The cat made herself merry with the mice in the royal palace, and
killed so many that they could not be counted. At last she grew warm
with the work and thirsty, so she stood still, lifted up her head and
cried, “Mew. Mew!” When they heard this strange cry, the King and all
his people were frightened, and in their terror ran all at once out of
the palace. Then the King took counsel what was best to be done; at
last it was determined to send a herald to the cat, and demand that she
should leave the palace, or if not, she was to expect that force would
be used against her. The councillors said, “Rather will we let
ourselves be plagued with the mice, for to that misfortune we are
accustomed, than give up our lives to such a monster as this.” A noble
youth, therefore, was sent to ask the cat “whether she would peaceably
quit the castle?” But the cat, whose thirst had become still greater,
merely answered, “Mew! Mew!” The youth understood her to say, “Most
certainly not! most certainly not!” and took this answer to the King.
“Then,” said the councillors, “she shall yield to force.” Cannon were
brought out, and the palace was soon in flames. When the fire reached
the room where the cat was sitting, she sprang safely out of the
window; but the besiegers did not leave off until the whole palace was
shot down to the ground.
71 How Six Men Got on in the World
There was once a man who understood all kinds of arts; he served in
war, and behaved well and bravely, but when the war was over he
received his dismissal, and three farthings for his expenses on the
way. “Stop,” said he, “I shall not be content with this. If I can only
meet with the right people, the King will yet have to give me all the
treasure of the country.” Then full of anger he went into the forest,
and saw a man standing therein who had plucked up six trees as if they
were blades of corn. He said to him, “Wilt thou be my servant and go
with me?” “Yes,” he answered, “but, first, I will take this little
bundle of sticks home to my mother,” and he took one of the trees, and
wrapped it round the five others, lifted the bundle on his back, and
carried it away. Then he returned and went with his master, who said,
“We two ought to be able to get through the world very well,” and when
they had walked on for a short while they found a huntsman who was
kneeling, had shouldered his gun, and was about to fire. The master
said to him, “Huntsman, what art thou going to shoot?” He answered,
“Two miles from here a fly is sitting on the branch of an oak-tree, and
I want to shoot its left eye out.” “Oh, come with me,” said the man,
“if we three are together, we certainly ought to be able to get on in
the world!” The huntsman was ready, and went with him, and they came to
seven windmills whose sails were turning round with great speed, and
yet no wind was blowing either on the right or the left, and no leaf
was stirring. Then said the man, “I know not what is driving the
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