That night, when the king sat at dinner, Paperarello came in, and
laying down the ear, and the nose, and the finger on the table, turned
and said to the nobles and courtiers who were waiting on the king: “I
am the invincible knight, who rode three times to your help, and I also
am a king’s son, and no goose-boy as you all think.” And he went away
and washed himself, and dressed himself in fine clothes and entered the
hall again, looking so handsome that the proud princess fell in love
with him on the spot. But Paperarello took no notice of her, and said
to the king: “It was kind of you to offer me your daughter in marriage,
and for that I thank you; but I have a wife at home whom I love better,
and it is to her that I am going. But as a token of farewell, I wish
that your ear, and nose, and finger may be restored to their proper
places.” So saying, he bade them all goodbye, and went back to his home
and his fairy bride, with whom he lived happily till the end of his
life.
[From Sicilianisohen Mährchen.]
The Gifts Of The Magician
Once upon a time there was an old man who lived in a little hut in the
middle of a forest. His wife was dead, and he had only one son, whom he
loved dearly. Near their hut was a group of birch trees, in which some
black-game had made their nests, and the youth had often begged his
father’s permission to shoot the birds, but the old man always strictly
forbade him to do anything of the kind.
One day, however, when the father had gone to a little distance to
collect some sticks for the fire, the boy fetched his bow, and shot at
a bird that was just flying towards its nest. But he had not taken
proper aim, and the bird was only wounded, and fluttered along the
ground. The boy ran to catch it, but though he ran very fast, and the
bird seemed to flutter along very slowly, he never could quite come up
with it; it was always just a little in advance. But so absorbed was he
in the chase that he did not notice for some time that he was now deep
in the forest, in a place where he had never been before. Then he felt
it would be foolish to go any further, and he turned to find his way
home.
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