The Hero of Esthonia and Other Studies in the Romantic Literature of That CountryKirby, W. F. (William Forsell)
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The Hero of Esthonia and Other Studies in the Romantic Literature of That Country
Kirby, W. F. (William Forsell)
Estonian literature; Estonian literature -- History and criticism
"There are peas in the bag," said the prince. "My old aunt died
last night, and has left me so
[Pg 157]
much as this, that I may be able to set boiled peas before the
watchers of the dead
[110] as is the custom in this country. I have begged the peas
from my host in the name of God, and was going away with them,
when I struck into a forest path as a short cut, and it has led
me astray, as you see."
"Then I conclude, from what you say, that you are an orphan," observed
the stranger with a grin. "If you will enter my service, I happen just
to be in want of a handy workman for my small household, and I've taken
a fancy to you."
"Why shouldn't I, if we can come to terms?" replied the prince. "I was
born to servitude, and a stranger's bread is always bitter, so that it
matters little to me what master I serve. But what will you promise me
for a year's service?"
"Well," said the stranger, "you shall have fresh food every day, meat
twice a week, and when you work out of doors, butter or herrings as a
treat, a full suit of summer and winter clothing, besides two acres of
land for your own use."
"That will suit me," said the crafty prince. "Let other people
bury my aunt; I'll go with you."
[Pg 158]
The Old Boy seemed well pleased at having made such a good
stroke of business, and spun round on one foot like a teetotum,
hallooing so loud that the wood re-echoed. Then he started off
on the road with his new servant, and enlivened the tedium of
the way by a variety of jokes, without observing that his
companion dropped a pea from his bag at every ten or fifteen
paces. The travellers halted for the night in the forest under
a large fir-tree, and continued their journey next morning. The
sun was already high in the heavens when they reached a large
stone. Here the old man stopped, looked sharply round on all
sides, whistled loudly, and then stamped on the ground three
times with his left foot.
[111] Suddenly a secret door opened under the stone, and
revealed a covered way like the entrance to a cavern. Then the
old man seized the prince's arm, and said roughly, "Follow me!"
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