THE TINDER-BOX
A
soldier came marching along the high road--left, right! A left, right! He had his knapsack on his back and a sword
by his side, for he had been to the wars and was now returning home.
An
old Witch met him on the road. She was
very ugly to look at: her under-lip hung down to her breast.
'Good
evening, Soldier!' she said. 'What a
fine sword and knapsack you have! You
are something like a soldier! You ought
to have as much money as you would like to carry!'
'Thank
you, old Witch,' said the Soldier.
'Do
you see that great tree there?' said the Witch, pointing to a tree beside
them. 'It is hollow within. You must climb up to the top, and then you
will see a hole through which you can let yourself down into the tree. I will tie a rope round your waist, so that I
may be able to pull you up again when you call.'
'What
shall I do down there?' asked the Soldier.
'Get
money!' answered the Witch.
'Listen! When you reach the
bottom of the tree you will find yourself in a large hall; it is light there,
for there are more than three hundred lamps burning. Then you will see three doors, which you can
open--the keys are in the locks. If you
go into the first room, you will see a great chest in the middle of the floor
with a dog sitting upon it; he has eyes as large as saucers, but you needn't
trouble about him. I will give you my
blue-check apron, which you must spread out on the floor, and then go back
quickly and fetch the dog and set him upon it; open the chest and take as much
money as you like. It is copper there. If you would rather have silver, you must go
into the next room, where there is a dog with eyes as large as
mill-wheels. But don't take any notice
of him; just set him upon my apron, and help yourself to the money. If you prefer gold, you can get that too, if
you go into the third room, and as much as you like to carry. But the dog that guards the chest there has
eyes as large as the Round Tower at Copenhagen!
He is a savage dog, I can tell you; but you needn't be afraid of him
either. Only, put him on my apron and he
won't touch you, and you can take out of the chest as much gold as you like!'
'Come,
this is not bad!' said the Soldier. 'But
what am I to give you, old Witch; for surely you are not going to do this for
nothing?'
'Yes,
I am!' replied the Witch. 'Not a single
farthing will I take! For me you shall
bring nothing but an old tinder-box which my grandmother forgot last time she
was down there.'
'Well,
tie the rope round my waist! 'said the
Soldier.
'Here
it is,' said the Witch, 'and here is my blue-check apron.'
Then
the Soldier climbed up the tree, let himself down through the hole, and found
himself standing, as the Witch had said, underground in the large hall, where
the three hundred lamps were burning.
Well,
he opened the first door. Ugh! there sat the dog with eyes as big as saucers
glaring at him.
'You
are a fine fellow!' said the Soldier, and put him on the Witch's apron, took as
much copper as his pockets could hold; then he shut the chest, put the dog on
it again, and went into the second room.
Sure enough there sat the dog with eyes as large as mill-wheels.
'You
had better not look at me so hard!' said the Soldier. 'Your eyes will come out of their sockets!'
And
then he set the dog on the apron. When
he saw all the silver in the chest, he threw away the copper he had taken, and
filled his pockets and knapsack with nothing but silver.
Then
he went into the third room.
Horrors! the dog there had two
eyes, each as large as the Round Tower at Copenhagen, spinning round in his
head like wheels.
'Good
evening!' said the Soldier and saluted, for he had never seen a dog like this
before. But when he had examined him
more closely, he thought to himself: 'Now then, I've had enough of this!' and
put him down on the floor, and opened the chest. Heavens!
what a heap of gold there was!
With all that he could buy up the whole town, and all the sugar pigs,
all the tin soldiers, whips and rocking-horses in the whole world. Now he threw away all the silver with which
he had filled his pockets and knapsack, and filled them with gold instead--yes,
all his pockets, his knapsack, cap and boots even, so that he could hardly
walk. Now he was rich indeed. He put the dog back upon the chest, shut the
door, and then called up through the tree:
'Now
pull me up again, old Witch!'
'Have
you got the tinder-box also?' asked the Witch.
'Botheration!'
said the Soldier, 'I had clean forgotten it!' And then he went back and fetched
it.
The
Witch pulled him up, and there he stood again on the high road, with pockets,
knapsack, cap and boots filled with gold.
'What
do you want to do with the tinder-box?' asked the Soldier.
'That
doesn't matter to you,' replied the Witch.
'You have got your money, give me my tinder-box.'
'We'll
see!' said the Soldier. 'Tell me at once
what you want to do with it, or I will draw my sword, and cut off your head!'
'No!'
screamed the Witch.
The
Soldier immediately cut off her head.
That was the end of her! But he
tied up all his gold in her apron, slung it like a bundle over his shoulder,
put the tinder-box in his pocket, and set out towards the town.
It
was a splendid town! He turned into the
finest inn, ordered the best chamber and his favourite dinner; for now that he had
so much money he was really rich.
It
certainly occurred to the servant who had to clean his boots that they were
astonishingly old boots for such a rich lord.
But that was because he had not yet bought new ones; next day he
appeared in respectable boots and fine clothes.
Now, instead of a common soldier he had become a noble lord, and the
people told him about all the grand doings of the town and the King, and what a
beautiful Princess his daughter was.
'How
can one get to see her?' asked the Soldier.
'She
is never to be seen at all!' they told him; 'she lives in a great copper
castle, surrounded by many walls and towers!
No one except the King may go in or out, for it is prophesied that she
will marry a common soldier, and the King cannot submit to that.'
'I
should very much like to see her,' thought the Soldier; but he could not get
permission.
Now
he lived very gaily, went to the theatre, drove in the King's garden, and gave
the poor a great deal of money, which was very nice of him; he had experienced
in former times how hard it is not to have a farthing in the world. Now he was rich, wore fine clothes, and made
many friends, who all said that he was an excellent man, a real nobleman. And the Soldier liked that. But as he was always spending money, and
never made any more, at last the day came when he had nothing left but two
shillings, and he had to leave the beautiful rooms in which he had been living,
and go into a little attic under the roof, and clean his own boots, and mend them
with a darning-needle. None of his
friends came to visit him there, for there were too many stairs to climb.
It
was a dark evening, and he could not even buy a light. But all at once it flashed across him that
there was a little end of tinder in the tinder-box, which he had taken from the
hollow tree into which the Witch had helped him down. He found the box with the tinder in it; but
just as he was kindling a light, and had struck a spark out of the tinder-box,
the door burst open, and the dog with eyes as large as saucers, which he had
seen down in the tree, stood before him and said:
'What
does my lord command?'
'What's
the meaning of this?' exclaimed the Soldier.
'This is a pretty kind of tinder-box, if I can get whatever I want like
this. Get me money!' he cried to the
dog, and hey, presto! he was off and
back again, holding a great purse full of money in his mouth.
Now
the Soldier knew what a capital tinder-box this was. If he rubbed once, the dog that sat on the
chest of copper appeared; if he rubbed twice, there came the dog that watched
over the silver chest; and if he rubbed three times, the one that guarded the
gold appeared. Now, the Soldier went
down again to his beautiful rooms, and appeared once more in splendid
clothes. All his friends immediately
recognised him again, and paid him great court.
One
day he thought to himself: 'It is very strange that no one can get to see the
Princess. They all say she is very
pretty, but what's the use of that if she has to sit for ever in the great
copper castle with all the towers? Can I
not manage to see her somehow? Where is
my tinder-box?' and so he struck a spark, and, presto! there came the dog with eyes as large as
saucers.
'It
is the middle of the night, I know,' said the Soldier; 'but I should very much
like to see the Princess for a moment.'
The
dog was already outside the door, and before the Soldier could look round, in
he came with the Princess. She was lying
asleep on the dog's back, and was so beautiful that anyone could see she was a
real Princess. The Soldier really could
not refrain from kissing her--he was such a thorough Soldier. Then the dog ran back with the Princess. But when it was morning, and the King and
Queen were drinking tea, the Princess said that the night before she had had
such a strange dream about a dog and a Soldier: she had ridden on the dog's
back, and the Soldier had kissed her.
'That
is certainly a fine story,' said the Queen.
But the next night one of the ladies-in-waiting was to watch at the
Princess's bed, to see if it was only a dream, or if it had actually happened.
The
Soldier had an overpowering longing to see the Princess again, and so the dog
came in the middle of the night and fetched her, running as fast as he
could. But the lady-in-waiting slipped
on indiarubber shoes and followed them.
When she saw them disappear into a large house, she thought to herself:
'Now I know where it is; 'and made a great cross on the door with a piece of
chalk. Then she went home and lay down,
and the dog came back also, with the Princess.
But when he saw that a cross had been made on the door of the house
where the Soldier lived, he took a piece of chalk also, and made crosses on all
the doors in the town; and that was very clever, for now the lady-in-waiting
could not find the right house, as there were crosses on all the doors.
Early
next morning the King, Queen, ladies-in-waiting, and officers came out to see
where the Princess had been.
'There
it is!' said the King, when he saw the first door with a cross on it.
'No,
there it is, my dear!' said the Queen, when she likewise saw a door with a
cross.
'But
here is one, and there is another!' they all exclaimed; wherever they looked
there was a cross on the door. Then they
realised that the sign would not help them at all.
But
the Queen was an extremely clever woman, who could do a great deal more than
just drive in a coach. She took her
great golden scissors, cut up a piece of silk, and made a pretty little bag of
it. This she filled with the finest
buckwheat grains, and tied it round the Princess' neck; this done, she cut a
little hole in the bag, so that the grains would strew the whole road wherever the
Princess went.
In
the night the dog came again, took the Princess on his back and ran away with
her to the Soldier, who was very much in love with her, and would have liked to
have been a Prince, so that he might have had her for his wife.
The
dog did not notice how the grains were strewn right from the castle to the
Soldier's window, where he ran up the wall with the Princess.
In
the morning the King and the Queen saw plainly where their daughter had been,
and they took the Soldier and put him into prison.
There
he sat. Oh, how dark and dull it was
there! And they told him: 'To-morrow you
are to be hanged.' Hearing that did not
exactly cheer him, and he had left his tinder-box in the inn.
Next
morning he could see through the iron grating in front of his little window how
the people were hurrying out of the town to see him hanged. He heard the drums and saw the soldiers
marching; all the people were running to and fro. Just below his window was a shoemaker's
apprentice, with leather apron and shoes; he was skipping along so merrily that
one of his shoes flew off and fell against the wall, just where the Soldier was
sitting peeping through the iron grating.
'Oh,
shoemaker's boy, you needn't be in such a hurry!' said the Soldier to him. 'There's nothing going on till I arrive. But if you will run back to the house where I
lived, and fetch me my tinder-box, I will give you four shillings. But you must put your best foot foremost.'
The
shoemaker's boy was very willing to earn four shillings, and fetched the
tinder-box, gave it to the Soldier, and--yes--now you shall hear.
Outside
the town a great scaffold had been erected, and all round were standing the
soldiers, and hundreds of thousands of people.
The King and Queen were sitting on a magnificent throne opposite the
judges and the whole council.
The
Soldier was already standing on the top of the ladder; but when they wanted to
put the rope round his neck, he said that the fulfilment of one innocent
request was always granted to a poor criminal before he underwent his
punishment. He would so much like to
smoke a small pipe of tobacco; it would be his last pipe in this world.
The
King could not refuse him this, and so he took out his tinder-box, and rubbed
it once, twice, three times. And lo, and
behold I there stood all three dogs--the one with eyes as large as saucers, the
second with eyes as large as mill-wheels, and the third with eyes each as large
as the Round Tower of Copenhagen.
'Help
me now, so that I may not be hanged!' cried the Soldier. And thereupon the dogs fell upon the judges
and the whole council, seized some by the legs, others by the nose, and threw
them so high into the air that they fell and were smashed into pieces.
'I
won't stand this!' said the King; but the largest dog seized him too, and the
Queen as well, and threw them up after the others. This frightened the soldiers, and all the
people cried: 'Good Soldier, you shall be our King, and marry the beautiful
Princess!'
Then
they put the Soldier into the King's coach, and the three dogs danced in front,
crying 'Hurrah!' And the boys whistled and the soldiers presented arms.
The
Princess came out of the copper castle, and became Queen; and that pleased her
very much.
The
wedding festivities lasted for eight days, and the dogs sat at table and made
eyes at everyone.
The Yellow Fairy Book, by Andrew Lang
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