Then the youth was declared to be free, and the people elected him for
their king; and the stable helper drowned himself from envy, for, after
all, if it had not been for him the young man would have remained poor
all the days of his life.
[From Finnische Mährchen.]
The Strong Prince
Once upon a time there lived a king who was so fond of wine that he
could not go to sleep unless he knew he had a great flaskful tied to
his bed-post. All day long he drank till he was too stupid to attend to
his business, and everything in the kingdom went to rack and ruin. But
one day an accident happened to him, and he was struck on the head by a
falling bough, so that he fell from his horse and lay dead upon the
ground.
His wife and son mourned his loss bitterly, for, in spite of his
faults, he had always been kind to them. So they abandoned the crown
and forsook their country, not knowing or caring where they went.
At length they wandered into a forest, and being very tired, sat down
under a tree to eat some bread that they had brought with them. When
they had finished the queen said: “My son, I am thirsty; fetch me some
water.”
The prince got up at once and went to a brook which he heard gurgling
near at hand. He stooped and filled his hat with the water, which he
brought to his mother; then he turned and followed the stream up to its
source in a rock, where it bubbled out clear and fresh and cold. He
knelt down to take a draught from the deep pool below the rock, when he
saw the reflection of a sword hanging from the branch of a tree over
his head. The young man drew back with a start; but in a moment he
climbed the tree, cutting the rope which held the sword, and carried
the weapon to his mother.
The queen was greatly surprised at the sight of anything so splendid in
such a lonely place, and took it in her hands to examine it closely. It
was of curious workmanship, wrought with gold, and on its handle was
written: “The man who can buckle on this sword will become stronger
than other men.” The queen’s heart swelled with joy as she read these
words, and she bade her son lose no time in testing their truth. So he
fastened it round his waist, and instantly a glow of strength seemed to
run through his veins. He took hold of a thick oak tree and rooted it
up as easily as if it had been a weed.
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