SORIA MORIA CASTLE
There was once upon a time a couple of folks who had a son called
Halvor. Ever since he had been a little boy he had been unwilling to do
any work, and had just sat raking about among the ashes. His parents
sent him away to learn several things, but Halvor stayed nowhere, for
when he had been gone two or three days he always ran away from his
master, hurried off home, and sat down in the chimney corner to grub
among the ashes again.
One day, however, a sea captain came and asked Halvor if he hadn’t a
fancy to come with him and go to sea, and behold foreign lands. And
Halvor had a fancy for that, so he was not long in getting ready.
How long they sailed I have no idea, but after a long, long time there
was a terrible storm, and when it was over and all had become calm
again, they knew not where they were, for they had been driven away to
a strange coast of which none of them had any knowledge.
As there was no wind at all they lay there becalmed, and Halvor asked
the skipper to give him leave to go on shore to look about him, for he
would much rather do that than lie there and sleep.
‘Dost thou think that thou art fit to go where people can see thee?’
said the skipper; ‘thou hast no clothes but those rags thou art going
about in!’
Halvor still begged for leave, and at last got it, but he was to come
back at once if the wind began to rise.
So he went on shore, and it was a delightful country; whithersoever he
went there were wide plains with fields and meadows, but as for people,
there were none to be seen. The wind began to rise, but Halvor thought
that he had not seen enough yet, and that he would like to walk about a
little longer, to try if he could not meet somebody. So after a while
he came to a great highway, which was so smooth that an egg might have
been rolled along it without breaking. Halvor followed this, and when
evening drew near he saw a big castle far away in the distance, and
there were lights in it. So as he had now been walking the whole day
and had not brought anything to eat away with him, he was frightfully
hungry. Nevertheless, the nearer he came to the castle the more afraid
he was.
A fire was burning in the castle, and Halvor went into the kitchen,
which was more magnificent than any kitchen he had ever yet beheld.
There were vessels of gold and silver, but not one human being was to
be seen. When Halvor had stood there for some time, and no one had come
out, he went in and opened a door, and inside a Princess was sitting at
her wheel spinning.
‘Nay!’ she cried, ‘can Christian folk dare to come hither? But the best
thing that you can do is to go away again, for if not the Troll will
devour you. A Troll with three heads lives here.’
‘I should have been just as well pleased if he had had four heads more,
for I should have enjoyed seeing the fellow,’ said the youth; ‘and I
won’t go away, for I have done no harm, but you must give me something
to eat, for I am frightfully hungry.’
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