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
Presently they reached the top of a hill, and the prince could
see the homestead of his new master at some distance, but there
were so many buildings that it looked more like a village or an
outlying suburb than the residence of a single owner. At length
they arrived, and found an empty dog-kennel at the gate. "Creep
in there," said the master, "and lie quiet till I have spoken
to my grandmother about you. She is very self-willed, like most
old people, and can't bear a stranger in the house." The prince
crept trembling into the dog-kennel, and began to repent
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the rashness that had brought him into such a scrape.
After a time the host came back, called the prince from his
hiding-place, and said with a wry face, "Take good note of the
arrangements of our household, and take care not to go against them, or
you might fare very badly.
"Keep your eyes and ears both open,
But your mouth fast closed for ever,
And obey without a question:
Think whatever it may please you;
Never speak without permission."
When the prince crossed the threshold, his eyes fell upon a
young girl of great beauty, with brown eyes and curly hair. He
thought to himself, "If the old man has many such daughters as
this, I should be glad to become his son-in-law. The maiden is
just to my taste." The fair maiden laid the table without
saying a word, set the food upon it, and then modestly took her
place by the hearth, as if she had not observed the stranger.
She took out needles and worsted, and began to knit a stocking.
The master sat down alone at the table, and did not ask either
the man or maid to join him, nor was
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anything to be seen of the old grandmother. The Old Boy's
appetite was immeasurable, and in a very short time he had
made a clean sweep of everything on the table, though it would
have been plenty for at least a dozen people. When at last he
allowed his jaws to rest, he said to the maiden, "Scrape out
what is left at the bottom of the pot and kettle, and content
yourselves with the fragments, but throw the bones to the
dog."
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