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可怜的约翰奈斯真是非常难过，因为他的父亲病得很厉害，不容易再好起来。这间小房子里只住着他们两人，此外，没有别人。桌上的灯已经快要灭了，夜已经很深了。
“约翰奈斯，你是一个很好的孩子!”病中的父亲说，“我们的上帝会在这个世界里帮助你的!”于是他庄严地、慈爱地望了他一眼，深深地吸了一口气，随后就死了;好像是睡着了似的。约翰奈斯哭起来，他在这个世界上现在什么亲人也没有了，没有父亲，也没有母亲;没有姊妹，也没有兄弟。可怜的约翰奈斯!他跪在床面前，吻着他死去的父亲的手，流了很多辛酸的眼泪，不过最后他闭起眼睛，把头靠在硬床板上睡去了。
这时他做了一个很奇怪的梦：他看到太阳和月亮向他鞠躬，看到他的父亲又变得活泼和健康起来，听到他的父亲像平常高兴的时候那样又大笑起来。一位可爱的姑娘——她美丽的长发上戴着一顶金王冠——向约翰奈斯伸出手来。他的父亲说：“看到没有，你现在得到一位多么漂亮的新娘?她是全世界最美丽的姑娘!”于是他醒了，这一切美丽的东西也消逝了。他的父亲冰冷地、僵直地躺在床上，再没有别的人跟他们在一起。可怜的约翰奈斯!
死者在第二周就埋葬了。约翰奈斯紧跟在棺材后面送葬;从此以后他再也看不见这个非常爱他的、慈祥的父亲了。他亲耳听见人们把土盖在棺材上，亲眼看到棺材的最后的一角。不过再加上一铲土，就连这一角也要不见了。这时他悲恸到了万分，他的心简直好像要裂成碎片。人们在他的周围唱起圣诗，唱得那么美丽，约翰奈斯不禁流出眼泪来。他大声地哭起来;在悲哀中哭一下是有好处的。太阳在绿色树上光耀地照着，好像是说：“约翰奈斯!你再也不会感到悲哀了，天空是那么美丽，一片蓝色，你看见了吗?你的父亲就在那上面，他在请求仁慈的上帝使你将来永远幸福!”
“我要永远做一个好人，”约翰奈斯说，“好使我也能到天上去看我的父亲;如果我们再见面，我们将会多么快乐啊!我将有多少话要告诉他啊!他将会指许多东西给我看;他将会像活在人世间的时候一样，把天上许多美丽的东西教给我。哦，那该是多么快乐的事啊!”
约翰奈斯想着这些情景，像亲眼看见过似的，他不禁笑起来。在这同时，他的眼泪仍然在脸上滚滚地流。小鸟们高高地栖在栗树上，唱道：“唧喳!唧喳!”虽然它们也参加了葬礼，却仍然很高兴;不过它们知道得很清楚，死者已经上了天，并且还长出了翅膀——这些翅膀比它们的还要宽广和美丽得多;他现在是幸福的，因为他生前曾经是一个好人。它们都为他高兴。约翰奈斯看到它们从绿树林里向广大的世界飞去，他自己也非常想跟它们一起飞。但是他先做了一个木十字架竖在他父亲的坟墓上。当他晚间把十字架送去时，坟墓上已经装饰着沙子和花朵——这都是一些陌生人做的，因为这些人都喜欢这位死去了的亲爱的父亲。
第二天大清早约翰奈斯把他的一小捆行李打好，同时把他继承的全部财产——五十块钱和几个小银币——扎进他的腰带里。他带着这点东西走向这个茫茫的世界。但是他先到教堂墓地去看看父亲的坟，念了《主祷文》①;于是他说：“再会吧，亲爱的爸爸!我要永远做一个好人。你可以大胆地向好心肠的上帝祈祷，请他保佑我一切都好。”
约翰奈斯在田野上走。田野里的花儿在温暖的太阳光中开得又鲜艳、又美丽。它们在风中点着头，好像是说：“欢迎你到绿草地上来。你看这儿好不好?”但是约翰奈斯掉转头又向那个老教堂望了一眼;他小时候就是在那里受洗礼的，他每个星期天跟父亲一道在那里做礼拜，唱赞美诗。这时他看到教堂的小妖精，高高地站在教堂塔楼上的一个窗洞里。他戴着尖顶小红帽，把手膀弯上来遮住脸，免得太阳射着他的眼睛。约翰奈斯对他点点头，表示告别。小妖精也挥着红帽，把手贴在心上，用手指飞吻了好几次，表示他多么希望约翰奈斯一切都好，能有一个愉快的旅程。
约翰奈斯想，在这个广大而美丽的世界里，他将会看到多少好的东西啊。他越走越远——他以前从来没有走过怎样远的路。他所走过的城市，他所遇见的人，他全都不认识。他现在来到遥远的陌生人中间了。
第一天夜里他睡在田野里的一个干草堆下，因为他没有别的床。不过他觉得这也很有趣;就是一个国王也不会有比这还好的地方。这儿是一大片田野，有溪流，有干草堆，上面还有蔚蓝的天;这的确算得是一间美丽的睡房。开着小红花和白花的绿草是地毯，接骨木树丛和野玫瑰篱笆是花束，盛满了新鲜清水的溪流是他的洗脸池。小溪里的灯芯草对他鞠躬，祝他“晚安”和“早安”。高高地挂在蓝天花板下的月亮，无疑的是一盏巨大的夜明灯，而这灯决不会烧着窗帘。约翰奈斯可以安安心心地睡着;他事实上也是这样。他一觉睡到太阳出来，周围所有的小鸟对他唱着歌：“早安!早安!你还没有起来吗?”
做礼拜的钟声响起来了，这是星期天;大家都去听牧师讲道，约翰奈斯也跟着一块儿去。他唱了一首圣诗，听了上帝的教义。他觉得好像又回到了他受洗的那个老教堂里，跟父亲在一起唱圣诗。
教堂的墓地里有许多坟墓，有几座坟还长满了很高的草。约翰奈斯这时想起了父亲的坟墓：那一定也是跟这些坟墓一样，因为他不能去锄草和修整它。因此他坐下来拔去那些荒草，把倒了的十字架重新竖起来，把风吹走了的花圈又搬到坟上来。在这同时，他想：“现在我既然不在家，也许有人会同样照料我父亲的坟墓吧!”
教堂墓地门外有一个年老的乞丐。他拄着一根拐杖站着。约翰奈斯把他所有的几个银币全都给他了，然后带着愉快和高兴的心情继续向这茫茫大世界走去。
到晚间，天气忽然变得非常坏。约翰奈斯急忙去找一个藏身的地方，但是马上黑夜就到来了。最后他在一个山上找到了一座孤寂的小教堂。很幸运地，门还没有关。他轻轻地走进去了：打算在里面呆到暴风雨停息为止。
“我就在这个角落里坐下来吧!”他说：“我相当疲倦，需要休息一下。”于是他就坐下来了。他把双手合在一起，念了晚祷。外面正是雷鸣电闪，他在不知不觉之间就睡过去了，并且做起梦来。
他醒来的时候，正是半夜，不过暴风雨已经过去了，月亮穿过窗子向他照进来。教堂的中央停着一具开着的棺材，里面躺着一个还没有埋葬的死人。约翰奈斯一点也不害怕，因为他的良心很平安;同时他也知道得很清楚，死人是不会害人的，能害人的倒还是活着的坏人。现在就有这样两个恶劣的人。他们就站在死人的旁边。这死人是停在教堂里，等待埋葬的。他们想害他一下，不让他睡在棺材里，而要把他扔到教堂门外去——可怜的死人啊!
“你们为什么要做这样的事情呢?”约翰奈斯问，“这是不对的，恶劣的。看耶稣的面子，让他休息吧。”
“废话!”这两个恶人说。“他骗了我们呀!他欠我们的钱，一直没有还;现在他又忽然死掉了，我们连一毛钱也收不回来!我们非报复他一下不可;我们要叫他像一只狗似的躺在教堂门外!”
“我所有的钱还不到五十块大洋，”约翰奈斯说，“这是我所继承的全部遗产，可是我愿意把这钱送给你们，只要你们能老老实实地答应我让这个可怜的死人安静地睡着。没有钱我也可以活的。我年富力强，有一双健壮的手，一双健壮的脚，而且上帝也会帮助我的。”
“好吧，”这两个丑恶的人说，“只要你能还他的债，我们当然可以放开他的，你尽管放心好了!”于是他们就把约翰奈斯所给的钱都接过来，大笑了一阵，觉得他太老实，随后他们就走开了。他把死人在棺材里放好，同时把死人的手合在一起。他说了一声“再会”，就很满意地走进一个大森林里去。
周围有月光从树枝之间射进来，他看到许多可爱的小山精在快乐地玩耍。他们对他一点也不害怕，因为他们知道他是一个好人;只有坏人才看不惯小山精。他们有些还没有手指那样粗，他们长长的金发是用金梳子朝上扎着的。他们成双成对地骑着树叶和长草上的露珠摇来摇去。有时露珠一滚，他们就跌到长草之间的空隙里去了。这就使得其他的小山精大笑大叫起来。这真是好玩极了!他们唱着歌。约翰奈斯一下子就听出这都是他小时候学过的那些美丽的歌儿。戴着王冠的杂色蜘蛛，正在灌木林之间织着长长的吊桥和宫殿;当微小的露珠落到它们身上的时候，它们就像月光底下发亮的玻璃，直到太阳升起来时才不是这样。这时小山精就钻进花苞里去，风把他们的吊桥和宫殿吹走，它们成为一面大蜘蛛网，在空中飘荡。
约翰奈斯这时走出了树林。他后面有一个人在高声喊他：“喂，朋友!你到什么地方去呀?”
“到广大的世界里去!”约翰奈斯说，“我没有父亲，也没有母亲。我是一个穷苦的孩子;但是上帝会帮助我!”
“我也要到广大的世界里去，”这陌生人说，“我们两人一块儿走好吗?”
“很好!”约翰奈斯说。于是他们就一起走了。不多久他们就建立起很好的友情，因为他们两个人都是好人。不过约翰奈斯发现这陌生人比自己聪明得多，他差不多走遍了全世界，什么事情都知道。
太阳已经升得很高。他们在一株大树下坐下来吃早餐。正在这时候，来了一个老太婆。咳!她的年纪才老呢。她拄着一根拐杖走路，腰弯得很厉害。她的背上背着一捆在树林里捡来的柴。她的围裙兜着东西，约翰奈斯看出里面是凤尾草杆子和杨柳枝。当她走近他们的时候，一只脚滑了一下。于是她大叫一声，倒下来了，因为她——可怜的老太婆——跌断了腿!
约翰奈斯马上就说，他们应该把这老太婆背着送回家去。不过这陌生人把背包打开，取出一个小瓶子，说他有一种药膏可以使她的腿立刻长好和有气力，使她可以自己走回家去，好像没有跌断过腿一样。但是，他要求她把她兜在围裙里的三根枝条送给他。
“那么你得到的酬劳就不小了!”老太婆说，同时很神秘地把头点了一下。她不愿意交出这几根枝条来，但是她又觉得腿断了，躺在这儿也不太舒服。因此她只好把这几根枝条送给他了。当他把药膏一涂到她腿上的时候，老太婆马上就站起来，走起路来比以前更有劲。这药膏的效力真不小，但是它在药房里是买不到的。
“你要这几根枝条有什么用呢?”约翰奈斯问他的旅伴。
“它们是三把漂亮的扫帚呀，”他回答说，“我就喜欢这些玩意儿，因为我是一个古怪的人。”
他们走了很长一段路。
“你看天阴起来了，”约翰奈斯指着前面说，“那是一大堆可怕的乌云!”
“你错了，”旅伴回答说，“那不是云块，那是高山呀。那是壮丽的大山。你一爬上山就钻进云层和新鲜的空气中去了。请相信我，这才是奇观呢!明天我们就可以走进这些山里去了!”
不过这些山并不是像我们所看到的那样近。他们要走一整天才能到达。山上的黑森林长得很高，把天都遮着了;有些石头真大，跟整个的城市差不多。爬上这些山真是一趟艰难的旅程。因此约翰奈斯和他的旅伴就到一个旅店里歇下来，打算好好地休息一晚，养好了精神准备明天再旅行。
这个旅店的客厅里坐着许多人，因为有一个人在演木偶戏。这人刚刚布置好了一个小舞台，大家坐在它的周围，准备看戏。坐在顶前面的是一个胖胖的老屠夫;他占了一个最好的位置。他有一只大哈巴狗，噢!它的样子才凶呢!它坐在他旁边。它像所有看戏的人一样，把眼睛睁得斗大。
现在戏开演了。这是一出好戏，戏中有国王和王后。他们坐在华丽的皇位上，每人头上戴一顶金王冠;他的衣服后面拖着一条长长的后裾，因为他们有钱可以这样摆阔。装了玻璃眼睛和大把胡子的漂亮木偶，站在门边开门和关门，使新鲜空气可以流进屋子里来。这是一出逗人喜欢的戏。一点也不悲惨。不过——正当那位王后立起来要走过舞台的时候——真是天晓得，不知那个哈巴狗的心里想着什么东西——胖屠夫没有抓住这只狗，它忽然跳上舞台，一口把王后纤细的腰咬住，同时说：“咬呀，咬呀!”这真吓人啦!
演这出戏的人真可怜;他吓得不成样子。他替这个王后感到非常难过，因为她是他的一个最可爱的木偶，而现在这个丑恶的哈巴狗却把她的头咬掉了。不过大家散了以后，跟约翰奈斯一同来的那个陌生人说，他可以把她修好。于是他把他的小瓶子取出来，把药膏涂到木偶身上——这就是把那个老太婆跌断了的腿子治好过的药膏。木偶一涂上了药膏，马上就复原了。坠的，她甚至还可以自己动着手脚，再也不要人牵线了。这木偶现在好像是一个活人似的，只是不能说话罢了。木偶戏老板现在非常高兴，因为他不必再牵着木偶了。她可以自己跳舞。这一点别的木偶都做不到。
夜深了。旅店的客人都上床去睡了。这时有一个人发出可怕的叹息声来。叹息声一直没有停，旅店的人都起来，要看看这究竟是一个什么人。演木偶戏的人跑到他的小剧场去，因为叹息声正是从那儿来的。所有的木偶，包括国王和他的随员们在内，都乱七八糟地滚作一团：原来是他们在可怜伤心地叹气。他们的玻璃眼睛在发呆，因为他们也希望像王后一样，能够涂上一点儿药膏，使自己动起来。王后马上跪到地上，举起她美丽的王冠，恳求说：“我把这送给你!不过请在我的丈夫和使臣们的身上涂点药膏!”
可怜的剧场和木偶们的老板，不禁哭起来，因为他真是替他们难过。他马上跟旅伴说，只要他能把他四五个最漂亮的木偶涂上一点药膏，他愿意把第二天晚上演出的收入全部送给他。不过旅伴说他什么也不需要，他只是希望得到这人身边挂着的那把剑。他得到了这剑以后，就在六个木偶身上擦了药膏。这六个木偶马上就跳起舞来，而且跳得很可爱。在场的女子们——真正有生命的、人间的女子——也不禁一同跳起舞来了。马车夫跟女厨子跳舞，茶役跟女侍者跳舞。所有的客人，所有的火铲和火钳也都跳起舞来了。不过后面的这两件东西一开始跳就跌交。是的，这是欢乐的一夜!
第二天早晨，约翰奈斯和旅伴就离开大家了，他们爬上高山，走过巨大的松树林。他们爬得非常高，下边的教堂尖塔看起来简直像绿树林中的小红浆果。他们可以望到很远、望到许多许多里以外他们从来没有到过的地方!约翰奈斯从来没有在这个可爱的世界里一眼看到这么多的美景。太阳温暖地照着;在新鲜蔚蓝色的空中，他听到猎人在山上快乐地吹起号角。他高兴得流出眼泪，不禁大声说：“仁慈的上帝!我要吻您，因为您对我们是这样好，您把世界上最美的东西都拿给我们看!”
旅伴也停下来，合着双手，朝着浸在温暖阳光中的森林和城市望。在这同时，他们的上空响起一个美丽的声音：他们抬头看见空中有一只大白天鹅在飞翔。这鸟儿非常美丽;它在唱歌——他们一直到现在还没有听见任何鸟儿唱过歌。不过歌声慢慢地、慢慢地消沉下去：鸟儿垂下头，慢慢地落到他们脚下——这只美丽的鸟儿就躺在这儿死了。
“这鸟儿的两只翅膀真漂亮，”旅伴说，“又白又宽，是很值钱的。我要把它们带走。有一把剑是很有用的，你现在可知道了吧?”
于是他一下就把死天鹅的翅膀砍下来了，因为他要把它们带走。
他们两人在山中又走了许多许多里路。后来他们看到一个很大的城市。城里有一百多尊塔，这些塔体像银子一样反射着太阳光。城中央有一座美丽的大理石宫殿。它的屋顶是用赤金盖的，国王就住在里面。
约翰奈斯和他的旅伴不愿立刻就进城，他们停在城外的一个旅店里，打算换换衣服，因为他们希望走到街上去的时候，外表还像个样子。旅店的老板告诉他们说，国王是一个有德行的君主，从来不伤害任何人。不过他的女儿，糟糕得很，是一个很坏的公主。她的相貌是够漂亮的——谁也没有她那样美丽和迷人——可是这又有什么用呢?她是一个恶毒的巫婆，许多可爱的王子在她手上丧失了生命。任何人都可以向她求婚，这是她许可的。谁都可以来，王子也好，乞丐也好——对她都没有什么分别。求婚者只须猜出她所问的三件事情就得了。如果他能猜得出，他就可以和她结婚，而且当她的父亲死了以后，他还可以做全国的国王。但是如果他猜不出这三件事情，她就得把他绞死，或者砍掉他的脑袋!这个美丽的公主是那么坏和恶毒啦!
她的父亲——这位老国王——心里非常难过。不过他没有办法叫她不要这样恶毒，因为他有一次答应过决不干涉任何与她的求婚者有关的事情——她喜欢怎么办就怎么办。每次一个王子来猜答案，想得到这位公主的时候，他总是失败，结果不是被绞死便是被砍掉脑袋。的确，他事先并不是没有得到警告的他很可以放弃求婚的念头。老国王对于这种痛苦和悲惨的事情，感到万分难过，所以每年都要花一整天的工夫和他所有的军队跪在地上祈祷，希望这个公主变好，可是她却偏偏不愿意改好。老太婆在喝白兰地的时候，总是先把它染上黑色②才吞下去，因为她们感到悲哀——的确，她们再也没有其他的办法。
“丑恶的公主!”约翰奈斯说;“应该结结实实地把她抽一顿，这样对她才有好处。如果我是老国王的话，我要抽得她全身流血!”
这时外面有人听到这话，他们都喊“好”!公主正在旁边经过，她的确是非常漂亮的，所以老百姓一时忘记了她的恶毒，也对着她叫：“好!”十二个美丽的年轻姑娘，穿着白色的绸衣，每人手中拿着一朵金色的郁金香，骑着十二匹漆黑的骏马，在她的两旁护卫。公主本人骑着一匹戴着钻石和红玉的白马。她骑马穿的服装是纯金做的，她手中的马鞭亮得像太阳的光线。她头上戴着的金冠像是从天上摘下来的小星星，她的外衣是用一千多只美丽的蝴蝶翅膀缝成的。但是她本人要比她的衣服美丽得多。
约翰奈斯一看到她的时候，脸上就变得像血一样地鲜红。他一句话也说不出来。公主的样子很像他在父亲死去的那个晚上所梦见的那个戴着金冠的美女子。他觉得她是那么动人，不禁也非常爱起她来。他说，他不相信她是一个恶毒的巫婆，专门把猜不出她的问题的人送上绞架或砍头。
“她既然准许每个人向她求婚，甚至最穷的乞丐也包括在内，那么我也要到宫殿里去一趟，因为我实在没有别的办法!”
大家都劝他不要尝试这件事，因为他所得到的结果一定会跟别人一样。他的旅伴也劝他不要这样做，但是约翰奈斯认为一切都会很顺利的。他把鞋子和上衣刷了，把脸和手也洗了，把他的美丽的黄头发也梳了。于是他独自进了城，直接向王官走去。
“请进吧!”约翰奈斯敲门的时候，老国王说。
约翰奈斯把门推开。老国王穿着长便服和绣花拖鞋来接见他。他的头上戴着王冠，一手拿着代表王权的王笏，一手拿着象征王权的金珠。“请等一下吧!”他说，同时把金珠夹在腋下，以便跟约翰奈斯握手。不过，当他一听到他的客人是一位求婚者的时候，他就开始抽咽地哭起来，他的王笏和金珠都滚到地上来了，同时不得不用睡衣来揩眼泪。可怜的老国王!
“请你不要来!”他说。“你会像别人一样，碰上祸害的。你只要看看就知道!”
于是他把约翰奈斯带到公主游乐的花园里去。那儿的情景才可怕呢!每一株树上悬着三四个王子的尸首。他们都是向公主求过婚的。但是他们都猜不出她所提的问题。微风一吹动，这些骸骨就吱格吱格地响起来，小鸟都吓跑了，再也不敢飞到花园里来。花儿都盘在人骨上;骷髅躺在花盆里，发出冷笑。这确实称得上是一个公主的花园。
“你可以在这里仔细瞧瞧!”老国王说。“你所看到的这些人的命运，也会是你的命运。你最好还是放弃你的念头吧。我感到很难过，因为我关心这一件事情。”
约翰奈斯把这和善老国王的手吻了一下;他说，结果会很好的，因为他很喜欢这位美丽的公主。
这时公主带着所有的侍女骑着马走进宫殿的院子。他们都走过去问候她。她的样子真是非常美丽。她和约翰奈斯握手。约翰奈斯现在比从前更爱她了——她决不会像大家所说的那样，是一个恶毒的巫婆。他们一起走进大厅里去，小童仆们端出蜜饯和椒盐核桃仁来款待他们。可是老国王感到非常难过;他什么东西也吃不下，当然椒盐核桃仁对他说来也是太硬了。
他们约定好，第二天早晨约翰奈斯再到宫里来;那时法官和全体枢密大臣将到场来听他怎样回答问题。如果回答得好，他还要再来两次。不过，到目前为止，还没有什么人能够通过第一关，因此他们都丧失了生命。
约翰奈斯对于自己的命运一点也不感到难过。他反而感到快乐。他的心目中只有这个美丽的公主，同时觉得仁慈的上帝一定会来帮助他的，不过是怎样帮助法，他一点也不知道，同时他也不愿意想这件事情。他边走边跳地回到旅店来——他的旅伴正在等他。
约翰奈斯说公主对他怎样好，公主是怎样美丽——他说得简直没有完。他渴望着第二天的到来，好到宫里去，碰碰自已猜谜的运气。不过旅伴摇摇头，非常难过。“我很喜欢你!”他说。“我们很可以在一起多呆一会儿，但是现在我却要失去你了!你，可怜的、亲爱的约翰奈斯!我真想哭一场，但是我不愿意扰乱你今晚的快乐心情，这可能是我们在一起的最后一个晚上了。我们来欢乐吧，痛快地欢乐吧!明天早晨你走了以后，我再痛哭一番。”
市民马上都知道公主又有了一位新的求婚者，对老百姓来说，这当然是一件非常悲哀的事情。戏院都关上门，卖糕饼的老太婆在糖猪身上系一条黑纱，国王和牧师们在教堂里跪着祈祷。处处是悲悼的情绪，因为大家都觉得约翰奈斯的运气决不会比别的求婚者好多少。
晚上旅伴调了一大碗混合酒，对约翰奈斯说：“我们现在应该快乐一番，并且为公主的健康干杯。”不过约翰奈斯喝了两杯就想要睡，他的眼睛已睁不开，只好呼呼地睡去了。旅伴轻轻地把他从椅子上抱起来，放到床上。夜深的时候，他把那两只从天鹅身上砍下的大翅膀取出来，系到自己的肩上，同时把那个跌断了腿的老太婆的一根最长的枝条装进自己的袋里。然后他就打开窗子，飞到城里去，一直飞向王宫。他在面对公主睡房的一个窗子下边的角落里坐下来。
全城都非常静寂。这时钟敲起来，时间是11点45分。窗子开了，公主穿着一件白色的长外衣，展开她的黑翅膀，越过城市的上空向一座大山飞去。旅伴隐去了自己的原形，她完全看不见他。他在公主后面跟着飞，用枝条抽打着她。枝条落到什么地方，血就流到什么地方。啊，这才算是空中旅行呢!风鼓起她的外衣，使它向四面张开，像一大片船帆。月光透射进去。
“冰雹真厉害!冰雹真厉害!”公主被枝条抽一下就这样叫一声。这对她是一个教训;最后她飞到山上，在山上敲了一下。这时好像天在打雷，山裂开了。公主走进去，旅伴也跟着走进去。谁也没有看见他，因为他是看不见的。他们走进一条又长又宽的通道，两边壁上发出奇异的光。这是因为壁上有一千多只发亮的蜘蛛的缘故;它们在上上下下地爬行着，散出火一样的彩霞。他们走进一个用金银砌成的大厅。墙上有向日葵那么大的红花和蓝花，射出光来。可是谁也不能摘下这些花，因为花梗全是些丑恶的、有毒的长蛇。事实上这些花朵就是它们喷出的火焰。天花板上全是发亮的萤火虫和拍着薄翅膀的天蓝色的蝙蝠。这情景真有些吓人。地中央设有一个王座。它是由四匹死马的骸骨托着的。这些死马的挽具全是血红的蜘蛛所组成的。王座则是乳白色的玻璃做的，它的坐垫就是一堆互相咬着尾巴的小黑耗子。华盖是一面粉红色的蛛网;它里面镶着许多漂亮的、像宝石一样的小绿苍蝇。王座上坐着一个老巫师。他丑恶的头上戴着一顶王冠，手中拿着一个王笏。他在公主的额上吻了一下，请她在他身边、在这贵重的王座上坐下来。于是音乐奏起来了。巨大的黑蚱蜢弹起独弦琴，猫头鹰用翅膀敲着肚皮——因为她没有鼓。这真是一个很妙的合奏!许多小黑妖精，戴着镶有鬼火的帽子，在大厅里跳舞。可是谁也看不见旅伴，因为他隐身在王座后面。他什么都听见了。朝臣们这时都进来了。他们都神气十足，不可一世。不过有眼力的人一看就知道他们是些什么宝贝东西。他们原来是顶着几棵老白菜根的扫帚。魔法师只不过用魔力使它们有了生命，同时给它们穿上几件绣花衣服罢了。不过这倒没有什么关系，因为他们在这儿只不过是摆摆场面。
跳了一阵舞以后，公主告诉魔法师说，她又有一位新的求婚者。她问他，明天这人来到宫里的时候，他觉得她应该叫他猜一个什么问题好。
“听着!”魔法师说，“我告诉你，你应该给他一件最容易的东西猜，这样他才想不到。你觉得你的一只鞋子怎样?这东西他一定是猜不着的。把他的头砍下来吧：不过请不要忘记明晚你来的时候，千万把他的眼珠带来，因为我想尝尝味道。”
公主弯腰行了礼，同时答应地决不会忘记那对眼珠。魔法师于是就打开山。她又飞回家去。不过旅伴在跟着她，同时用技条拼命抽她。她不禁大声叹气，说冰雹真厉害。她加速地飞，希望早点飞进窗子，回到睡房里去。旅伴飞回旅店的时候，约翰奈斯还在熟睡。他摘下翅膀，也躺到床上睡了，因为他已经很疲倦了。
当约翰奈斯醒来的时候，天已经亮了。旅伴也起来了，并且说他昨夜做了一个非常奇怪的梦，梦见公主和她的一只鞋子。因此旅伴就叫约翰奈斯问一问公主，她心里是不是在想一只鞋子!这正是他从山里魔法师口中所听到的东西。但是他一点也不把实情告诉约翰奈斯。他只是叫他问她是不是在想一只鞋子。
“我当然可以问她这件事，正如我可以问她任何别的事一样，”约翰奈斯说。“也许你的梦是有道理的，因为我一直相信，上帝会帮助我。不过我现在得向你告别了，因为如果我猜错了的话，我就再也不能见到你了。”
于是他们互相拥抱了一下。约翰奈斯走进城，直接到宫里去。大殿里挤满了人：裁判官都坐在靠椅上，而且还在脑袋后边垫了许多鸭绒枕头——因为他们有很多事情要费脑筋来想。老国王站起来，用一块白手帕措了一下眼睛。这时公主也进来了。她的样子比昨天还要漂亮。她很和气地向大家行礼，不过她对约翰奈斯伸出手来，说：“祝你平安!”
现在约翰奈斯要猜猜她心里想的是什么东西。老天爷!她瞧着他的那副样儿真可爱，不过当她一听到他说出“一只鞋子”以后，她脸上立刻变得比粉笔还要惨白。她的全身发抖，但是这也解决不了问题，因为他猜对了!真想不到：老国王才高兴呢!他翻了一个跟头，样子真好看。所有在场的人都为他和约翰奈斯鼓掌——他是第一次猜中了的人!
旅伴听到这个圆满的结果，也感到很高兴。但是约翰奈斯合着双手，感谢仁慈的上帝——他下一次一定也会帮助他的。第二天他又得去猜。
这天晚上过得像昨天一样。当约翰奈斯睡着了的时候，旅伴仍旧跟在公主后面飞到山里去。他在路上把她拍得比上次还要厉害，因为这次他带着两根枝条。谁也看不见他，可是他什么都能听见。公主这次心里要想的是一只手套。旅伴把这事又作为一个梦告诉了约翰奈斯。因此约翰奈斯又猜中了。宫里的人全都非常高兴。所有的大臣，照上次他们看到国王翻跟头的那个样子，也都翻起跟头来。只有公主一个人躺在沙发上，一句话也说不出来。现在的问题是：约翰奈斯是不是第三次也能猜得中呢?如果他能猜中的话，他不仅有了这位美丽的公主，还可以在国王死后继承整个的王国哩。如果他猜不中，他就要丧失生命，而且那个魔法师还要把他的那一对美丽的蓝眼珠吃掉。
这天晚上约翰奈斯上床很早。他念了晚祷就安静地睡着了。不过旅伴照旧把翅膀系在背上，把宝剑挂在身边，拿起三根枝条，向宫中飞去。
这是一个漆黑的夜。风吹得厉害，连屋顶上的瓦都吹走了;花园里挂着骸骨的那些树，在暴风中像芦苇似地倒下来了。每秒钟都在闪电，雷声不停，好像只有这一个雷声整夜在响似的。这时窗子大开，公主向外飞出去了。她的面色像死人一样惨白，不过她仍然对这恶劣的天气发笑，觉得它还不够恶劣。她的白外衣在风中鼓动着，像一片大船帆。可是旅伴这次用三根枝条抽她，她的血直往地上滴，弄得她几乎没有气力再向前飞了。最后她好容易才飞到那个山上。
“冰雹和狂风真厉害!”她说。‘哦从来没有在这样的天气里飞过。”
“好事多磨!”魔法师说。
她把约翰奈斯第二天又猜中了的事情告诉他。如果他明天又猜中的话，那么他就胜利了，她将再也不能飞到山里来看他，再也不能像以前那样使魔法了，因此她现在感到非常难过。
“这次决不叫他猜中，”魔法师说。“我要找出一件叫他连做梦也想不到的东西，如果他再猜中的话，那么他简直是一个比我还要高明的魔法师了。不过我们现在还是快乐一番吧。”
于是他拉着公主的双手，跟屋子里所有的妖精和鬼火一同跳起舞来。红蜘蛛也同样在墙上跳上跳下，好像有许多火红的花朵在射出火花似的。猫头鹰在击鼓，蟋蟀在吹萧管，黑蚱蜢在弹着独弦琴。这真是一个欢乐的舞会!
当他们舞了相当长的一段时间以后，公主就不得不回家去了，否则宫里的人就要找她了。魔法师说他愿意送她回去，因为这样他又可以跟她在一起多呆一段时间。
他们在恶劣的天气中飞。旅伴把他的三根枝条都在他们背上抽断了。魔法师从来没有在这样厉害的冰雹中旅行过。他在宫殿前向公主告别，同时低声在她耳边说：“你心中想着我的头吧。”旅伴又听到了这句话。正在这时候，公主从窗子飞进她的睡房里去了。魔法师正要掉转身，旅伴就一把抓住他又长又黑的胡子，用剑把他的丑恶的脑袋砍下来，弄得魔法师连回头看他一下的机会都没有。他把他的尸体扔进海里去喂了鱼;至于他的脑袋，他只放进水里浸一下，然后把它包在湿手帕里，带回到旅店里来，接着他就躺在床上睡了。
第二天早晨他把手帕交给约翰奈斯，但是他说：在公主没有要他猜测她心中所想的东西以前，切记不要打开。
宫中的大殿里现在有许多人。他们紧紧地挤在一起，好像一大捆萝卜。裁判官坐在有柔软枕头的椅子上，老国王也换上了新衣服，金王冠和王笏也擦亮了，看起来非常漂亮。不过公主的面色惨白，她穿着一身深黑色的衣服，好像要去参加葬礼似的。
“我现在心里想着什么东西呢?”她问。约翰立刻打开他的手帕。当他看见魔法师难看的脑袋时，他自己也大吃一惊。所有在场的人也都吓了一跳，因为这实在太可怕了。不过公主坐着像一尊石像，一句话也说不出来。最后她站起来，把手伸向约翰奈斯，因为他猜中了。她谁也不看，只是唉声叹气。她说：“你现在是我的主人了!今晚我们就举行婚礼吧。”
“这才叫我高兴呢!”老国王说。“这满足了我的心愿。”
所有在场的人都高呼：“万岁!”军乐队在街上奏起乐来，教堂的钟声响起来，卖糕饼的老太婆把糖猪身上的黑纱取下来，因为现在大家都非常快乐。三只烤熟了的整牛——肚里全填满了鸡鸭——现在放在市场中央，任何人都可以去割一块下来吃。喷泉现在流出美酒。老百姓只要到面包店去花一个毫子买一块面包，就可以同时得到六块甜面包的赠品——而且这些甜面包里还有葡萄干呢。
夜里整个城市亮得像白天一样。兵士放礼炮，孩子放鞭炮。宫里在举行宴会，喝酒，干杯和跳舞。绅士和小姐们在成对跳舞。就是住在很远的人都能听到他们的歌声——
这里有这么多的美女
她们个个都喜欢跳舞。
她们跳着《大鼓进行曲》，
美丽的姑娘哟，旋转吧!。
舞一步，又跳一步，
一直跳到鞋底落下。
然而这公主仍然是一个巫婆。她并不太喜欢约翰奈斯。这一点，旅伴早已料想到了，因此他给约翰奈斯三根天鹅翅上的羽毛，和一个装有几滴水的小瓶。他叫他在公主的床前放一个装满了水的澡盆，当公主要上床的时候，他可以把她轻轻一推，使她落到水里;他先把羽毛和瓶子里的水倒进去，然后把她按进水里三次;这样就可以使她失去魔力，热烈地爱起他来。
约翰奈斯照旅伴说的话办了。当他把公主按进水里的时候，她大叫了一声，同时变成了一只睁着亮眼睛的黑天鹅，在他的手下面挣扎。这天鹅第二次冒出水面的时候，就变成了白色，只是头颈上有一道黑圈;约翰奈斯向上帝祈祷，然后又把这天鹅第三次按进水里。这时它立刻又变成一个可爱的公主。她比以前还要美丽。她感谢他，她的眼里含着水汪汪的泪珠，因为他把附在她身上的魔力驱走了。
第二天老国王带着全体朝臣来了。盛大的庆祝会举运了一整天。旅伴是最后来的一位客人。他手里拄着手杖，背上背着行羹。约翰奈斯吻了他好几次，请他不要离开，请他和自己住在一起，因为约翰奈斯的幸福完全是他带来的。不过旅伴摇摇头，同时温和地、善意地说：“不行，我的时刻已经到了。我只不过是还清我的债务罢了。你记得两个坏人想要伤害的那具尸体吗?你把你所有的东西都拿出来给他们，好叫死人能安静地睡在里面。我就是那个死人。”
说完以后他就不见了。
结婚的庆祝继续了一整个月。约翰奈斯和公主真诚地相亲相爱。老国王长时期过着愉快的日子;公主的孩子们骑在他的膝上，玩弄着他的王笏，后来约翰奈斯就成了整个国家的君主。
①这是《圣经·新约全书·马太福音》里第六章九至十三节中的一段话。基督徒感谢上帝时都念这个祷告。
②根据欧洲的习惯，黑色象征哀伤。
旅伴英文版：
The Travelling Companion
OOR John was very sad; for his father was so ill, he had no hope of his recovery. John sat alone with the sick man in the little room, and the lamp had nearly burnt out; for it was late in the night.
“You have been a good son, John,” said the sick father, “and God will help you on in the world.” He looked at him, as he spoke, with mild, earnest eyes, drew a deep sigh, and died; yet it appeared as if he still slept.
John wept bitterly. He had no one in the wide world now; neither father, mother, brother, nor sister. Poor John! he knelt down by the bed, kissed his dead father’s hand, and wept many, many bitter tears. But at last his eyes closed, and he fell asleep with his head resting against the hard bedpost. Then he dreamed a strange dream; he thought he saw the sun shining upon him, and his father alive and well, and even heard him laughing as he used to do when he was very happy. A beautiful girl, with a golden crown on her head, and long, shining hair, gave him her hand; and his father said, “See what a bride you have won. She is the loveliest maiden on the whole earth.” Then he awoke, and all the beautiful things vanished before his eyes, his father lay dead on the bed, and he was all alone. Poor John!
During the following week the dead man was buried. The son walked behind the coffin which contained his father, whom he so dearly loved, and would never again behold. He heard the earth fall on the coffin-lid, and watched it till only a corner remained in sight, and at last that also disappeared. He felt as if his heart would break with its weight of sorrow, till those who stood round the grave sang a psalm, and the sweet, holy tones brought tears into his eyes, which relieved him. The sun shone brightly down on the green trees, as if it would say, “You must not be so sorrowful, John. Do you see the beautiful blue sky above you? Your father is up there, and he prays to the loving Father of all, that you may do well in the future.”
“I will always be good,” said John, “and then I shall go to be with my father in heaven. What joy it will be when we see each other again! How much I shall have to relate to him, and how many things he will be able to explain to me of the delights of heaven, and teach me as he once did on earth. Oh, what joy it will be!”
He pictured it all so plainly to himself, that he smiled even while the tears ran down his cheeks.
The little birds in the chestnut-trees twittered, “Tweet, tweet;” they were so happy, although they had seen the funeral; but they seemed as if they knew that the dead man was now in heaven, and that he had wings much larger and more beautiful than their own; and he was happy now, because he had been good here on earth, and they were glad of it. John saw them fly away out of the green trees into the wide world, and he longed to fly with them; but first he cut out a large wooden cross, to place on his father’s grave; and when he brought it there in the evening, he found the grave decked out with gravel and flowers. Strangers had done this; they who had known the good old father who was now dead, and who had loved him very much.
Early the next morning, John packed up his little bundle of clothes, and placed all his money, which consisted of fifty dollars and a few shillings, in his girdle; with this he determined to try his fortune in the world. But first he went into the churchyard; and, by his father’s grave, he offered up a prayer, and said, “Farewell.”
As he passed through the fields, all the flowers looked fresh and beautiful in the warm sunshine, and nodded in the wind, as if they wished to say, “Welcome to the green wood, where all is fresh and bright.”
Then John turned to have one more look at the old church, in which he had been christened in his infancy, and where his father had taken him every Sunday to hear the service and join in singing the psalms. As he looked at the old tower, he espied the ringer standing at one of the narrow openings, with his little pointed red cap on his head, and shading his eyes from the sun with his bent arm. John nodded farewell to him, and the little ringer waved his red cap, laid his hand on his heart, and kissed his hand to him a great many times, to show that he felt kindly towards him, and wished him a prosperous journey.
John continued his journey, and thought of all the wonderful things he should see in the large, beautiful world, till he found himself farther away from home than ever he had been before. He did not even know the names of the places he passed through, and could scarcely understand the language of the people he met, for he was far away, in a strange land. The first night he slept on a haystack, out in the fields, for there was no other bed for him; but it seemed to him so nice and comfortable that even a king need not wish for a better. The field, the brook, the haystack, with the blue sky above, formed a beautiful sleeping-room. The green grass, with the little red and white flowers, was the carpet; the elder-bushes and the hedges of wild roses looked like garlands on the walls; and for a bath he could have the clear, fresh water of the brook; while the rushes bowed their heads to him, to wish him good morning and good evening. The moon, like a large lamp, hung high up in the blue ceiling, and he had no fear of its setting fire to his curtains. John slept here quite safely all night; and when he awoke, the sun was up, and all the little birds were singing round him, “Good morning, good morning. Are you not up yet?”
It was Sunday, and the bells were ringing for church. As the people went in, John followed them; he heard God’s word, joined in singing the psalms, and listened to the preacher. It seemed to him just as if he were in his own church, where he had been christened, and had sung the psalms with his father. Out in the churchyard were several graves, and on some of them the grass had grown very high. John thought of his father’s grave, which he knew at last would look like these, as he was not there to weed and attend to it. Then he set to work, pulled up the high grass, raised the wooden crosses which had fallen down, and replaced the wreaths which had been blown away from their places by the wind, thinking all the time, “Perhaps some one is doing the same for my father’s grave, as I am not there to do it ”
Outside the church door stood an old beggar, leaning on his crutch. John gave him his silver shillings, and then he continued his journey, feeling lighter and happier than ever. Towards evening, the weather became very stormy, and he hastened on as quickly as he could, to get shelter; but it was quite dark by the time he reached a little lonely church which stood on a hill. “I will go in here,” he said, “and sit down in a corner; for I am quite tired, and want rest.”
So he went in, and seated himself; then he folded his hands, and offered up his evening prayer, and was soon fast asleep and dreaming, while the thunder rolled and the lightning flashed without. When he awoke, it was still night; but the storm had ceased, and the moon shone in upon him through the windows. Then he saw an open coffin standing in the centre of the church, which contained a dead man, waiting for burial. John was not at all timid; he had a good conscience, and he knew also that the dead can never injure any one. It is living wicked men who do harm to others. Two such wicked persons stood now by the dead man, who had been brought to the church to be buried. Their evil intentions were to throw the poor dead body outside the church door, and not leave him to rest in his coffin.
“Why do you do this?” asked John, when he saw what they were going to do; “it is very wicked. Leave him to rest in peace, in Christ’s name.”
“Nonsense,” replied the two dreadful men. “He has cheated us; he owed us money which he could not pay, and now he is dead we shall not get a penny; so we mean to have our revenge, and let him lie like a dog outside the church door.”
“I have only fifty dollars,” said John, “it is all I possess in the world, but I will give it to you if you will promise me faithfully to leave the dead man in peace. I shall be able to get on without the money; I have strong and healthy limbs, and God will always help me.”
“Why, of course,” said the horrid men, “if you will pay his debt we will both promise not to touch him. You may depend upon that;” and then they took the money he offered them, laughed at him for his good nature, and went their way.
Then he laid the dead body back in the coffin, folded the hands, and took leave of it; and went away contentedly through the great forest. All around him he could see the prettiest little elves dancing in the moonlight, which shone through the trees. They were not disturbed by his appearance, for they knew he was good and harmless among men. They are wicked people only who can never obtain a glimpse of fairies. Some of them were not taller than the breadth of a finger, and they wore golden combs in their long, yellow hair. They were rocking themselves two together on the large dew-drops with which the leaves and the high grass were sprinkled. Sometimes the dew-drops would roll away, and then they fell down between the stems of the long grass, and caused a great deal of laughing and noise among the other little people. It was quite charming to watch them at play. Then they sang songs, and John remembered that he had learnt those pretty songs when he was a little boy. Large speckled spiders, with silver crowns on their heads, were employed to spin suspension bridges and palaces from one hedge to another, and when the tiny drops fell upon them, they glittered in the moonlight like shining glass. This continued till sunrise. Then the little elves crept into the flower-buds, and the wind seized the bridges and palaces, and fluttered them in the air like cobwebs.
As John left the wood, a strong man’s voice called after him, “Hallo, comrade, where are you travelling?”
“Into the wide world,” he replied; “I am only a poor lad, I have neither father nor mother, but God will help me.”
“I am going into the wide world also,” replied the stranger; “shall we keep each other company?”
“With all my heart,” he said, and so they went on together. Soon they began to like each other very much, for they were both good; but John found out that the stranger was much more clever than himself. He had travelled all over the world, and could describe almost everything. The sun was high in the heavens when they seated themselves under a large tree to eat their breakfast, and at the same moment an old woman came towards them. She was very old and almost bent double. She leaned upon a stick and carried on her back a bundle of firewood, which she had collected in the forest; her apron was tied round it, and John saw three great stems of fern and some willow twigs peeping out. just as she came close up to them, her foot slipped and she fell to the ground screaming loudly; poor old woman, she had broken her leg! John proposed directly that they should carry the old woman home to her cottage; but the stranger opened his knapsack and took out a box, in which he said he had a salve that would quickly make her leg well and strong again, so that she would be able to walk home herself, as if her leg had never been broken. And all that he would ask in return was the three fern stems which she carried in her apron.
“That is rather too high a price,” said the old woman, nodding her head quite strangely. She did not seem at all inclined to part with the fern stems. However, it was not very agreeable to lie there with a broken leg, so she gave them to him; and such was the power of the ointment, that no sooner had he rubbed her leg with it than the old mother rose up and walked even better than she had done before. But then this wonderful ointment could not be bought at a chemist’s.
“What can you want with those three fern rods?” asked John of his fellow-traveller.
“Oh, they will make capital brooms,” said he; “and I like them because I have strange whims sometimes.” Then they walked on together for a long distance.
“How dark the sky is becoming,” said John; “and look at those thick, heavy clouds.”
“Those are not clouds,” replied his fellow-traveller; “they are mountains—large lofty mountains—on the tops of which we should be above the clouds, in the pure, free air. Believe me, it is delightful to ascend so high, tomorrow we shall be there.” But the mountains were not so near as they appeared; they had to travel a whole day before they reached them, and pass through black forests and piles of rock as large as a town. The journey had been so fatiguing that John and his fellow-traveller stopped to rest at a roadside inn, so that they might gain strength for their journey on the morrow. In the large public room of the inn a great many persons were assembled to see a comedy performed by dolls. The showman had just erected his little theatre, and the people were sitting round the room to witness the performance. Right in front, in the very best place, sat a stout butcher, with a great bull-dog by his side who seemed very much inclined to bite. He sat staring with all his eyes, and so indeed did every one else in the room. And then the play began. It was a pretty piece, with a king and a queen in it, who sat on a beautiful throne, and had gold crowns on their heads. The trains to their dresses were very long, according to the fashion; while the prettiest of wooden dolls, with glass eyes and large mustaches, stood at the doors, and opened and shut them, that the fresh air might come into the room. It was a very pleasant play, not at all mournful; but just as the queen stood up and walked across the stage, the great bull-dog, who should have been held back by his master, made a spring forward, and caught the queen in the teeth by the slender wrist, so that it snapped in two. This was a very dreadful disaster. The poor man, who was exhibiting the dolls, was much annoyed, and quite sad about his queen; she was the prettiest doll he had, and the bull-dog had broken her head and shoulders off. But after all the people were gone away, the stranger, who came with John, said that he could soon set her to rights. And then he brought out his box and rubbed the doll with some of the salve with which he had cured the old woman when she broke her leg. As soon as this was done the doll’s back became quite right again; her head and shoulders were fixed on, and she could even move her limbs herself: there was now no occasion to pull the wires, for the doll acted just like a living creature, excepting that she could not speak. The man to whom the show belonged was quite delighted at having a doll who could dance of herself without being pulled by the wires; none of the other dolls could do this.
During the night, when all the people at the inn were gone to bed, some one was heard to sigh so deeply and painfully, and the sighing continued for so long a time, that every one got up to see what could be the matter. The showman went at once to his little theatre and found that it proceeded from the dolls, who all lay on the floor sighing piteously, and staring with their glass eyes; they all wanted to be rubbed with the ointment, so that, like the queen, they might be able to move of themselves. The queen threw herself on her knees, took off her beautiful crown, and, holding it in her hand, cried, “Take this from me, but do rub my husband and his courtiers.”
The poor man who owned the theatre could scarcely refrain from weeping; he was so sorry that he could not help them. Then he immediately spoke to John’s comrade, and promised him all the money he might receive at the next evening’s performance, if he would only rub the ointment on four or five of his dolls. But the fellow-traveller said he did not require anything in return, excepting the sword which the showman wore by his side. As soon as he received the sword he anointed six of the dolls with the ointment, and they were able immediately to dance so gracefully that all the living girls in the room could not help joining in the dance. The coachman danced with the cook, and the waiters with the chambermaids, and all the strangers joined; even the tongs and the fire-shovel made an attempt, but they fell down after the first jump. So after all it was a very merry night. The next morning John and his companion left the inn to continue their journey through the great pine-forests and over the high mountains. They arrived at last at such a great height that towns and villages lay beneath them, and the church steeples looked like little specks between the green trees. They could see for miles round, far away to places they had never visited, and John saw more of the beautiful world than he had ever known before. The sun shone brightly in the blue firmament above, and through the clear mountain air came the sound of the huntsman’s horn, and the soft, sweet notes brought tears into his eyes, and he could not help exclaiming, “How good and loving God is to give us all this beauty and loveliness in the world to make us happy!”
His fellow-traveller stood by with folded hands, gazing on the dark wood and the towns bathed in the warm sunshine. At this moment there sounded over their heads sweet music. They looked up, and discovered a large white swan hovering in the air, and singing as never bird sang before. But the song soon became weaker and weaker, the bird’s head drooped, and he sunk slowly down, and lay dead at their feet.
“It is a beautiful bird,” said the traveller, “and these large white wings are worth a great deal of money. I will take them with me. You see now that a sword will be very useful.”
So he cut off the wings of the dead swan with one blow, and carried them away with him.
They now continued their journey over the mountains for many miles, till they at length reached a large city, containing hundreds of towers, that shone in the sunshine like silver. In the midst of the city stood a splendid marble palace, roofed with pure red gold, in which dwelt the king. John and his companion would not go into the town immediately; so they stopped at an inn outside the town, to change their clothes; for they wished to appear respectable as they walked through the streets. The landlord told them that the king was a very good man, who never injured any one: but as to his daughter, “Heaven defend us!”
She was indeed a wicked princess. She possessed beauty enough—nobody could be more elegant or prettier than she was; but what of that? for she was a wicked witch; and in consequence of her conduct many noble young princes had lost their lives. Any one was at liberty to make her an offer; were he a prince or a beggar, it mattered not to her. She would ask him to guess three things which she had just thought of, and if he succeed, he was to marry her, and be king over all the land when her father died; but if he could not guess these three things, then she ordered him to be hanged or to have his head cut off. The old king, her father, was very much grieved at her conduct, but he could not prevent her from being so wicked, because he once said he would have nothing more to do with her lovers; she might do as she pleased. Each prince who came and tried the three guesses, so that he might marry the princess, had been unable to find them out, and had been hanged or beheaded. They had all been warned in time, and might have left her alone, if they would. The old king became at last so distressed at all these dreadful circumstances, that for a whole day every year he and his soldiers knelt and prayed that the princess might become good; but she continued as wicked as ever. The old women who drank brandy would color it quite black before they drank it, to show how they mourned; and what more could they do?
“What a horrible princess!” said John; “she ought to be well flogged. If I were the old king, I would have her punished in some way.”
Just then they heard the people outside shouting, “Hurrah!” and, looking out, they saw the princess passing by; and she was really so beautiful that everybody forgot her wickedness, and shouted “Hurrah!” Twelve lovely maidens in white silk dresses, holding golden tulips in their hands, rode by her side on coal-black horses. The princess herself had a snow-white steed, decked with diamonds and rubies. Her dress was of cloth of gold, and the whip she held in her hand looked like a sunbeam. The golden crown on her head glittered like the stars of heaven, and her mantle was formed of thousands of butterflies’ wings sewn together. Yet she herself was more beautiful than all.
When John saw her, his face became as red as a drop of blood, and he could scarcely utter a word. The princess looked exactly like the beautiful lady with the golden crown, of whom he had dreamed on the night his father died. She appeared to him so lovely that he could not help loving her.
“It could not be true,” he thought, “that she was really a wicked witch, who ordered people to be hanged or beheaded, if they could not guess her thoughts. Every one has permission to go and ask her hand, even the poorest beggar. I shall pay a visit to the palace,” he said; “I must go, for I cannot help myself.”
Then they all advised him not to attempt it; for he would be sure to share the same fate as the rest. His fellow-traveller also tried to persuade him against it; but John seemed quite sure of success. He brushed his shoes and his coat, washed his face and his hands, combed his soft flaxen hair, and then went out alone into the town, and walked to the palace.
“Come in,” said the king, as John knocked at the door. John opened it, and the old king, in a dressing gown and embroidered slippers, came towards him. He had the crown on his head, carried his sceptre in one hand, and the orb in the other. “Wait a bit,” said he, and he placed the orb under his arm, so that he could offer the other hand to John; but when he found that John was another suitor, he began to weep so violently, that both the sceptre and the orb fell to the floor, and he was obliged to wipe his eyes with his dressing gown. Poor old king! “Let her alone,” he said; “you will fare as badly as all the others. Come, I will show you.” Then he led him out into the princess’s pleasure gardens, and there he saw a frightful sight. On every tree hung three or four king’s sons who had wooed the princess, but had not been able to guess the riddles she gave them. Their skeletons rattled in every breeze, so that the terrified birds never dared to venture into the garden. All the flowers were supported by human bones instead of sticks, and human skulls in the flower-pots grinned horribly. It was really a doleful garden for a princess. “Do you see all this?” said the old king; “your fate will be the same as those who are here, therefore do not attempt it. You really make me very unhappy,—I take these things to heart so very much.”
John kissed the good old king’s hand, and said he was sure it would be all right, for he was quite enchanted with the beautiful princess. Then the princess herself came riding into the palace yard with all her ladies, and he wished her “Good morning.” She looked wonderfully fair and lovely when she offered her hand to John, and he loved her more than ever. How could she be a wicked witch, as all the people asserted? He accompanied her into the hall, and the little pages offered them gingerbread nuts and sweetmeats, but the old king was so unhappy he could eat nothing, and besides, gingerbread nuts were too hard for him. It was decided that John should come to the palace the next day, when the judges and the whole of the counsellors would be present, to try if he could guess the first riddle. If he succeeded, he would have to come a second time; but if not, he would lose his life,—and no one had ever been able to guess even one. However, John was not at all anxious about the result of his trial; on the contrary, he was very merry. He thought only of the beautiful princess, and believed that in some way he should have help, but how he knew not, and did not like to think about it; so he danced along the high-road as he went back to the inn, where he had left his fellow-traveller waiting for him. John could not refrain from telling him how gracious the princess had been, and how beautiful she looked. He longed for the next day so much, that he might go to the palace and try his luck at guessing the riddles. But his comrade shook his head, and looked very mournful. “I do so wish you to do well,” said he; “we might have continued together much longer, and now I am likely to lose you; you poor dear John! I could shed tears, but I will not make you unhappy on the last night we may be together. We will be merry, really merry this evening; to-morrow, after you are gone, shall be able to weep undisturbed.”
It was very quickly known among the inhabitants of the town that another suitor had arrived for the princess, and there was great sorrow in consequence. The theatre remained closed, the women who sold sweetmeats tied crape round the sugar-sticks, and the king and the priests were on their knees in the church. There was a great lamentation, for no one expected John to succeed better than those who had been suitors before.
In the evening John’s comrade prepared a large bowl of punch, and said, “Now let us be merry, and drink to the health of the princess.” But after drinking two glasses, John became so sleepy, that he could not keep his eyes open, and fell fast asleep. Then his fellow-traveller lifted him gently out of his chair, and laid him on the bed; and as soon as it was quite dark, he took the two large wings which he had cut from the dead swan, and tied them firmly to his own shoulders. Then he put into his pocket the largest of the three rods which he had obtained from the old woman who had fallen and broken her leg. After this he opened the window, and flew away over the town, straight towards the palace, and seated himself in a corner, under the window which looked into the bedroom of the princess.
The town was perfectly still when the clocks struck a quarter to twelve. Presently the window opened, and the princess, who had large black wings to her shoulders, and a long white mantle, flew away over the city towards a high mountain. The fellow-traveller, who had made himself invisible, so that she could not possibly see him, flew after her through the air, and whipped the princess with his rod, so that the blood came whenever he struck her. Ah, it was a strange flight through the air! The wind caught her mantle, so that it spread out on all sides, like the large sail of a ship, and the moon shone through it. “How it hails, to be sure!” said the princess, at each blow she received from the rod; and it served her right to be whipped.
At last she reached the side of the mountain, and knocked. The mountain opened with a noise like the roll of thunder, and the princess went in. The traveller followed her; no one could see him, as he had made himself invisible. They went through a long, wide passage. A thousand gleaming spiders ran here and there on the walls, causing them to glitter as if they were illuminated with fire. They next entered a large hall built of silver and gold. Large red and blue flowers shone on the walls, looking like sunflowers in size, but no one could dare to pluck them, for the stems were hideous poisonous snakes, and the flowers were flames of fire, darting out of their jaws. Shining glow-worms covered the ceiling, and sky-blue bats flapped their transparent wings. Altogether the place had a frightful appearance. In the middle of the floor stood a throne supported by four skeleton horses, whose harness had been made by fiery-red spiders. The throne itself was made of milk-white glass, and the cushions were little black mice, each biting the other’s tail. Over it hung a canopy of rose-colored spider’s webs, spotted with the prettiest little green flies, which sparkled like precious stones. On the throne sat an old magician with a crown on his ugly head, and a sceptre in his hand. He kissed the princess on the forehead, seated her by his side on the splendid throne, and then the music commenced. Great black grasshoppers played the mouth organ, and the owl struck herself on the body instead of a drum. It was altogether a ridiculous concert. Little black goblins with false lights in their caps danced about the hall; but no one could see the traveller, and he had placed himself just behind the throne where he could see and hear everything. The courtiers who came in afterwards looked noble and grand; but any one with common sense could see what they really were, only broomsticks, with cabbages for heads. The magician had given them life, and dressed them in embroidered robes. It answered very well, as they were only wanted for show. After there had been a little dancing, the princess told the magician that she had a new suitor, and asked him what she could think of for the suitor to guess when he came to the castle the next morning.
“Listen to what I say,” said the magician, “you must choose something very easy, he is less likely to guess it then. Think of one of your shoes, he will never imagine it is that. Then cut his head off; and mind you do not forget to bring his eyes with you to-morrow night, that I may eat them.”
The princess curtsied low, and said she would not forget the eyes.
The magician then opened the mountain and she flew home again, but the traveller followed and flogged her so much with the rod, that she sighed quite deeply about the heavy hail-storm, and made as much haste as she could to get back to her bedroom through the window. The traveller then returned to the inn where John still slept, took off his wings and laid down on the bed, for he was very tired. Early in the morning John awoke, and when his fellow-traveller got up, he said that he had a very wonderful dream about the princess and her shoe, he therefore advised John to ask her if she had not thought of her shoe. Of course the traveller knew this from what the magician in the mountain had said.
“I may as well say that as anything,” said John. “Perhaps your dream may come true; still I will say farewell, for if I guess wrong I shall never see you again.”
Then they embraced each other, and John went into the town and walked to the palace. The great hall was full of people, and the judges sat in arm-chairs, with eider-down cushions to rest their heads upon, because they had so much to think of. The old king stood near, wiping his eyes with his white pocket-handkerchief. When the princess entered, she looked even more beautiful than she had appeared the day before, and greeted every one present most gracefully; but to John she gave her hand, and said, “Good morning to you.”
Now came the time for John to guess what she was thinking of; and oh, how kindly she looked at him as she spoke. But when he uttered the single word shoe, she turned as pale as a ghost; all her wisdom could not help her, for he had guessed rightly. Oh, how pleased the old king was! It was quite amusing to see how he capered about. All the people clapped their hands, both on his account and John’s, who had guessed rightly the first time. His fellow-traveller was glad also, when he heard how successful John had been. But John folded his hands, and thanked God, who, he felt quite sure, would help him again; and he knew he had to guess twice more. The evening passed pleasantly like the one preceding. While John slept, his companion flew behind the princess to the mountain, and flogged her even harder than before; this time he had taken two rods with him. No one saw him go in with her, and he heard all that was said. The princess this time was to think of a glove, and he told John as if he had again heard it in a dream. The next day, therefore, he was able to guess correctly the second time, and it caused great rejoicing at the palace. The whole court jumped about as they had seen the king do the day before, but the princess lay on the sofa, and would not say a single word. All now depended upon John. If he only guessed rightly the third time, he would marry the princess, and reign over the kingdom after the death of the old king: but if he failed, he would lose his life, and the magician would have his beautiful blue eyes. That evening John said his prayers and went to bed very early, and soon fell asleep calmly. But his companion tied on his wings to his shoulders, took three rods, and, with his sword at his side, flew to the palace. It was a very dark night, and so stormy that the tiles flew from the roofs of the houses, and the trees in the garden upon which the skeletons hung bent themselves like reeds before the wind. The lightning flashed, and the thunder rolled in one long-continued peal all night. The window of the castle opened, and the princess flew out. She was pale as death, but she laughed at the storm as if it were not bad enough. Her white mantle fluttered in the wind like a large sail, and the traveller flogged her with the three rods till the blood trickled down, and at last she could scarcely fly; she contrived, however, to reach the mountain. “What a hail-storm!” she said, as she entered; “I have never been out in such weather as this.”
“Yes, there may be too much of a good thing sometimes,” said the magician.
Then the princess told him that John had guessed rightly the second time, and if he succeeded the next morning, he would win, and she could never come to the mountain again, or practice magic as she had done, and therefore she was quite unhappy. “I will find out something for you to think of which he will never guess, unless he is a greater conjuror than myself. But now let us be merry.”
Then he took the princess by both hands, and they danced with all the little goblins and Jack-o’-lanterns in the room. The red spiders sprang here and there on the walls quite as merrily, and the flowers of fire appeared as if they were throwing out sparks. The owl beat the drum, the crickets whistled and the grasshoppers played the mouth-organ. It was a very ridiculous ball. After they had danced enough, the princess was obliged to go home, for fear she should be missed at the palace. The magician offered to go with her, that they might be company to each other on the way. Then they flew away through the bad weather, and the traveller followed them, and broke his three rods across their shoulders. The magician had never been out in such a hail-storm as this. Just by the palace the magician stopped to wish the princess farewell, and to whisper in her ear, “To-morrow think of my head.”
But the traveller heard it, and just as the princess slipped through the window into her bedroom, and the magician turned round to fly back to the mountain, he seized him by the long black beard, and with his sabre cut off the wicked conjuror’s head just behind the shoulders, so that he could not even see who it was. He threw the body into the sea to the fishes, and after dipping the head into the water, he tied it up in a silk handkerchief, took it with him to the inn, and then went to bed. The next morning he gave John the handkerchief, and told him not to untie it till the princess asked him what she was thinking of. There were so many people in the great hall of the palace that they stood as thick as radishes tied together in a bundle. The council sat in their arm-chairs with the white cushions. The old king wore new robes, and the golden crown and sceptre had been polished up so that he looked quite smart. But the princess was very pale, and wore a black dress as if she were going to a funeral.
“What have I thought of?” asked the princess, of John. He immediately untied the handkerchief, and was himself quite frightened when he saw the head of the ugly magician. Every one shuddered, for it was terrible to look at; but the princess sat like a statue, and could not utter a single word. At length she rose and gave John her hand, for he had guessed rightly.
She looked at no one, but sighed deeply, and said, “You are my master now; this evening our marriage must take place.”
“I am very pleased to hear it,” said the old king. “It is just what I wish.”
Then all the people shouted “Hurrah.” The band played music in the streets, the bells rang, and the cake-women took the black crape off the sugar-sticks. There was universal joy. Three oxen, stuffed with ducks and chickens, were roasted whole in the market-place, where every one might help himself to a slice. The fountains spouted forth the most delicious wine, and whoever bought a penny loaf at the baker’s received six large buns, full of raisins, as a present. In the evening the whole town was illuminated. The soldiers fired off cannons, and the boys let off crackers. There was eating and drinking, dancing and jumping everywhere. In the palace, the high-born gentlemen and beautiful ladies danced with each other, and they could be heard at a great distance singing the following song:—
“Here are maidens, young and fair,
Dancing in the summer air;
Like two spinning-wheels at play,
Pretty maidens dance away-
Dance the spring and summer through
Till the sole falls from your shoe.”
But the princess was still a witch, and she could not love John. His fellow-traveller had thought of that, so he gave John three feathers out of the swan’s wings, and a little bottle with a few drops in it. He told him to place a large bath full of water by the princess’s bed, and put the feathers and the drops into it. Then, at the moment she was about to get into bed, he must give her a little push, so that she might fall into the water, and then dip her three times. This would destroy the power of the magician, and she would love him very much. John did all that his companion told him to do. The princess shrieked aloud when he dipped her under the water the first time, and struggled under his hands in the form of a great black swan with fiery eyes. As she rose the second time from the water, the swan had become white, with a black ring round its neck. John allowed the water to close once more over the bird, and at the same time it changed into a most beautiful princess. She was more lovely even than before, and thanked him, while her eyes sparkled with tears, for having broken the spell of the magician. The next day, the king came with the whole court to offer their congratulations, and stayed till quite late. Last of all came the travelling companion; he had his staff in his hand and his knapsack on his back. John kissed him many times and told him he must not go, he must remain with him, for he was the cause of all his good fortune. But the traveller shook his head, and said gently and kindly, “No: my time is up now; I have only paid my debt to you. Do you remember the dead man whom the bad people wished to throw out of his coffin? You gave all you possessed that he might rest in his grave; I am that man.” As he said this, he vanished.
The wedding festivities lasted a whole month. John and his princess loved each other dearly, and the old king lived to see many a happy day, when he took their little children on his knees and let them play with his sceptre. And John became king over the whole country.
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