At eleven o'clock a sudden knock was heard at the door. He dared not
make a sound, for he was firmly resolved to ransom himself, the
ladies, and the enchanted castle; so he kept as still as a mouse.
Again the knocking came, but he made no answer. At the third knock the
door flew open, and in walked a gigantic form all clothed in flames.
The giant placed himself at the bedside and began to ask the man who
he was and why he had come; but the deserter never uttered a word.
Then the giant seized him, threw him upon the floor, and began to
torment him; but no sound passed the sufferer's lips. At the stroke
of twelve the ghost departed, with the words:
"Though you wouldn't tell to-day, you will to-morrow, when we all
three come."
He spoke, the door flew open, closed again, and he was gone. The young
man arose from the floor, lay down upon his bed, and fell sweetly
asleep, without feeling the least harm.
Next morning came the three ladies, all in white up to their knees,
and led him, with sound of music, back to the room where he had been
on the previous day. They placed a chair for him and set a delicious
breakfast before him. When he had plentifully breakfasted he fell
asleep and snored till evening.
When he awoke he asked how late it was. The ladies replied that it was
nine o'clock; and they gave him a good supper and led him again to the
same room to sleep.
At the stroke of eleven some one knocked at the door. He made no
sound, but at the third knock the door flew open and three ghosts
entered. The one who had been there the night before asked him the
same questions as before, but received no better answer. Then one of
them seized him and flung him into one corner, and another into
another, and so they tossed him about until the poor fellow lay
helpless against the wall, all covered with blood.
When the clock struck twelve the spokesman said to him, "Though you
won't answer to-night, you will to-morrow, when we all four come."
With these words they disappeared.
He again lifted himself up, lay down upon his bed, and felt no harm.
In the morning the three ladies came, all in white up to their
girdles, and escorted him, to the sound of music, into the other room,
where, after breakfast, he again fell asleep.
At night they again escorted him to his chamber to sleep. When they
were gone he did not go to bed as usual, but began to consider how he
might avoid the fearful torment in store for him. First he looked out
at a window, but his gaze fell upon a frightful abyss enclosed by
rocky precipices. He went to the second window, but there it was no
better, but seemed to be even more fearful. So nothing was left him
but to heap all the furniture of the room before the door, in hope
thus to escape his tormentors. But he soon gave up this hope, for
about midnight the knocking began. He made no answer, but at the third
knock the door flew open and all the furniture returned to its own
place.
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