“Better offer her in marriage to the sun,” answered her husband
impatiently. “As far as I know there is nothing greater than he.”
“Well, I WAS thinking of it,” replied the wife, “and as you are of the
same mind, we will pay him a visit to-morrow.”
So the next morning, the two rats, having spent hours in making
themselves smart, set out to see the sun, leading their daughter
between them.
The journey took some time, but at length they came to the golden
palace where the sun lived.
“Noble king,” began the mother, “behold our daughter! She is so
beautiful that she is above everything in the whole world. Naturally,
we wish for a son-in-law who, on his side, is greater than all.
Therefore we have come to you.”
“I feel very much flattered,” replied the sun, who was so busy that he
had not the least wish to marry anybody. “You do me great honour by
your proposal. Only, in one point you are mistaken, and it would be
wrong of me to take advantage of your ignorance. There is something
greater than I am, and that is the cloud. Look!” And as he spoke a
cloud spread itself over the sun’s face, blotting out his rays.
“Oh, well, we will speak to the cloud,” said the mother. And turning to
the cloud she repeated her proposal.
“Indeed I am unworthy of anything so charming,” answered the cloud;
“but you make a mistake again in what you say. There is one thing that
is even more powerful than I, and that is the wind. Ah, here he comes,
you can see for yourself.”
And she DID see, for catching up the cloud as he passed, he threw it on
the other side of the sky. Then, tumbling father, mother and daughter
down to the earth again, he paused for a moment beside them, his foot
on an old wall.
When she had recovered her breath, the mother began her little speech
once more.
“The wall is the proper husband for your daughter,” answered the wind,
whose home consisted of a cave, which he only visited when he was not
rushing about elsewhere; “you can see for yourself that he is greater
than I, for he has power to stop me in my flight.” And the mother, who
did not trouble to conceal her wishes, turned at once to the wall.
Then something happened which was quite unexpected by everyone.
“I won’t marry that ugly old wall, which is as old as my grandfather,”
sobbed the girl, who had not uttered one word all this time. “I would
have married the sun, or the cloud, or the wind, because it was my
duty, although I love the handsome young rat, and him only. But that
horrid old wall—I would sooner die!”
And the wall, rather hurt in his feelings, declared that he had no
claim to be the husband of so beautiful a girl.
“It is quite true,” he said, “that I can stop the wind who can part the
clouds who can cover the sun; but there is someone who can do more than
all these, and that is the rat. It is the rat who passes through me,
and can reduce me to powder, simply with his teeth. If, therefore, you
want a son-in-law who is greater than the whole world, seek him among
the rats.”
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