The Grey Fairy Book. Various
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by now since he reached home again. I went on and visited every castle, and looked in every house. But there were no signs of her; and so I gave it up.’
And they answered him: ‘We told you before that it was no good. An ogre or an ogress must have snapped her up, and how can you expect to find her?’
‘I loved her too much to be still,’ he said.
But his friends did not understand, and soon they spoke to him again about it.
‘We will seek for a wife for you. There are plenty of girls prettier than Dschemila.’
‘I dare say; but I don’t want them.’
‘But what will you do with all the cushions and carpets, and beautiful things you bought for your house?’
‘They can stay in the chests.’
‘But the moths will eat them! For a few weeks, it is of no consequence, but after a year or two they will be quite useless.’
‘And if they have to lie there ten years I will have Dschemila, and her only, for my wife. For a month, or even two months, I will rest here quietly. Then I will go and seek her afresh.’
‘Oh, you are quite mad! Is she the only maiden in the world? There are plenty of others better worth having than she is.’
‘If there are I have not seen them! And why do you make all this fuss? Every man knows his own business best.
‘Why, it is you who are making all the fuss yourself.’
But Dschemil turned and went into the house, for he did not want to quarrel.
Three months later a Jew, who was travelling across the desert, came to the castle, and laid himself down under the wall to rest.
In the evening the ogre saw him there and said to him, ‘Jew, what are you doing here? Have you anything to sell?’
‘I have only some clothes,’ answered the Jew, who was in mortal terror of the ogre.
‘Oh, don’t be afraid of me,’ said the ogre, laughing. ‘I shall not eat you. Indeed, I mean to go a bit of the way with you myself.’
‘I am ready, gracious sir,’ replied the Jew, rising to his feet.
‘Well, go straight on till you reach a town, and in that town you will find a maiden called Dschemila and a young man called Dschemil. Take this mirror and this comb with you, and say to Dschemila, “Your father, the ogre, greets you, and begs you to look at your face in this mirror, and it will appear as it was before, and to comb your hair with this comb, and it will be as formerly.” If you do not carry out my orders, I will eat you the next time we meet.’
‘Oh, I will obey you punctually,’ cried the Jew.
After thirty days the Jew entered the gate of the town, and sat down in the first street he came to, hungry, thirsty, and very tired.
Quite by chance, Dschemil happened to pass by, and seeing a man sitting there, full in the glare of the sun, he stopped, and said, ‘Get up at once, Jew; you will have a sunstroke if you sit in such a place.’
‘Ah, good sir,’ replied the Jew, ‘for a whole month I have been travelling, and I am too tired to move.’
‘Which way did you come?’ asked Dschemil.
‘From out there,’ answered the Jew pointing behind him.
‘And you have been travelling for a month, you say? Well, did you see anything remarkable?’
‘Yes, good sir; I saw a castle, and lay down to rest under its shadow. And an ogre woke me, and told me to come to this town, where I should find a young man called Dschemil, and a girl called Dschemila.’
‘My name is Dschemil. What does the ogre want with me?’
‘He gave me some presents for Dschemila. How can I see her?’
‘Come with me, and you shall give them into her own hands.’
So the two went together to the house of Dschemil’s uncle, and Dschemil led the Jew into his aunt’s room.
‘Aunt!’ he cried, ‘this Jew who is with me has come from the ogre, and has brought with him, as presents, a mirror and a comb which the ogre has sent her.’
‘But it may be only some wicked trick on the part of the ogre,’ said she.
‘Oh, I don’t think so,’ answered the young man, ‘give her the things.’
Then the maiden was called, and she came out of her hiding place, and went up to the Jew, saying, ‘Where have you come from, Jew?’
‘From your father the ogre.’
‘And what errand did he send you on?’
‘He told me I was to give you this mirror and this comb, and to say “Look in this mirror, and comb your hair with this comb, and both will become as they were formerly.” ’
And Dschemila took the mirror and looked into it, and combed her hair with the comb, and she had no longer an ass’s head, but the face of a beautiful maiden.
Great was the joy of both mother and cousin at this wonderful sight, and the news that Dschemila had returned soon spread, and the neighbours came flocking in with greetings.
‘When did you come back?’
‘My cousin brought me.’
‘Why, he told us he could not find you!’
‘Oh, I did that on purpose,’ answered Dschemil. ‘I did not want everyone to know.’
Then he turned to his father and his mother, his brothers and his sisters-in-law, and said, ‘We must set to work at once, for the wedding will be to-day.’
A beautiful litter was prepared to carry the bride to her new home, but she shrank back, saying, ‘I am afraid, lest the ogre should carry me off again.’
‘How can the ogre get at you when we are all here?’ they said. ‘There are two thousand of us all told, and every man has his sword.’
‘He will manage it somehow,’ answered Dschemila, ‘he is a powerful king!’
‘She is right,’ said an old man. ‘Take away the litter, and let her go on foot if she is afraid.’
‘But it is absurd!’ exclaimed the rest; ‘how can the ogre get hold of her?’
‘I will not go,’ said Dschemila again. ‘You do not know that monster; I do.’
And while they were disputing the bridegroom arrived.
‘Let her alone. She shall stay in her father’s house. After all, I can live here, and the wedding feast shall be made ready.’
And so they were married at last, and died without having had a single quarrel.
[Marehen und Gedichte aus der Stadt Tripolis,]
Janni and the Draken
Once there was a man who shunned the world, and lived in the wilderness. He owned nothing but a flock of sheep, whose milk and wool he sold, and so procured himself bread to eat; he also carried wooden spoons, and sold them. He had a wife and one little girl, and after a long time his wife had another child. The evening it was born the man went to the nearest village to fetch a nurse, and on the way he met a monk who begged him for a night’s lodging. This the man willingly granted, and took him home with him. There being no one far nor near to baptize the child, the man asked the monk to do him this service,