When they had climbed a hill which lay before them the prince saw in
the distance the house of his master, but it was so surrounded with
buildings of all kinds that the place looked more like a village or
even a small town. They reached it at last, and found an empty kennel
standing in front of the gate. ‘Creep inside this,’ said the master,
‘and wait while I go in and see my grandmother. Like all very old
people, she is very obstinate, and cannot bear fresh faces about her.’
The prince crept tremblingly into the kennel, and began to regret the
daring which had brought him into this scrape.
By-and-by the master came back, and called him from his hiding-place.
Something had put out his temper, for with a frown he said, ‘Watch
carefully our ways in the house, and beware of making any mistake, or it
will go ill with you. Keep your eyes and ears open, and your mouth shut,
obey without questions. Be grateful if you will, but never speak unless
you are spoken to.’
When the prince stepped over the threshold he caught sight of a maiden
of wonderful beauty, with brown eyes and fair curly hair. ‘Well!’ the
young man said to himself, ‘if the old fellow has many daughters like
that I should not mind being his son-in-law. This one is just what I
admire’; and he watched her lay the table, bring in the food, and take
her seat by the fire as if she had never noticed that a strange man was
present. Then she took out a needle and thread, and began to darn her
stockings. The master sat at table alone, and invited neither his new
servant nor the maid to eat with him. Neither was the old grandmother
anywhere to be seen. His appetite was tremendous: he soon cleared all
the dishes, and ate enough to satisfy a dozen men. When at last he could
eat no more he said to the girl, ‘Now you can pick up the pieces, and
take what is left in the iron pot for your own dinner, but give the
bones to the dog.’
The prince did not at all like the idea of dining off scraps, which
he helped the girl to pick up, but, after all, he found that there was
plenty to eat, and that the food was very good. During the meal he stole
many glances at the maiden, and would even have spoken to her, but
she gave him no encouragement. Every time he opened his mouth for the
purpose she looked at him sternly, as if to say, ‘Silence,’ so he could
only let his eyes speak for him. Besides, the master was stretched on a
bench by the oven after his huge meal, and would have heard everything.
After supper that night, the old man said to the prince, ‘For two days
you may rest from the fatigues of the journey, and look about the house.
But the day after to-morrow you must come with me, and I will point out
the work you have to do. The maid will show you where you are to sleep.’
The prince thought, from this, he had leave to speak, but his master
turned on him with a face of thunder and exclaimed:
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