In spite of what the soldiers had said, the boy knew no more magic than
the king did, and his task seemed more hopeless than before. He lay
weeping in the chamber which he was forbidden to leave, when suddenly
he heard a sharp tapping at the window, and, looking up, he beheld a
stork.
“What makes you so sad, prince?” asked he.
“Someone has told the king that I have prophesied that a child shall be
born this night in the palace, who can speak all the languages in the
world and play every musical instrument. I am no magician to bring
these things to pass, but he says that if it does not happen he will
have me dragged through the city at a horse’s tail till I die.”
“Do not trouble yourself,” answered the stork. “I will manage to find
such a child, for I am the king of the storks whose life you spared,
and now I can repay you for it.”
The stork flew away and soon returned carrying in his beak a baby
wrapped in swaddling clothes, and laid it down near a lute. In an
instant the baby stretched out its little hands and began to play a
tune so beautiful that even the prince forgot his sorrows as he
listened. Then he was given a flute and a zither, but he was just as
well able to draw music from them; and the prince, whose courage was
gradually rising, spoke to him in all the languages he knew. The baby
answered him in all, and no one could have told which was his native
tongue!
The next morning the king went straight to the prince’s room, and saw
with his own eyes the wonders that baby could do. “If your magic can
produce such a baby,” he said, “you must be greater than any wizard
that ever lived, and shall have my daughter in marriage.” And, being a
king, and therefore accustomed to have everything the moment he wanted
it, he commanded the ceremony to be performed without delay, and a
splendid feast to be made for the bride and bridegroom. When it was
over, he said to the prince:
“Now that you are really my son, tell me by what arts you were able to
fulfil the tasks I set you?”
“My noble father-in-law,” answered the prince, “I am ignorant of all
spells and arts. But somehow I have always managed to escape the death
which has threatened me.” And he told the king how he had been forced
to run away from his stepfather, and how he had spared the three birds,
and had joined the two soldiers, who had from envy done their utmost to
ruin him.
The king was rejoiced in his heart that his daughter had married a
prince, and not a common man, and he chased the two soldiers away with
whips, and told them that if they ever dared to show their faces across
the borders of his kingdom, they should die the same death he had
prepared for the prince.
[From Ungarische Mährchen]
Tritill, Litill, And The Birds
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