?’ inquired the man’s daughter.

‘He says that you are to throw your casket out into the sea,’ answered

the step-mother.

‘Well, if my brother says so, I must do it,’ said the man’s daughter,

and she flung her casket into the sea.

When they had sailed for some time longer, the brother once more

pointed over the sea. ‘There you may see the palace to which we are

bound,’ said he.

‘What is my brother saying?’ asked the man’s daughter.

‘Now he says that you are to throw your dog into the sea,’ answered the

step-mother.

The man’s daughter wept, and was sorely troubled, for Little Snow was

the dearest thing she had on earth, but at last she threw him

overboard.

‘If my brother says that, I must do it, but Heaven knows how unwilling

I am to throw thee out, Little Snow!’ said she.

So they sailed onwards a long way farther.

‘There may’st thou see the King coming out to meet thee,’ said the

brother, pointing to the sea-shore.

‘What is my brother saying?’ asked his sister again.

‘Now he says that you are to make haste and throw yourself overboard,’

answered the step-mother.

She wept and she wailed, but as her brother had said that, she thought

she must do it; so she leaped into the sea.

But when they arrived at the palace, and the King beheld the ugly bride

with a nose that was four ells long, a jaw that was three ells, and a

forehead that had a bush in the middle of it, he was quite terrified;

but the wedding feast was all prepared, as regarded brewing and baking,

and all the wedding guests were sitting waiting, so, ugly as she was,

the King was forced to take her.

But he was very wroth, and none can blame him for that; so he caused

the brother to be thrown into a pit full of snakes.

On the first Thursday night after this, a beautiful maiden came into

the kitchen of the palace, and begged the kitchen-maid, who slept

there, to lend her a brush. She begged very prettily, and got it, and

then she brushed her hair, and the gold dropped from it.

A little dog was with her, and she said to it, ‘Go out, Little Snow,

and see if it will soon be day!’

This she said thrice, and the third time that she sent out the dog to

see, it was very near dawn. Then she was forced to depart, but as she

went she said:

‘Out on thee, ugly Bushy Bride,

Sleeping so soft by the young King’s side,

On sand and stones my bed I make,

And my brother sleeps with the cold snake,

    Unpitied and unwept.’

I shall come twice more, and then never again,’ said she.

In the morning the kitchen-maid related what she had seen and heard,

and the King said that next Thursday night he himself would watch in

the kitchen and see if this were true, and when it had begun to grow

dark he went out into the kitchen to the girl. But though he rubbed his

eyes and did everything he could to keep himself awake it was all in

vain, for the Bushy Bride crooned and sang till his eyes were fast

closed, and when the beautiful young maiden came he was sound asleep

and snoring.

This time also, as before, she borrowed a brush and brushed her hair

with it, and the gold dropped down as she did it; and again she sent

the dog out three times, and when day dawned she departed, but as she

was going she said as she had said before, ‘I shall come once more, and

then never again.’

On the third Thursday night the King once more insisted on keeping

watch. Then he set two men to hold him; each of them was to take an

arm, and shake him and jerk him by the arm whenever he seemed to be

going to fall asleep; and he set two men to watch his Bushy Bride. But

as the night wore on the Bushy Bride again began to croon and to sing,

so that his eyes began to close and his head to droop on one side. Then

came the lovely maiden, and got the brush and brushed her hair till the

gold dropped from it, and then she sent her Little Snow out to see if

it would soon be day, and this she did three times. The third time it

was just beginning to grow light, and then she said:

‘Out on thee, ugly Bushy Bride,

Sleeping so soft by the young King’s side,

On sand and stones my bed I make,

And my brother sleeps with the cold snake,

    Unpitied and unwept.’

‘Now I shall never come again,’ she said, and then she turned to go.

But the two men who were holding the King by the arms seized his hands

and forced a knife into his grasp, and then made him cut her little

finger just enough to make it bleed.

Thus the true bride was freed. The King then awoke, and she told him

all that had taken place, and how her step-mother and step-sister had

betrayed her. Then the brother was at once taken out of the

snake-pit—the snakes had never touched him—and the step-mother and

step-sister were flung down into it instead of him.

No one can tell how delighted the King was to get rid of that hideous

Bushy Bride, and get a Queen who was bright and beautiful as day

itself.

And now the real wedding was held, and held in such a way that it was

heard of and spoken about all over seven kingdoms. The King and his

bride drove to church, and Little Snow was in the carriage too. When

the blessing was given they went home again, and after that I saw no

more of them.[28]

[28] From J. Moe.