By-and-by the boy grew big and tall, and seemed to lead a happy life in
the house of his foster parents. But a shadow hung over him which really
poisoned most of his pleasure, and that was the thought of the poor
innocent girl who had suffered in his stead, for his foster father
had told him in secret, that he was the king’s son. And the prince
determined that when he grew old enough he would travel all over the
world, and never rest till he had set her free. To become king at the
cost of a maiden’s life was too heavy a price to pay. So one day he put
on the dress of a farm servant, threw a sack of peas on his back, and
marched straight into the forest where eighteen years before his father
had lost himself. After he had walked some way he began to cry loudly:
‘Oh, how unlucky I am! Where can I be? Is there no one to show me the
way out of the wood?’
Then appeared a strange man with a long grey beard, with a leather bag
hanging from his girdle. He nodded cheerfully to the prince, and said:
‘I know this place well, and can lead you out of it, if you will promise
me a good reward.’
‘What can a beggar such as I promise you?’ answered the prince. ‘I have
nothing to give you save my life; even the coat on my back belongs to my
master, whom I serve for my keep and my clothes.’
The stranger looked at the sack of peas, and said, ‘But you must possess
something; you are carrying this sack, which seems to be very heavy.’
‘It is full of peas,’ was the reply. ‘My old aunt died last night,
without leaving money enough to buy peas to give the watchers, as is
the custom throughout the country. I have borrowed these peas from my
master, and thought to take a short cut across the forest; but I have
lost myself, as you see.’
‘Then you are an orphan?’ asked the stranger. ‘Why should you not enter
my service? I want a sharp fellow in the house, and you please me.’
‘Why not, indeed, if we can strike a bargain?’ said the other. ‘I was
born a peasant, and strange bread is always bitter, so it is the same to
me whom I serve! What wages will you give me?’
‘Every day fresh food, meat twice a week, butter and vegetables, your
summer and winter clothes, and a portion of land for your own use.’
‘I shall be satisfied with that,’ said the youth. ‘Somebody else will
have to bury my aunt. I will go with you!’
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