‘No, indeed you can’t!’ said his father. ‘How could I possibly be able
to lodge such a great gentleman as you? It is all that I can do to find
clothes and bedding for myself, and wretched they are.’
‘You were always a hard man,’ said the youth, ‘and hard you are still
if you refuse to let your own son come into your house.’
‘Are you my son?’ said the man.
‘Do you not know me again then?’ said the youth.
Then he recognised him and said, ‘But what trade have you taken to that
has made you such a great man in so short a time?’
‘Oh, that I will tell you,’ answered the youth. ‘You said that I might
take to anything I liked, so I apprenticed myself to some thieves and
robbers, and now I have served my time and have become Master Thief.’
Now the Governor of the province lived by his father’s cottage, and
this Governor had such a large house and so much money that he did not
even know how much it was, and he had a daughter too who was both
pretty and dainty, and good and wise. So the Master Thief was
determined to have her to wife, and told his father that he was to go
to the Governor, and ask for his daughter for him. ‘If he asks what
trade I follow, you may say that I am a Master Thief,’ said he.
‘I think you must be crazy,’ said the man, ‘for you can’t be in your
senses if you think of anything so foolish.’
‘You must go to the Governor and beg for his daughter—there is no
help,’ said the youth.
‘But I dare not go to the Governor and say this. He is so rich and has
so much wealth of all kinds,’ said the man.
‘There is no help for it,’ said the Master Thief; ‘go you must, whether
you like it or not. If I can’t get you to go by using good words, I
will soon make you go with bad ones.’
But the man was still unwilling, so the Master Thief followed him,
threatening him with a great birch stick, till he went weeping and
wailing through the door to the Governor of the province.
‘Now, my man, and what’s amiss with you?’ said the Governor.
So he told him that he had three sons who had gone away one day, and
how he had given them permission to go where they chose, and take to
whatsoever work they fancied. ‘Now,’ he said, ‘the youngest of them has
come home, and has threatened me till I have come to you to ask for
your daughter for him, and I am to say that he is a Master Thief,’ and
again the man fell a-weeping and lamenting.
‘Console yourself, my man,’ said the Governor, laughing. ‘You may tell
him from me that he must first give me some proof of this. If he can
steal the joint off the spit in the kitchen on Sunday, when every one
of us is watching it, he shall have my daughter. Will you tell him
that?’
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