At last one wet spring the mother caught cold, and though in the
beginning she did not pay much attention to it, she gradually grew more
and more ill, and knew that she had not long to live. Then she called
her daughter and told her that very soon she would be alone in the
world; that she must take care of herself, as there would be no one to
take care of her. And because it was more difficult for beautiful women
to pass unheeded than for others, she bade her fetch a wooden helmet out
of the next room, and put it on her head, and pull it low down over her
brows, so that nearly the whole of her face should lie in its shadow.
The girl did as she was bid, and her beauty was so hidden beneath the
wooden cap, which covered up all her hair, that she might have gone
through any crowd, and no one would have looked twice at her. And when
she saw this the heart of the mother was at rest, and she lay back in
her bed and died.
The girl wept for many days, but by-and-by she felt that, being alone in
the world, she must go and get work, for she had only herself to depend
upon. There was none to be got by staying where she was, so she made her
clothes into a bundle, and walked over the hills till she reached the
house of the man who owned the fields in that part of the country. And
she took service with him and laboured for him early and late, and every
night when she went to bed she was at peace, for she had not forgotten
one thing that she had promised her mother; and, however hot the sun
might be, she always kept the wooden helmet on her head, and the people
gave her the nickname of Hatschihime.
In spite, however, of all her care the fame of her beauty spread abroad:
many of the impudent young men that are always to be found in the world
stole softly up behind her while she was at work, and tried to lift off
the wooden helmet. But the girl would have nothing to say to them, and
only bade them be off; then they began to talk to her, but she never
answered them, and went on with what she was doing, though her wages
were low and food not very plentiful. Still she could manage to live,
and that was enough.
One day her master happened to pass through the field where she was
working, and was struck by her industry and stopped to watch her. After
a while he put one or two questions to her, and then led her into his
house, and told her that henceforward her only duty should be to tend
his sick wife. From this time the girl felt as if all her troubles were
ended, but the worst of them was yet to come.
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