Stories told by the miller — John Stuart Mill — John Shaqi
Stories told by the miller
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“Indeed, brothers,” said the youngest, “I think all this is capital, and
so much so that I shall certainly go back with you at once. I will start
for home early to-morrow, but you shall give me a lodging for the night,
and I promise you that I shall rejoice at the sight of your prosperity.
I have slept under the stars every night since I began journeying, and a
good soft bed will be a treat to me. Besides which, I shall see my
sister-in-law and be able to tell mother all about her.”
At this the elder men’s faces fell, but there was nothing for it but to
go back by the way they had come to the nearest town. However, their
brother walked behind as they went, so they had time to invent a way out
of their difficulties. When they reached their destination, they paused
at the town gate, telling him to stay where he was while they went to
prepare for his coming.
“All right, then,” said he, “but in five minutes I shall follow.”
They could not help smiling at his innocence, for they intended to
escape as quickly as they could.
“How are you going to find the way?” they inquired.
“Why, haven’t you been telling me that you live in the finest house in
the market-square? I shall soon find that.”
This was rather a blow to the others, for they knew that he was swift of
foot and that they would not get far in five minutes.
“It doesn’t matter,” whispered the middle brother; “I know a fine trick.
We will have dinner and a night’s lodging at his expense, and in the
morning we will be off before he is awake, and leave him to pay the
reckoning. Come, look sharp, or he will be after us.”
With that they ran to a large, handsome inn which stood in the middle of
the market-square. It had a tower on it, and an entrance good enough for
an Alderman’s family.
“Landlord,” said the middle brother, “I am a gentleman from a distance,
and in a most unexpected dilemma. Help me out of it, and I can assure
you you shall profit. A great lord, finding that I am in the town, has
sent me a message. You must know that he is under heavy obligations to
me, and has sworn that on the day I am married he will give me a
thousand crowns as a wedding gift. Now, I am not married at all; but if
he arrives and can be made to believe I have a wife, he will immediately
redeem his word. My plan is simply this: I shall entertain him well at
your inn, and, if you have a daughter—or even a decent-looking
serving-maid—who will sit at the head of the table during dinner and
act as though she were mistress of the house, I will divide the sum with
you the moment I receive it. Should he go back from his word, there will
be no harm done, and I will pay you liberally for your hospitality. I
will give the girl a new gown, too, as a remembrance of her assistance.”
Now, the landlord was the first rogue in the kingdom, and the scheme so
pleased him that he nearly died of laughter.