THE SEVEN-HEADED SERPENT
Once
upon a time there was a king who determined to take a long voyage. He assembled his fleet and all the seamen,
and set out. They went straight on night
and day, until they came to an island which was covered with large trees, and
under every tree lay a lion. As soon as
the King had landed his men, the lions all rose up together and tried to devour
them. After a long battle they managed
to overcome the wild beasts, but the greater number of the men were
killed. Those who remained alive now
went on through the forest and found on the other side of it a beautiful
garden, in which all the plants of the world flourished together.
There
were also in the garden three springs: the first flowed with silver, the second
with gold, and the third with pearls.
The men unbuckled their knapsacks and filled them with those precious
things. In the middle of the garden they
found a large lake, and when they reached the edge of it the Lake began to
speak, and said to them, 'What men are you, and what brings you here? Are you come to visit our king?' But they were too much frightened to answer.
Then
the Lake said, 'You do well to be afraid, for it is at your peril that you are
come hither. Our king, who has seven
heads, is now asleep, but in a few minutes he will wake up and come to me to
take his bath! Woe to anyone who meets
him in the garden, for it is impossible to escape from him. This is what you must do if you wish to save your
lives. Take off your clothes and spread
them on the path which leads from here to the castle. The King will then glide over something soft,
which he likes very much, and he will be so pleased with that that he will not
devour you. He will give you some
punishment, but then he will let you go.'
The
men did as the Lake advised them, and waited for a time. At noon the earth began to quake, and opened
in many places, and out of the openings appeared lions, tigers, and other wild
beasts, which surrounded the castle, and thousands and thousands of beasts came
out of the castle following their king, the Seven-headed Serpent. The Serpent glided over the clothes which
were spread for him, came to the Lake, and asked it who had strewed those soft
things on the path? The Lake answered
that it had been done by people who had come to do him homage. The King commanded that the men should be
brought before him. They came humbly on
their knees, and in a few words told him their story. Then he spoke to them with a mighty and
terrible voice, and said, 'Because you have dared to come here, I lay upon you
the punishment. Every year you must
bring me from among your people twelve youths and twelve maidens, that I may
devour them. If you do not do this, I
will destroy your whole nation.'
Then
he desired one of his beasts to show the men the way out of the garden, and
dismissed them. They then left the
island and went back to their own country, where they related what had happened
to them. Soon the time came round when
the king of the beasts would expect the youths and maidens to be brought to
him. The King therefore issued a
proclamation inviting twelve youths and twelve maidens to offer themselves up
to save their country; and immediately many young people, far more than enough,
hastened to do so. A new ship was built,
and set with black sails, and in it the youths and maidens who were appointed
for the king of the beasts embarked and set out for his country. When they arrived there they went at once to
the Lake, and this time the lions did not stir, nor did the springs flow, and
neither did the Lake speak. So they
waited then, and it was not long before the earth quaked even more terribly
than the first time. The Seven-headed
Serpent came without his train of beasts, saw his prey waiting for him, and
devoured it at one mouthful. Then the
ship's crew returned home, and the same thing happened yearly until many years
had passed.
Now
the King of this unhappy country was growing old, and so was the Queen, and
they had no children. One day the Queen
was sitting at the window weeping bitterly because she was childless, and knew
that the crown would therefore pass to strangers after the King's death. Suddenly a little old woman appeared before her,
holding an apple in her hand, and said, 'Why do you weep, my Queen, and what
makes you so unhappy?'
'Alas,
good mother,' answered the Queen, 'I am unhappy because I have no children.'
'Is
that what vexes you?' said the old woman.
'Listen to me. I am a nun from
the Spinning Convent, [*1] and my mother when she died left me this apple. Whoever eats this apple shall have a child.'
The
Queen gave money to the old woman, and bought the apple from her. Then she peeled it, ate it, and threw the
rind out of the window, and it so happened that a mare that was running loose
in the court below ate up the rind.
After a time the Queen had a little boy, and the mare also had a male
foal. The boy and the foal grew up
together and loved each other like brothers.
In course of time the King died, and so did the Queen, and their son,
who was now nineteen years old, was left alone.
One day, when he and his horse were talking together, the Horse said to
him, 'Listen to me, for I love you and wish for your good and that of the
country. If you go on every year sending
twelve youths and twelve maidens to the King of the Beasts, your country will
very soon be ruined. Mount upon my back:
I will take you to a woman who can direct you how to kill the Seven-headed
Serpent.'
Then
the youth mounted his horse, who carried him far away to a mountain which was
hollow, for in its side was a great underground cavern. In the cavern sat an old woman spinning. This was the cloister of the nuns, and the
old woman was the Abbess. They all spent
their time in spinning, and that is why the convent has this name. All round the walls of the cavern there were
beds cut out of the solid rock, upon which the nuns slept, and in the middle a
light was burning. It was the duty of
the nuns to watch the light in turns, that it might never go out, and if anyone
of them let it go out the others put her to death.
As
soon as the King's son saw the old Abbess spinning he threw himself at her feet
and entreated her to tell him how he could kill the Seven-headed Serpent.
She
made the youth rise, embraced him, and said, 'Know, my son, that it is I who
sent the nun to your mother and caused you to be born, and with you the horse,
with whose help you will be able to free the world from the monster. I will tell you what you have to do. Load your horse with cotton, and go by a
secret passage which I will show you, which is hidden from the wild beasts, to
the Serpent's palace. You will find the
King asleep upon his bed, which is all hung round with bells, and over his bed
you will see a sword hanging. With this
sword only it is possible to kill the Serpent, because even if its blade breaks
a new one will grow again for every head the monster has. Thus you will be able to cut off all his
seven heads. And this you must also do
in order to deceive the King: you must slip into his bed-chamber very softly,
and stop up all the bells which are round his bed with cotton. Then take down the sword gently, and quickly
give the monster a blow on his tail with it.
This will make him waken up, and if he catches sight of you he will
seize you. But you must quickly cut off
his first head, and then wait till the next one comes up. Then strike it off also, and so go on till
you have cut off all his seven heads.'
The
old Abbess then gave the Prince her blessing, and he set out upon his
enterprise, arrived at the Serpent's castle by following the secret passage
which she had shown him, and by carefully attending to all her directions he
happily succeeded in killing the monster.
As soon as the wild beasts heard of their king's death, they all
hastened to the castle, but the youth had long since mounted his horse and was
already far out of their reach. They
pursued him as fast as they could, but they found it impossible to overtake
him, and he reached home in safety. Thus
he freed his country from this terrible oppression.
Siebenkopfige
Schlange,' from Schmidt's Griechische Mahrchen. Convent Gnothi.
The Yellow Fairy Book, by Andrew Lang,
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