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- Thumbling as Journeyman (Thumbling's Travels)
- The Six Swans
A certain tailor had a son, who happened to be small, and no bigger than a Thumb,
and on this account he was always called Thumbling. He had, however, some courage in him,
and said to his father, "Father, I must and will go out into the world."
"That's right, my son," said the old man, and took a long darning-needle and made a
knob of sealing-wax on it at the candle, "and there is a sword for you to take with you on
the way."
Then the little tailor wanted to have one more meal with them, and hopped into the
kitchen to see what his lady mother had cooked for the last time. It was, however, just
dished up, and the dish stood on the hearth. Then he said, "Mother, what is there to eat
today?"
"See for yourself," said his mother. So Thumbling jumped on to the hearth, and
peeped into the dish, but as he stretched his neck in too far the steam from the food caught
hold of him, and carried him up the chimney. He rode about in the air on the steam for a
while, till at length he sank down to the ground again. Now the little tailor was outside in
the wide world, and he travelled about, and went to a master in his craft, but the food was
not good enough for him. "Mistress, if you give us no better food," said Thumbling, "I will
go away, and early tomorrow morning I will write with chalk on the door of your house, 'Too
many potatoes, too little meat! Farewell, Mr. Potato-King."
"What would you have forsooth, grasshopper?" said the mistress, and grew angry, and
seized a dishcloth, and was just going to strike him; but the little tailor crept nimbly
under a thimble, peeped out from beneath it, and put his tongue out at the mistress. She
took up the thimble, and wanted to get hold of him, but little Thumbling hopped into the
cloth, and while the mistress was opening it out and looking for him, he got into a crevice
in the table.
"Ho, ho, lady mistress," cried he, and thrust his head out, and when she began to
strike him he leapt down into the drawer. At last, however, she caught him and drove him out
of the house.
The little tailor journeyed on and came to a great forest, and there he fell in with
a band of robbers who had a design to steal the king's treasure. When they saw the little
tailor, they thought, "A little fellow like that can creep through a key-hole and serve as
picklock to us."
"Hollo," cried one of them, "you giant Goliath, will you go to the treasure-chamber
with us? You can slip yourself in and throw out the money."
Thumbling reflected a while, and at length he said, "yes," and went with them to the
treasure-chamber. Then he looked at the doors above and below, to see if there was any crack
in them. It was not long before he espied one which was broad enough to let him in. He was
therefore about to get in at once, but one of the two sentries who stood before the door,
observed him, and said to the other, "What an ugly spider is creeping there; I will kill
it."
"Let the poor creature alone," said the other; "it has done you no harm."
Then Thumbling got safely through the crevice into the treasure-chamber, opened the
window beneath which the robbers were standing, and threw out to them one thaler after
another. When the little tailor was in the full swing of his work, he heard the king coming
to inspect his treasure-chamber, and crept hastily into a hiding-place. The king noticed
that several solid thalers were missing, but could not conceive who could have stolen them,
for locks and bolts were in good condition, and all seemed well guarded. Then he went away
again, and said to the sentries, "Be on the watch, some one is after the money."
When therefore Thumbling recommenced his labours, they heard the money moving, and a
sound of klink, klink, klink. They ran swiftly in to seize the thief, but the little tailor,
who heard them coming, was still swifter, and leapt into a corner and covered himself with a
thaler, so that nothing could be seen of him, and at the same time he mocked the sentries
and cried, "Here am I!" The sentries ran there, but as they got there, he had already hopped
into another corner under a thaler, and was crying, "Ho, ho, here am I!" The watchmen sprang
there in haste, but Thumbling had long ago got into a third corner, and was crying, "Ho, ho,
here am I!" And thus he made fools of them, and drove them so long round about the
treasure-chamber that they were weary and went away. Then by degrees he threw all the
thalers out, dispatching the last with all his might, then hopped nimbly on it, and flew
down with it through the window. The robbers paid him great compliments.
"You are a valiant hero," said they; "will you be our captain?"
Thumbling, however, declined, and said he wanted to see the world first. They now
divided the booty, but the little tailor only asked for a kreuzer because he could not carry
more.
Then he once more buckled on his sword, bade the robbers goodbye, and took to the
road. First, he went to work with some masters, but he had no liking for that, and at last
he hired himself as man-servant in an inn. The maids, however, could not endure him, for he
saw all they did secretly, without their seeing him, and he told their master and mistress
what they had taken off the plates, and carried away out of the cellar, for themselves. Then
said they, "Wait, and we will pay you off!" and arranged with each other to play him a
trick. Soon afterwards when one of the maids was mowing in the garden, and saw Thumbling
jumping about and creeping up and down the plants, she mowed him up quickly with the grass,
tied all in a great cloth, and secretly threw it to the cows. Now amongst them there was a
great black one, who swallowed him down without hurting him. Down below, however, it pleased
him ill, for it was quite dark, neither was any candle burning. When the cow was being
milked he cried,
"Strip, strap, strull,
Will the pail soon be full?"
But the noise of the milking prevented his being understood. After this the master
of the house came into the cow-byre and said, "That cow shall be killed tomorrow."
Then Thumbling was so alarmed that he cried out in a clear voice, "Let me out first,
for I am shut up inside her."
The master heard that quite well, but did not know from where the voice
came.
"Where are you?" asked he.
"In the black one," answered Thumbling, but the master did not understand what that
meant, and went out.
Next morning the cow was killed. Happily Thumbling did not meet with one blow at the
cutting up and chopping; he got among the sausage-meat. And when the butcher came in and
began his work, he cried out with all his might, "Don't chop too deep, don't chop too deep,
I am amongst it."
No one heard this because of the noise of the chopping-knife. Now poor Thumbling was
in trouble, but trouble sharpens the wits, and he sprang out so adroitly between the blows
that none of them touched him, and he escaped with a whole skin. But still he could not get
away, there was nothing for it but to let himself be thrust into a black-pudding with the
bits of bacon. His quarters there were rather confined, and besides that he was hung up in
the chimney to be smoked, and there time did hang terribly heavy on his hands.
At length in winter he was taken down again, as the black-pudding had to be set
before a guest. When the hostess was cutting it in slices, he took care not to stretch out
his head too far lest a bit of it should be cut off; at last he saw his opportunity, cleared
a passage for himself, and jumped out.
The little tailor, however, would not stay any longer in a house where he fared so
ill, so at once set out on his journey again. But his liberty did not last long. In the open
country he met with a fox who snapped him up in a fit of absence.
"Hollo, Mr. Fox," cried the little tailor, "it is I who am sticking in your throat,
set me at liberty again."
"You are right," answered the fox. "You are next to nothing for me, but if you will
promise me the fowls in your father's yard I will let you go."
"With all my heart," replied Thumbling.
"You shall have all the cocks and hens, that I promise you."
Then the fox let him go again, and himself carried him home. When the father once
more saw his dear son, he willingly gave the fox all the fowls which he had.
"For this I likewise bring you a handsome bit of money," said Thumbling, and gave
his father the kreuzer which he earned on his travels.
"But why did the fox get the poor chickens to eat?"
"Oh, you goose, your father would surely love his child far more than the fowls in
the yard!"
Once on a time, a certain King was hunting in a great forest, and he chased a wild
beast so eagerly that none of his attendants could follow him. When evening drew near he
stopped and looked around him, and then he saw that he had lost his way. He sought a way
out, but could find none. Then he perceived an aged woman with a head which nodded
perpetually, who came towards him, but she was a witch.
"Good woman," said he to her, "Can you not show me the way through the
forest?"
"Oh, yes, Lord king," she answered, "that I certainly can, but on one condition, and
if you do not fulfil that, you will never get out of the forest, and will die of hunger in
it."
"What kind of condition is it?" asked the king.
"I have a daughter," said the old woman, "who is as beautiful as any one in the
world, and well deserves to be your consort, and if you will make her your Queen, I will
show you the way out of the forest."
In the anguish of his heart the king consented, and the old woman led him to her
little hut, where her daughter was sitting by the fire. She received the king as if she had
been expecting him, and he saw that she was very beautiful, but still she did not please
him, and he could not look at her without secret horror. After he had taken the maiden up on
his horse, the old woman showed him the way, and the king reached his royal palace again,
where the wedding was celebrated.
The king had already been married once, and had by his first wife, seven children,
six boys and a girl, whom he loved better than anything else in the world. As he now feared
that the step-mother might not treat them well, and even do them some injury, he took them
to a lonely castle which stood in the midst of a forest. It lay so concealed, and the way
was so difficult to find that he himself would not have found it, if a wise woman had not
given him a ball of yarn with wonderful properties. When he threw it down before him, it
unrolled itself and showed him his path. The king, however, went so frequently away to his
dear children that the queen observed his absence; she was curious and wanted to know what
he did when he was quite alone in the forest. She gave a great deal of money to his
servants, and they betrayed the secret to her, and told her likewise of the ball which alone
could point out the way. And now she knew no rest till she had learnt where the king kept
the ball of yarn, and then she made little shirts of white silk, and as she had learnt the
art of witchcraft from her mother, she sewed a charm inside them. And once when the king had
ridden forth to hunt, she took the little shirts and went into the forest, and the ball
showed her the way. The children, who saw from a distance that some one was approaching,
thought that their dear father was coming to them, and full of joy, ran to meet him. Then
she threw one of the little shirts over each of them, and no sooner had the shirts touched
their bodies than they were changed into swans, and flew away over the forest. The queen
went home quite delighted, and thought she had got rid of her step-children, but the girl
had not run out with her brothers, and the queen knew nothing about her. Next day the king
went to visit his children, but he found no one but the little girl.
"Where are your brothers?' asked the king.
"Alas, dear father," she answered, "they have gone away and left me alone!" and she
told him that she had seen from her little window how her brothers had flown away over the
forest in the shape of swans, and she showed him the feathers, which they had let fall in
the courtyard, and which she had picked up. The king mourned, but he did not think that the
queen had done this wicked deed, and as he feared that the girl would also be stolen away
from him, he wanted to take her away with him. But she was afraid of her step-mother, and
entreated the king to let her stay just this one night more in the forest castle.
The poor girl thought, "I can no longer stay here. I will go and seek my
brothers."
And when night came, she ran away, and went straight into the forest. She walked the
whole night long, and next day also without stopping, till she could go no farther for
weariness. Then she saw a forest-hut, and went into it, and found a room with six little
beds, but she did not venture to get into one of them, but crept under one, and lay down on
the hard ground, intending to pass the night there. Just before sunset, however, she heard a
rustling, and saw six swans come flying in at the window. They alighted on the ground and
blew at each other, and blew all the feathers off, and their swan's skins stripped off like
a shirt. Then the maiden looked at them and recognized her brothers, was glad and crept
forth from beneath the bed. The brothers were not less delighted to see their little sister,
but their joy was of short duration.
"Here can you not abide," they said to her.
"This is a shelter for robbers, if they come home and find you, they will kill
you."
"But can you not protect me?" asked the little sister.
"No," they replied, "only for one quarter of an hour each evening can we lay aside
our swan's skins and have during that time our human form; after that, we are once more
turned into swans."
The little sister wept and said, "Can you not be set free?"
"Alas, no," they answered, "the conditions are too hard! For six years you may
neither speak nor laugh, and in that time you must sew together six little shirts of
starwort for us. And if one single word falls from your lips, all your work will be
lost."
And when the brothers had said this, the quarter of an hour was over, and they flew
out of the window again as swans.
The maiden, however, firmly resolved to deliver her brothers, even if it should cost
her her life. She left the hut, went into the midst of the forest, seated herself on a tree,
and there passed the night. Next morning she went out and gathered starwort and began to
sew. She could not speak to any one, and she had no inclination to laugh; she sat there and
looked at nothing but her work. When she had already spent a long time there it came to pass
that the king of the country was hunting in the forest, and his huntsmen came to the tree on
which the maiden was sitting. They called to her and said, "Who are you?" But she made no
answer.
"Come down to us," said they.
"We will not do you any harm."
She only shook her head. As they pressed her further with questions she threw her
golden necklace down to them, and thought to content them thus. They, however, did not
cease, and then she threw her girdle down to them, and as this also was to no purpose, her
garters, and by degrees everything that she had on that she could do without till she had
nothing left but her shift. The huntsmen, however, did not let themselves be turned aside by
that, but climbed the tree and fetched the maiden down and led her before the king. The king
asked, "Who are you? What are you doing on the tree?" But she did not answer. He put the
question in every language that he knew, but she remained as mute as a fish. As she was so
beautiful, the king's heart was touched, and he was smitten with a great love for her. He
put his mantle on her, took her before him on his horse, and carried her to his castle. Then
he caused her to be dressed in rich garments, and she shone in her beauty like bright
daylight, but no word could be drawn from her. He placed her by his side at table, and her
modest bearing and courtesy pleased him so much that he said, "She is the one whom I wish to
marry, and no other woman in the world."
And after some days he united himself to her.
The king, however, had a wicked mother who was dissatisfied with this marriage and
spoke ill of the young Queen.
"Who knows," said she, "from where the creature who can't speak, comes? She is not
worthy of a king!" After a year had passed, when the queen brought her first child into the
world, the old woman took it away from her, and smeared her mouth with blood as she slept.
Then she went to the king and accused the queen of being a man-eater. The king would not
believe it, and would not suffer any one to do her any injury. She, however, sat continually
sewing at the shirts, and cared for nothing else. The next time, when she again bore a
beautiful boy, the false step-mother used the same treachery, but the king could not bring
himself to give credit to her words. He said, "She is too pious and good to do anything of
that kind; if she were not dumb, and could defend herself, her innocence would come to
light." But when the old woman stole away the newly-born child for the third time, and
accused the queen, who did not utter one word of defence, the king could do no otherwise
than deliver her over to justice, and she was sentenced to suffer death by fire.
When the day came for the sentence to be executed, it was the last day of the six
years during which she was not to speak or laugh, and she had delivered her dear brothers
from the power of the enchantment. The six shirts were ready, only the left sleeve of the
sixth was wanting. When, therefore, she was led to the stake, she laid the shirts on her
arm, and when she stood on high and the fire was just going to be lighted, she looked around
and six swans came flying through the air towards her. Then she saw that her deliverance was
near, and her heart leapt with joy. The swans swept towards her and sank down so that she
could throw the shirts over them, and as they were touched by them, their swan's skins fell
off, and her brothers stood in their own bodily form before her, and were vigorous and
handsome. The youngest only lacked his left arm, and had in the place of it a swan's wing on
his shoulder. They embraced and kissed each other, and the queen went to the king, who was
greatly moved, and she began to speak and said, "Dearest husband, now I may speak and
declare to you that I am innocent, and falsely accused."
And she told him of the treachery of the old woman who had taken away her three
children and hidden them. Then to the great joy of the king they were brought there, and as
a punishment, the wicked step-mother was bound to the stake, and burnt to ashes. But the
king and the queen with their six brothers lived many years in happiness and peace.

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