The Brave Little Tailor
One summer's morning a little tailor was sitting on his
table by the window, he was in good spirits, and sewed with all his might. Then
came a peasant woman down the street crying, "Good jams, cheap. Good jams,
cheap."
This rang pleasantly in the tailor's ears, he stretched his
delicate head out of the window, and called, "Come up here, dear woman,
here you will get rid of your goods."
The woman came up the three steps to the tailor with her
heavy basket, and he made her unpack all the pots for him. He inspected each
one, lifted it up, put his nose to it, and at length said, "The jam seems
to me to be good, so weigh me out four ounces, dear woman, and if it is a
quarter of a pound that is of no consequence."
The woman who had hoped to find a good sale, gave him what
he desired, but went away quite angry and grumbling.
"Now, this jam shall be blessed by God," cried the
little tailor, "and give me health and strength." So he brought the
bread out of the cupboard, cut himself a piece right across the loaf and spread
the jam over it. "This won't taste bitter," said he, "but I will
just finish the jacket before I take a bite."
He laid the bread near him, sewed on, and in his joy, made
bigger and bigger stitches. In the meantime the smell of the sweet jam rose to
where the flies were sitting in great numbers, and they were attracted and
descended on it in hosts.
"Ha! Who invited you?" said the little tailor, and
drove the unbidden guests away. The flies, however, who understood no German, would
not be turned away, but came back again in ever-increasing companies. The
little tailor at last lost all patience, and drew a piece of cloth from the
hole under his work-table, and saying, "Wait, and I will give it to
you," struck it mercilessly on them. When he drew it away and counted,
there lay before him no fewer than seven, dead and with legs stretched out.
"Are you a fellow of that sort?" said he, and
could not help admiring his own bravery. "The whole town shall know of
this." And the little tailor hastened to cut himself a girdle, stitched
it, and embroidered on it in large letters,
"Seven at one stroke!"
"What, the town!" he continued, "the whole
world shall hear of it." And his heart wagged with joy like a lamb's tail.
The tailor put on the girdle, and resolved to go forth into the world, because
he thought his workshop was too small for his valor. Before he went away, he
sought about in the house to see if there was anything which he could take with
him, however, he found nothing but an old cheese, and that he put in his
pocket. In front of the door he observed a bird which had caught itself in the
thicket. It had to go into his pocket with the cheese.
Now he took to the road boldly, and as he was light and
nimble, he felt no fatigue. The road led him up a mountain, and when he had
reached the highest point of it, there sat a powerful giant looking peacefully
about him.
The little tailor went bravely up, spoke to him, and said,
"Good day, comrade, so you are sitting there overlooking the wide-spread
world. I am just on my way thither, and want to try my luck. Have you any
inclination to go with me?"
The giant looked contemptuously at the tailor, and said,
"You ragamuffin! You miserable creature!"
"Oh, indeed," answered the little tailor, and
unbuttoned his coat, and showed the giant the girdle, "there may you read
what kind of a man I am."
The giant read, "Seven at one stroke," thought
that they had been men whom the tailor had killed, and began to feel a little
respect for the tiny fellow. Nevertheless, he wished to try him first, and took
a stone in his hand and squeezed it together so that water dropped out of it.
"Do that likewise," said the giant, "if you
have strength."
"Is that all?" said the tailor, "that is
child's play with us," and put his hand into his pocket, brought out the
soft cheese, and pressed it until the liquid ran out of it. "Faith,"
said he, "that was a little better, wasn't it?"
The giant did not know what to say, and could not believe it
of the little man. Then the giant picked up a stone and threw it so high that
the eye could scarcely follow it.
"Now, little mite of a man, do that likewise."
"Well thrown," said the tailor, "but after
all the stone came down to earth again, I will throw you one which shall never
come back at all." And he put his hand into his pocket, took out the bird,
and threw it into the air. The bird, delighted with its liberty, rose, flew
away and did not come back. "How does that shot please you, comrade?"
asked the tailor.
"You can certainly throw," said the giant,
"but now we will see if you are able to carry anything properly." He
took the little tailor to a mighty oak tree which lay there felled on the
ground, and said, "if you are strong enough, help me to carry the tree out
of the forest."
"Readily," answered the little man, "take the
trunk on your shoulders, and I will raise up the branches and twigs, after all,
they are the heaviest."
The giant took the trunk on his shoulder, but the tailor
seated himself on a branch, and the giant who could not look round, had to
carry away the whole tree, and the little tailor into the bargain, he behind,
was quite merry and happy, and whistled the song, "Three tailors rode
forth from the gate," as if carrying the tree were child's play. The
giant, after he had dragged the heavy burden part of the way, could go no
further, and cried, "Hark you, I shall have to let the tree fall."
The tailor sprang nimbly down, seized the tree with both arms as if he had been
carrying it, and said to the giant, "You are such a great fellow, and yet
can not even carry the tree."
They went on together, and as they passed a cherry-tree, the
giant laid hold of the top of the tree where the ripest fruit was hanging, bent
it down, gave it into the tailor's hand, and bade him eat. But the little
tailor was much too weak to hold the tree, and when the giant let it go, it
sprang back again, and the tailor was tossed into the air with it. When he had
fallen down again without injury, the giant said, "What is this? Have you
not strength enough to hold the weak twig?"
"There is no lack of strength," answered the
little tailor. "Do you think that could be anything to a man who has
struck down seven at one blow? I leapt over the tree because the huntsmen are
shooting down there in the thicket. Jump as I did, if you can do it."
The giant made the attempt, but could not get over the tree,
and remained hanging in the branches, so that in this also the tailor kept the
upper hand.
The giant said, "If you are such a valiant fellow, come
with me into our cavern and spend the night with us."
The little tailor was willing, and followed him. When they
went into the cave, other giants were sitting there by the fire, and each of
them had a roasted sheep in his hand and was eating it. The little tailor
looked round and thought, "It is much more spacious here than in my workshop."
The giant showed him a bed, and said he was to lie down in
it and sleep. The bed, however, was too big for the little tailor, he did not
lie down in it, but crept into a corner. When it was midnight, and the giant
thought that the little tailor was lying in a sound sleep, he got up, took a
great iron bar, cut through the bed with one blow, and thought he had finished
off the grasshopper for good. With the earliest dawn the giants went into the
forest, and had quite forgotten the little tailor, when all at once he walked
up to them quite merrily and boldly. The giants were terrified, they were
afraid that he would strike them all dead, and ran away in a great hurry.
The little tailor went onwards, always following his own
pointed nose. After he had walked for a long time, he came to the courtyard of
a royal palace, and as he felt weary, he lay down on the grass and fell asleep.
Whilst he lay there, the people came and inspected him on all sides, and read
on his girdle, "Seven at one stroke."
"Ah," said they, "what does the great warrior
here in the midst of peace? He must be a mighty lord."
They went and announced him to the king, and gave it as
their opinion that if war should break out, this would be a weighty and useful
man who ought on no account to be allowed to depart. The counsel pleased the
king, and he sent one of his courtiers to the little tailor to offer him
military service when he awoke. The ambassador remained standing by the
sleeper, waited until he stretched his limbs and opened his eyes, and then
conveyed to him this proposal.
"For this reason have I come here," the tailor
replied, "I am ready to enter the king's service." He was therefore
honorably received and a special dwelling was assigned him.
The soldiers, however, were set against the little tailor,
and wished him a thousand miles away. "What is to be the end of
this?" they said among themselves. "If we quarrel with him, and he
strikes about him, seven of us will fall at every blow, not one of us can stand
against him." They came therefore to a decision, betook themselves in a
body to the king, and begged for their dismissal. "We are not
prepared," said they, "to stay with a man who kills seven at one
stroke."
The king was sorry that for the sake of one he should lose
all his faithful servants, wished that he had never set eyes on the tailor, and
would willingly have been rid of him again. But he did not venture to give him
his dismissal, for he dreaded lest he should strike him and all his people
dead, and place himself on the royal throne. He thought about it for a long
time, and at last found good counsel. He sent to the little tailor and caused
him to be informed that as he was such a great warrior, he had one request to
make of him. In a forest of his country lived two giants who caused great
mischief with their robbing, murdering, ravaging, and burning, and no one could
approach them without putting himself in danger of death. If the tailor
conquered and killed these two giants, he would give him his only daughter to
wife, and half of his kingdom as a dowry, likewise one hundred horsemen should
go with him to assist him.
"That would indeed be a fine thing for a man like
me," thought the little tailor. "One is not offered a beautiful
princess and half a kingdom every day of one's life."
"Oh, yes," he replied, "I will soon subdue
the giants, and do not require the help of the hundred horsemen to do it; he
who can hit seven with one blow has no need to be afraid of two."
The little tailor went forth, and the hundred horsemen
followed him. When he came to the outskirts of the forest, he said to his
followers, "Just stay waiting here, I alone will soon finish off the
giants."
Then he bounded into the forest and looked about right and
left. After a while he perceived both giants. They lay sleeping under a tree,
and snored so that the branches waved up and down. The little tailor, not idle,
gathered two pocketsful of stones, and with these climbed up the tree. When he
was half-way up, he slipped down by a branch, until he sat just above the
sleepers, and then let one stone after another fall on the breast of one of the
giants.
For a long time the giant felt nothing, but at last he
awoke, pushed his comrade, and said, "Why are you knocking me?"
"You must be dreaming," said the other, "I am
not knocking you."
They laid themselves down to sleep again, and then the
tailor threw a stone down on the second.
"What is the meaning of this?" cried the other.
"Why are you pelting me?"
"I am not pelting you," answered the first,
growling.
They disputed about it for a time, but as they were weary
they let the matter rest, and their eyes closed once more. The little tailor
began his game again, picked out the biggest stone, and threw it with all his
might on the breast of the first giant.
"That is too bad!" cried he, and sprang up like a
madman, and pushed his companion against the tree until it shook. The other
paid him back in the same coin, and they got into such a rage that they tore up
trees and belabored each other so long, that at last they both fell down dead
on the ground at the same time. Then the little tailor leapt down.
"It is a lucky thing," said he, "that they
did not tear up the tree on which I was sitting, or I should have had to spring
on to another like a squirrel, but we tailors are nimble." He drew out his
sword and gave each of them a couple of thrusts in the breast, and then went
out to the horsemen and said, "The work is done, I have finished both of them
off, but it was hard work. They tore up trees in their sore need, and defended
themselves with them, but all that is to no purpose when a man like myself
comes, who can kill seven at one blow."
"But you are not wounded?" asked the horsemen.
"You need not concern yourself about that,"
answered the tailor, "they have not bent one hair of mine."
The horsemen would not believe him, and rode into the
forest, there they found the giants swimming in their blood, and all round
about lay the torn-up trees. The little tailor demanded of the king the
promised reward. He, however, repented of his promise, and again bethought
himself how he could get rid of the hero.
"Before you receive my daughter, and the half of my
kingdom," said he to him, "you must perform one more heroic deed. In
the forest roams a unicorn which does great harm, and you must catch it
first."
"I fear one unicorn still less than two giants. Seven
at one blow, is my kind of affair."
He took a rope and an axe with him, went forth into the
forest, and again bade those who were sent with him to wait outside. He had not
long to seek. The unicorn soon came towards him, and rushed directly on the
tailor, as if it would gore him with its horn without more ado. "Softly,
softly, it can't be done as quickly as that," said he, and stood still and
waited until the animal was quite close, and then sprang nimbly behind the
tree. The unicorn ran against the tree with all its strength, and struck its
horn so fast in the trunk that it had not strength enough to draw it out again,
and thus it was caught. "Now, I have got the bird," said the tailor,
and came out from behind the tree and put the rope round its neck, and then
with his axe he hewed the horn out of the tree, and when all was ready he led
the beast away and took it to the king.
The king still would not give him the promised reward, and
made a third demand. Before the wedding the tailor was to catch him a wild boar
that made great havoc in the forest, and the huntsmen should give him their
help.
"Willingly," said the tailor, "that is
child's play."
He did not take the huntsmen with him into the forest, and
they were well pleased that he did not, for the wild boar had several times
received them in such a manner that they had no inclination to lie in wait for
him.
When the boar perceived the tailor, it ran on him with
foaming mouth and whetted tusks, and was about to throw him to the ground, but
the hero fled and sprang into a chapel which was near, and up to the window at
once, and in one bound out again. The boar ran in after him, but the tailor ran
round outside and shut the door behind it, and then the raging beast, which was
much too heavy and awkward to leap out of the window, was caught. The little
tailor called the huntsmen thither that they might see the prisoner with their
own eyes. The hero, however went to the king, who was now, whether he liked it
or not, obliged to keep his promise, and gave him his daughter and the half of
his kingdom. Had he known that it was no warlike hero, but a little tailor who
was standing before him it would have gone to his heart still more than it did.
The wedding was held with great magnificence and small joy, and out of a tailor
a king was made.
After some time the young queen heard her husband say in his
dreams at night, "Boy, make me the doublet, and patch the pantaloons, or
else I will rap the yard-measure over your ears."
Then she discovered in what state of life the young lord had
been born, and next morning complained of her wrongs to her father, and begged
him to help her to get rid of her husband, who was nothing else but a tailor.
The king comforted her and said, "Leave your bedroom
door open this night, and my servants shall stand outside, and when he has
fallen asleep shall go in, bind him, and take him on board a ship which shall
carry him into the wide world."
The woman was satisfied with this, but the king's
armor-bearer, who had heard all, was friendly with the young lord, and informed
him of the whole plot.
"I'll put a screw into that business," said the
little tailor. At night he went to bed with his wife at the usual time, and
when she thought that he had fallen asleep, she got up, opened the door, and
then lay down again.
The little tailor, who was only pretending to be asleep,
began to cry out in a clear voice, "Boy, make me the doublet and patch me
the pantaloons, or I will rap the yard-measure over your ears. I smote seven at
one blow. I killed two giants, I brought away one unicorn and caught a wild
boar, and am I to fear those who are standing outside the room."
When these men heard the tailor speaking thus, they were
overcome by a great dread, and ran as if the wild huntsman were behind them,
and none of them would venture anything further against him. So the little
tailor was and remained a king to the end of his life.
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