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"Eat!" shouted her son.
The prince saw they were silver dumplings, so he said he wasn't hungry just then, but he'd like to take some with him for the journey.
"Take as many as you want," shouted the ogre. "And give my greetings to my brother and my aunt."
So the prince took some silver dumplings, made suitable thanks, and departed.
He journeyed on from the Silver Castle three days and three nights, through dense forests and over rough mountains, not knowing where he was nor which way to turn. At last all worn out he threw himself down in the shade of a beech tree to rest. As the sword clanked on the ground, its silver voice rang out and a flock of thirty-six ravens circled over his head.
"Caw! Caw!" they croaked. Then, frightened by the sound of the sword, they flew away.
"Praise G.o.d!" cried the prince. "The Golden Castle can't be far!"
He jumped up and started eagerly off in the direction the ravens had taken. As he left a valley and climbed a little hill he saw before him a beautiful wide meadow in the midst of which stood the Golden Castle s.h.i.+ning like the sun. Before the gate of the castle stood a bent old Yezibaba leaning on a golden staff.
"Yi, yi, my boy," she cried to the prince, "how did you get here? Why, not even a little bird or a tiny b.u.t.terfly comes here, much less a human being! You'd better escape if life is dear to you, or my son, when he comes home, will eat you!"
"No, no, old mother, he won't eat me, for I bring him greetings from his brother of the Silver Castle!"
"Well, if you bring greetings from the Silver Castle you are safe enough. Come in, my boy, and tell me your business."
"My business, old mother? For a long time I've been wandering over these wild mountains in search of the Gla.s.s Hill and the Three Citrons. At the Silver Castle they sent me to you because they thought you might know something about them."
"The Gla.s.s Hill? No, I don't know where it is. But wait until my son comes. He will advise you where to go and what to do. Hide under the table and stay there till I call you."
The mountains rumbled and the castle trembled and Yezibaba's son came home.
"Phew! Phew! I smell human meat! I'll eat it!" he roared. He stood in the doorway and pounded the ground with his golden club until the whole castle shook.
"No, no, my son," said Yezibaba, "don't talk that way! A pretty little fellow has come bringing you greetings from your brother of the Silver Castle. If you won't harm him, I'll call him out."
"Well, if my brother didn't do anything to him, I won't either."
So the prince crawled out from under the table and stood before the giant. It was like standing beneath a high tower. He showed the ogre the silver dumplings as proof that he had been at the Silver Castle.
"Well, well, well, my little June bug," shouted the monstrous fellow, "tell me what it is you want! I'll advise you if I can! Don't be afraid!"
So the prince told him the purpose of his journey and asked him how to get to the Gla.s.s Hill and pluck the Three Citrons.
"Do you see that blackish lump over yonder?" the ogre said, pointing with his golden club. "That is the Gla.s.s Hill. On that hill stands a tree. From that tree hang the Three Citrons which send out fragrance for seven miles around. You will climb the Gla.s.s Hill, kneel beneath the tree, and reach up your hands. If the citrons are destined for you they will fall into your hands of their own accord. If they are not destined for you, you will not be able to pluck them no matter what you do. As you return, if you are hungry or thirsty, cut open one of the citrons and you will have food and drink in plenty. Go now with G.o.d's blessing. But wait! I can't let you go away hungry! Hi, mother, bring out the dumplings!"
Yezibaba set a large golden dish on the table.
"Eat!" her son shouted. "Or, if you are not hungry just now, put some in your pocket and eat them on the way."
The prince said that he was not hungry but that he would be glad to take some of the golden dumplings with him and eat them later. Then he thanked the ogre most courteously for his hospitality and advice and took his leave.
He trudged quickly on from hill to dale, from dale to hill again, and never stopped until he reached the Gla.s.s Hill itself. Then he stood still as if turned into stone. The hill was high and steep and smooth with not so much as a scratch on its surface. Over its top spread out the branches of the magic tree upon which hung the Three Citrons.
Their fragrance was so powerful that the prince almost fainted.
"Let it be as G.o.d wills!" he thought to himself. "But however the adventure is to come out, now that I'm here I must at least make the attempt."
So he began to claw his way up the smooth gla.s.s, but he hadn't gone many yards before his foot slipped and down he went so hard that he didn't know where he was or what had happened to him until he found himself sitting on the ground.
In his vexation he began to throw away the dumplings, thinking that perhaps their weight had dragged him down. He took one and threw it straight at the hill. Imagine his surprise to see it fix itself firmly in the gla.s.s. He threw a second and a third and there he had three steps on which he was able to stand with safety!
The prince was overjoyed. He threw dumpling after dumpling and each one of them became a step. First he threw the leaden ones, then the silver ones, and last of all the golden ones. On the steps made in this way he climbed higher and higher until he had reached the very summit of the hill. Then he knelt under the magic tree, lifted up his hands, and into them the Three Citrons dropped of their own accord!
Instantly the tree disappeared, the Gla.s.s Hill sank until it was lost, and when the prince came to himself there was neither tree nor hill to be seen, but only a wide plain.
Delighted with the outcome of his adventure, the prince turned homewards. At first he was too happy even to eat or drink. By the third day his stomach began to protest and he discovered that he was so hungry that he would have fallen ravenously upon a leaden dumpling if he had had one in his pocket. But his pocket, alas, was empty, and the country all about was as bare as the palm of his hand.
Then he remembered what the ogre of the Golden Castle had told him and he took out one of the Three Citrons. He cut it open, and what do you suppose happened? Out jumped a beautiful maiden fresh from the hand of G.o.d, who bowed low before him and exclaimed:
"Have you food ready for me? Have you drink ready for me? Have you pretty clothes ready for me?"
"Alas, beautiful creature," the prince sighed, "I have not. I have nothing for you to eat or to drink or to put on."
The lovely maiden clapped her hands three times, bowed before him, and disappeared.
"Ah," said the prince, "now I know what kind of citrons you are! I'll think twice before opening one of you again!"
Of the one he had opened he ate and drank his fill, and so refreshed, went on. He traveled three days and three nights and by that time he began to feel three times hungrier than before.
"G.o.d help me!" thought he. "I must eat something! There are still two citrons and if I cut open one there would still be one left."
So he took out the second citron, cut it in two, and lo, a maiden twice as beautiful as the first stood before him. She bowed low and said:
"Have you food ready for me? Have you drink ready for me? Have you pretty clothes ready for me?"
"No, lovely creature, I haven't! I haven't!"
The maiden clapped her hands thrice, bowed before him, and disappeared.
Now there was only one citron left. The prince took it in his hand, looked at it, and said: "I won't cut you open until I'm safe at home in my father's house."
He took up his journey again and on the third day he came to his native town and his father's castle. He had been gone a long time and how he ever got back he didn't know himself.
Tears of joy rained down the old king's cheeks.
"Welcome home, my son, welcome a hundred times!" he cried, falling on the prince's neck.
The prince related the adventures of his journey and they at home told him how anxiously they had awaited his return.
On the next day a great feast was prepared. All the n.o.bles in the land were invited. The tables were spread with food and drink the most expensive in the world and many rich dresses embroidered in gold and studded with pearls were laid out.
The guests a.s.sembled, seated themselves at the tables, and waited.
Music played and when all was ready, the prince took the last citron and cut it in two. Out jumped a beautiful creature, three times lovelier than the others.