The Two Kings' Children
There was once upon a time a princess who was extremely proud. If a
wooer came she gave him some riddle to guess, and if he could not guess it, he was sent
contemptuously away. She let it be made known also that whosoever solved her riddle should
marry her, let him be who he might. At length, three tailors fell in with each other, the
two eldest of whom thought they had done so many dexterous jobs of work successfully that
they could not fail to succeed in this also, the third was a little, useless harum-scarum,
who did not even know his trade, but thought he must have some luck in this venture, for
where else was it to come from. Then the two others said to him, just stay at home, you
cannot do much with your little understanding. The little tailor, however, did not let
himself be discouraged, and said he had set his mind to work on this for once, and he
would manage well enough, and he went forth as if the whole world were his.
They all three announced themselves to the princess, and said she
was to propound her riddle to them, and that the right persons were now come, who had
understandings so fine that they could be threaded in a needle. Then said the princess,
"I have two kinds of hair on my head, of what color is it." "If that be
all," said the first, "it must be black and white, like the cloth which is
called pepper and salt." The princess said, "Wrongly guessed, let the second
answer." Then said the second, "If it be not black and white, then it is brown
and red, like my father's sunday coat." "Wrongly guessed," said the
princess, "let the third give the answer for I see very well he knows it for
certain." Then the little tailor stepped boldly forth and said, "The princess
has a silver and a golden hair on her head, and those are the two different colors."
When the princess heard that, she turned pale and nearly fell down
with terror, for the little tailor had guessed her riddle, and she had firmly believed
that no man on earth could discover it. When her courage returned she said, "You have
not won me yet by that. There is still something else that you must do. Below, in the
stable is a bear with which you shall pass the night, and when I get up in the morning if
you are still alive, you shall marry me." She expected, however, she would thus get
rid of the tailor, for the bear had never yet left anyone alive who had fallen into his
clutches. The little tailor did not let himself be frightened away, but was quite
delighted, and said, "Boldly ventured is half won."
So when the evening came, our little tailor was taken down to the
bear. The bear was about to set on the little fellow at once, and give him a hearty
welcome with his paws. "Softly, softly," said the little tailor, "I will
soon make you quiet." Then quite composedly, and as if he had no anxiety in the
world, he took some nuts out of his pocket, cracked them, and ate the kernels. When the
bear saw that, he was seized with a desire to have some nuts too. The tailor felt in his
pockets, and reached him a handful, they were, however, not nuts, but pebbles. The bear
put them in his mouth, but could get nothing out of them, let him bite as he would.
"Eh," thought he, "what a stupid blockhead am I, I cannot even crack a
nut." And then he said to the tailor, "Here, crack me the nuts."
"There, see what a stupid fellow you are," said the little tailor, "to have
such a great mouth, and not be able to crack a small nut." Then he took the pebble
and nimbly put a nut in his mouth in the place of it, and crack, it was in two. "I
must try the thing again," said the bear, "when I watch you, I then think I
ought to be able to do it too." So the tailor once more gave him a pebble, and the
bear tried and tried to bite into it with all the strength of his body. But even you do
not believe that he managed it.
When that was over, the tailor took out a violin from beneath his
coat, and played something to himself. When the bear heard the music, he could not help
beginning to dance, and when he had danced a while, the thing pleased him so well that he
said to the little tailor, "Listen, is it difficult to fiddle?" "Easy
enough for a child. Look, with the left hand I lay my fingers on it, and with the right I
stroke it with the bow, and then it goes merrily, hop sa sa vivallalera."
"So," said the bear, "fiddling is a thing I should like to learn too, that
I might dance whenever I felt like it. What do you think of that? Will you give me
lessons?" "With all my heart," said the tailor, "if you have a talent
for it. But just let me see your claws, they are terribly long, I must cut your nails a
little." Then a vise was brought, and the bear put his claws in it, and the little
tailor screwed it tight, and said, "Now wait until I come with the scissors."
And he let the bear growl as he liked, and lay down in the corner on a bundle of straw,
and fell asleep.
When the princess heard the bear growling so fiercely during the
night, she believed nothing else but that he was growling for joy, and had made an end of
the tailor. In the morning she arose careless and happy, but when she peeped into the
stable, the tailor stood gaily before her, and was as healthy as a fish in water. Now she
could not say another word against the wedding because she had given a promise before
everyone, and the king ordered a carriage to be brought in which she was to drive to
church with the tailor, and there she was to be married.
When they had climbed into the carriage, the two other tailors, who
had false hearts and envied him his good fortune, went into the stable and unscrewed the
bear again. The bear in great fury ran after the carriage. The princess heard snorting and
growling. She was terrified, and she cried, "Ah, the bear is behind us and wants to
get you." The tailor was quick and stood on his head, stuck his legs out of the
window, and cried, "Do you see the vise? If you do not be off you shall be put into
it again." When the bear saw that, he turned round and ran away. The tailor drove
quietly to church, and the princess was married to him at once, and he lived with her as
happy as a woodlark. Whosoever does not believe this, must pay a taler.