At length, one day, he happened to pass the nest of a huge griffin, who
had left her young ones all alone. Just as Paul came along a cloud
containing fire instead of rain burst overhead, and all the little
griffins would certainly have been killed had not Paul spread his cloak
over the nest and saved them. When their father returned the young ones
told him what Paul had done, and he lost no time in flying after Paul,
and asking how he could reward him for his goodness.
“By carrying me up to the earth,” answered Paul; and the griffin
agreed, but first went to get some food to eat on the way, as it was a
long journey.
“Now get on my back,” he said to Paul, “and when I turn my head to the
right, cut a slice off the bullock that hangs on that side, and put it
in my mouth, and when I turn my head to the left, draw a cupful of wine
from the cask that hangs on that side, and pour it down my throat.”
For three days and three nights Paul and the griffin flew upwards, and
on the fourth morning it touched the ground just outside the city where
Paul’s friends had gone to live. Then Paul thanked him and bade him
farewell, and he returned home again.
At first Paul was too tired to do anything but sleep, but as soon as he
was rested he started off in search of the three faithless ones, who
almost died from fright at the sight of him, for they had thought he
would never come back to reproach them for their wickedness.
“You know what to expect,” Paul said to them quietly. “You shall never
see me again. Off with you!” He next took the three apples out of his
pocket and placed them all in the prettiest places he could find; after
which he tapped them with his golden rod, and they became castles
again. He gave two of the castles to the eldest sisters, and kept the
other for himself and the youngest, whom he married, and there they are
living still.
[From Ungarische Mährchen.]
How The Wicked Tanuki Was Punished
The hunters had hunted the wood for so many years that no wild animal
was any more to be found in it. You might walk from one end to the
other without ever seeing a hare, or a deer, or a boar, or hearing the
cooing of the doves in their nest. If they were not dead, they had
flown elsewhere. Only three creatures remained alive, and they had
hidden themselves in the thickest part of the forest, high up the
mountain. These were a grey-furred, long-tailed tanuki, his wife the
fox, who was one of his own family, and their little son.
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