There was once upon a time a fisherman, who lived hard by a palace and
fished for the King’s table. One day he was out fishing, but caught
nothing at all. Let him do what he might with rod and line, there was
never even so much as a sprat on his hook; but when the day was well
nigh over, a head rose up out of the water, and said: ‘If you will give
me what your wife shows you when you go home, you shall catch fish
enough.’
So the man said ‘Yes’ in a moment, and then he caught fish in plenty;
but when he got home at night, and his wife showed him a baby which had
just been born, and fell a-weeping and wailing when he told her of the
promise which he had given, he was very unhappy.
All this was soon told to the King up at the palace, and when he heard
what sorrow the woman was in, and the reason of it, he said that he
himself would take the child and see if he could not save it. The baby
was a boy, and the King took him at once and brought him up as his own
son until the lad grew up. Then one day he begged to have leave to go
out with his father to fish; he had a strong desire to do this, he
said. The King was very unwilling to permit it, but at last the lad got
leave. He stayed with his father, and all went prosperously and well
with them the whole day, until they came back to land in the evening.
Then the lad found that he had lost his pocket-handkerchief, and would
go out in the boat after it; but no sooner had he got into the boat
than it began to move off with him so quickly that the water foamed all
round about, and all that the lad did to keep the boat back with the
oars was done to no purpose, for it went on and on the whole night
through, and at last he came to a white strand that lay far, far away.
There he landed, and when he had walked on for some distance he met an
old man with a long white beard.
‘What is the name of this country?’ said the youth.
‘Whiteland,’ answered the man, and then he begged the youth to tell him
whence he came and what he was going to do, and the youth did so.
‘Well, then,’ said the man, ‘if you walk on farther along the seashore
here, you will come to three princesses who are standing in the earth
so that their heads alone are out of it. Then the first of them will
call you—she is the eldest—and will beg you very prettily to come to
her and help her, and the second will do the same, but you must not go
near either of them. Hurry past, as if you neither saw nor heard them;
but you shall go to the third and do what she bids you; it will bring
you good fortune.’
When the youth came to the first princess, she called to him and begged
him to come to her very prettily, but he walked on as if he did not
even see her, and he passed by the second in the same way, but he went
up to the third.
‘If thou wilt do what I tell thee, thou shalt choose among us three,’
said the Princess.
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