<h2> Pinkel the Thief </h2>
<h3> [Shortened from West Highland Tales.] </h3>
<p>Long, long ago there lived a widow who had three sons. The two eldest were
grown up, and though they were known to be idle fellows, some of the
neighbours had given them work to do on account of the respect in which
their mother was held. But at the time this story begins they had both
been so careless and idle that their masters declared they would keep them
no longer.</p>
<p>So home they went to their mother and youngest brother, of whom they
thought little, because he made himself useful about the house, and looked
after the hens, and milked the cow. 'Pinkel,' they called him in scorn,
and by-and-by 'Pinkel' became his name throughout the village.</p>
<p>The two young men thought it was much nicer to live at home and be idle
than to be obliged to do a quantity of disagreeable things they did not
like, and they would have stayed by the fire till the end of their lives
had not the widow lost patience with them and said that since they would
not look for work at home they must seek it elsewhere, for she would not
have them under her roof any longer. But she repented bitterly of her
words when Pinkel told her that he too was old enough to go out into the
world, and that when he had made a fortune he would send for his mother to
keep house for him.</p>
<p>The widow wept many tears at parting from her youngest son, but as she saw
that his heart was set upon going with his brothers, she did not try to
keep him. So the young men started off one morning in high spirits, never
doubting that work such as they might be willing to do would be had for
the asking, as soon as their little store of money was spent.</p>
<p>But a very few days of wandering opened their eyes. Nobody seemed to want
them, or, if they did, the young men declared that they were not able to
undertake all that the farmers or millers or woodcutters required of them.
The youngest brother, who was wiser, would gladly have done some of the
work that the others refused, but he was small and slight, and no one
thought of offering him any. Therefore they went from one place to
another, living only on the fruit and nuts they could find in the woods,
and getting hungrier every day.</p>
<p>One night, after they had been walking for many hours and were very tired,
they came to a large lake with an island in the middle of it. From the
island streamed a strong light, by which they could see everything almost
as clearly as if the sun had been shining, and they perceived that, lying
half hidden in the rushes, was a boat.</p>
<p>'Let us take it and row over to the island, where there must be a house,'
said the eldest brother; 'and perhaps they will give us food and shelter.'
And they all got in and rowed across in the direction of the light. As
they drew near the island they saw that it came from a golden lantern
hanging over the door of a hut, while sweet tinkling music proceeded from
some bells attached to the golden horns of a goat which was feeding near
the cottage. The young men's hearts rejoiced as they thought that at last
they would be able to rest their weary limbs, and they entered the hut,
but were amazed to see an ugly old woman inside, wrapped in a cloak of
gold which lighted up the whole house. They looked at each other uneasily
as she came forward with her daughter, as they knew by the cloak that this
was a famous witch.</p>
<p>'What do you want?' asked she, at the same time signing to her daughter to
stir the large pot on the fire.</p>
<p>'We are tired and hungry, and would fain have shelter for the night,'
answered the eldest brother.</p>
<p>'You cannot get it here,' said the witch, 'but you will find both food and
shelter in the palace on the other side of the lake. Take your boat and
go; but leave this boy with me—I can find work for him, though
something tells me he is quick and cunning, and will do me ill.'</p>
<p>'What harm can a poor boy like me do a great Troll like you?' answered
Pinkel. 'Let me go, I pray you, with my brothers. I will promise never to
hurt you.' And at last the witch let him go, and he followed his brothers
to the boat.</p>
<p>The way was further than they thought, and it was morning before they
reached the palace.</p>
<p>Now, at last, their luck seemed to have turned, for while the two eldest
were given places in the king's stables, Pinkel was taken as page to the
little prince. He was a clever and amusing boy, who saw everything that
passed under his eyes, and the king noticed this, and often employed him
in his own service, which made his brothers very jealous.</p>
<p>Things went on this way for some time, and Pinkel every day rose in the
royal favour. At length the envy of his brothers became so great that they
could bear it no longer, and consulted together how best they might ruin
his credit with the king. They did not wish to kill him—though,
perhaps, they would not have been sorry if they had heard he was dead—but
merely wished to remind him that he was after all only a child, not half
so old and wise as they.</p>
<p>Their opportunity soon came. It happened to be the king's custom to visit
his stables once a week, so that he might see that his horses were being
properly cared for. The next time he entered the stables the two brothers
managed to be in the way, and when the king praised the beautiful satin
skins of the horses under their charge, and remarked how different was
their condition when his grooms had first come across the lake, the young
men at once began to speak of the wonderful light which sprang from the
lantern over the hut. The king, who had a passion for collection all the
rarest things he could find, fell into the trap directly, and inquired
where he could get this marvellous lantern.</p>
<p>'Send Pinkel for it, Sire,' said they. 'It belongs to an old witch, who no
doubt came by it in some evil way. But Pinkel has a smooth tongue, and he
can get the better of any woman, old or young.'</p>
<p>'Then bid him go this very night,' cried the king; 'and if he brings me
the lantern I will make him one of the chief men about my person.'</p>
<p>Pinkel was much pleased at the thought of his adventure, and without more
ado he borrowed a little boat which lay moored to the shore, and rowed
over to the island at once. It was late by the time he arrived, and almost
dark, but he knew by the savoury smell that reached him that the witch was
cooking her supper. So he climbed softly on to the roof, and, peering,
watched till the old woman's back was turned, when he quickly drew a
handful of salt from his pocket and threw it into the pot. Scarcely had he
done this when the witch called her daughter and bade her lift the pot off
the fire and put the stew into a dish, as it had been cooking quite long
enough and she was hungry. But no sooner had she tasted it than she put
her spoon down, and declared that her daughter must have been meddling
with it, for it was impossible to eat anything that was all made of salt.</p>
<p>'Go down to the spring in the valley, and get some fresh water, that I may
prepare a fresh supper,' cried she, 'for I feel half-starved.'</p>
<p>'But, mother,' answered the girl, 'how can I find the well in this
darkness? For you know that the lantern's rays shed no light down there.'</p>
<p>'Well, then, take the lantern with you,' answered the witch, 'for supper I
must have, and there is no water that is nearer.'</p>
<p>So the girl took her pail in one hand and the golden lantern in the other,
and hastened away to the well, followed by Pinkel, who took care to keep
out of the way of the rays. When at last she stooped to fill her pail at
the well Pinkel pushed her into it, and snatching up the lantern hurried
back to his boat and rowed off from the shore.</p>
<p>He was already a long distance from the island when the witch, who
wondered what had become of her daughter, went to the door to look for
her. Close around the hut was thick darkness, but what was that bobbing
light that streamed across the water? The witch's heart sank as all at
once it flashed upon her what had happened.</p>
<p>'Is that you, Pinkel?' cried she; and the youth answered:</p>
<p>'Yes, dear mother, it is I!'</p>
<p>'And are you not a knave for robbing me?' said she.</p>
<p>'Truly, dear mother, I am,' replied Pinkel, rowing faster than ever, for
he was half afraid that the witch might come after him. But she had no
power on the water, and turned angrily into the hut, muttering to herself
all the while:</p>
<p>'Take care! take care! A second time you will not escape so easily!'</p>
<p>The sun had not yet risen when Pinkel returned to the palace, and,
entering the king's chamber, he held up the lantern so that its rays might
fall upon the bed. In an instant the king awoke, and seeing the golden
lantern shedding its light upon him, he sprang up, and embraced Pinkel
with joy.</p>
<p>'O cunning one,' cried he, 'what treasure hast thou brought me!' And
calling for his attendants he ordered that rooms next his own should be
prepared for Pinkel, and that the youth might enter his presence at any
hour. And besides this, he was to have a seat on the council.</p>
<p>It may easily be guessed that all this made the brothers more envious than
they were before; and they cast about in their minds afresh how best they
might destroy him. At length they remembered the goat with golden horns
and the bells, and they rejoiced; 'For,' said they, 'THIS time the old
woman will be on the watch, and let him be as clever as he likes, the
bells on the horns are sure to warn her.' So when, as before, the king
came down to the stables and praised the cleverness of their brother, the
young men told him of that other marvel possessed by the witch, the goat
with the golden horns.</p>
<p>From this moment the king never closed his eyes at night for longing after
this wonderful creature. He understood something of the danger that there
might be in trying to steal it, now that the witch's suspicions were
aroused, and he spent hours in making plans for outwitting her. But
somehow he never could think of anything that would do, and at last, as
the brothers had foreseen, he sent for Pinkel.</p>
<p>'I hear,' he said, 'that the old witch on the island has a goat with
golden horns from which hang bells that tinkle the sweetest music. That
goat I must have! But, tell me, how am I to get it? I would give the third
part of my kingdom to anyone who would bring it to me.'</p>
<p>'I will fetch it myself,' answered Pinkel.</p>
<p>This time it was easier for Pinkel to approach the island unseen, as there
was no golden lantern to thrown its beams over the water. But, on the
other hand, the goat slept inside the hut, and would therefore have to be
taken from under the very eyes of the old woman. How was he to do it? All
the way across the lake he thought and thought, till at length a plan came
into his head which seemed as if it might do, though he knew it would be
very difficult to carry out.</p>
<p>The first thing he did when he reached the shore was to look about for a
piece of wood, and when he had found it he hid himself close to the hut,
till it grew quite dark and near the hour when the witch and her daughter
went to bed. Then he crept up and fixed the wood under the door, which
opened outwards, in such a manner that the more you tried to shut it the
more firmly it stuck. And this was what happened when the girl went as
usual to bolt the door and make all fast for the night.</p>
<p>'What are you doing?' asked the witch, as her daughter kept tugging at the
handle.</p>
<p>'There is something the matter with the door; it won't shut,' answered
she.</p>
<p>'Well, leave it alone; there is nobody to hurt us,' said the witch, who
was very sleepy; and the girl did as she was bid, and went to bed. Very
soon they both might have been heard snoring, and Pinkel knew that his
time was come. Slipping off his shoes he stole into the hut on tiptoe, and
taking from his pocket some food of which the goat was particularly fond,
he laid it under his nose. Then, while the animal was eating it, he
stuffed each golden bell with wool which he had also brought with him,
stopping every minute to listen, lest the witch should awaken, and he
should find himself changed into some dreadful bird or beast. But the
snoring still continued, and he went on with his work as quickly as he
could. When the last bell was done he drew another handful of food out of
his pocket, and held it out to the goat, which instantly rose to its feet
and followed Pinkel, who backed slowly to the door, and directly he got
outside he seized the goat in his arms and ran down to the place where he
had moored his boat.</p>
<p>As soon as he had reached the middle of the lake, Pinkel took the wool out
of the bells, which began to tinkle loudly. Their sound awoke the witch,
who cried out as before:</p>
<p>'Is that you, Pinkel?'</p>
<p>'Yes, dear mother, it is I,' said Pinkel.</p>
<p>'Have you stolen my golden goat?' asked she.</p>
<p>'Yes, dear mother, I have,' answered Pinkel.</p>
<p>'Are you not a knave, Pinkel?'</p>
<p>'Yes, dear mother, I am,' he replied. And the old witch shouted in a rage:</p>
<p>'Ah! beware how you come hither again, for next time you shall not escape
me!'</p>
<p>But Pinkel laughed and rowed on.</p>
<p>The king was so delighted with the goat that he always kept it by his
side, night and day; and, as he had promised, Pinkel was made ruler over
the third part of the kingdom. As may be supposed, the brothers were more
furious than ever, and grew quite thin with rage.</p>
<p>'How can we get rid of him?' said one to the other. And at length they
remembered the golden cloak.</p>
<p>'He will need to be clever if he is to steal that!' they cried, with a
chuckle. And when next the king came to see his horses they began to speak
of Pinkel and his marvellous cunning, and how he had contrived to steal
the lantern and the goat, which nobody else would have been able to do.</p>
<p>'But as he was there, it is a pity he could not have brought away the
golden cloak,' added they.</p>
<p>'The golden cloak! what is that?' asked the king. And the young men
described its beauties in such glowing words that the king declared he
should never know a day's happiness till he had wrapped the cloak round
his own shoulders.</p>
<p>'And,' added he, 'the man who brings it to me shall wed my daughter, and
shall inherit my throne.'</p>
<p>'None can get it save Pinkel,' said they; for they did not imagine that
the witch, after two warnings, could allow their brother to escape a third
time. So Pinkel was sent for, and with a glad heart he set out.</p>
<p>He passed many hours inventing first one plan and then another, till he
had a scheme ready which he thought might prove successful.</p>
<p>Thrusting a large bag inside his coat, he pushed off from the shore,
taking care this time to reach the island in daylight. Having made his
boat fast to a tree, he walked up to the hut, hanging his head, and
putting on a face that was both sorrowful and ashamed.</p>
<p>'Is that you, Pinkel?' asked the witch when she saw him, her eyes gleaming
savagely.</p>
<p>'Yes, dear mother, it is I,' answered Pinkel.</p>
<p>'So you have dared, after all you have done, to put yourself in my power!'
cried she. 'Well, you sha'n't escape me THIS time!' And she took down a
large knife and began to sharpen it.'</p>
<p>'Oh! dear mother, spare me!' shrieked Pinkel, falling on his knees, and
looking wildly about him.</p>
<p>'Spare you, indeed, you thief! Where are my lantern and my goat? No! not!
there is only one fate for robbers!' And she brandished the knife in the
air so that it glittered in the firelight.</p>
<p>'Then, if I must die,' said Pinkel, who, by this time, was getting really
rather frightened, 'let me at least choose the manner of my death. I am
very hungry, for I have had nothing to eat all day. Put some poison, if
you like, into the porridge, but at least let me have a good meal before I
die.'</p>
<p>'That is not a bad idea,' answered the woman; 'as long as you do die, it
is all one to me.' And ladling out a large bowl of porridge, she stirred
some poisonous herbs into it, and set about work that had to be done. Then
Pinkel hastily poured all the contents of the bowl into his bag, and make
a great noise with his spoon, as if he was scraping up the last morsel.</p>
<p>'Poisoned or not, the porridge is excellent. I have eaten it, every scrap;
do give me some more,' said Pinkel, turning towards her.</p>
<p>'Well, you have a fine appetite, young man,' answered the witch; 'however,
it is the last time you will ever eat it, so I will give you another
bowlful.' And rubbing in the poisonous herbs, she poured him out half of
what remained, and then went to the window to call her cat.</p>
<p>In an instant Pinkel again emptied the porridge into the bag, and the next
minute he rolled on the floor, twisting himself about as if in agony,
uttering loud groans the while. Suddenly he grew silent and lay still.</p>
<p>'Ah! I thought a second dose of that poison would be too much for you,'
said the witch looking at him. 'I warned you what would happen if you came
back. I wish that all thieves were as dead as you! But why does not my
lazy girl bring the wood I sent her for, it will soon be too dark for her
to find her way? I suppose I must go and search for her. What a trouble
girls are!' And she went to the door to watch if there were any signs of
her daughter. But nothing could be seen of her, and heavy rain was
falling.</p>
<p>'It is no night for my cloak,' she muttered; 'it would be covered with mud
by the time I got back.' So she took it off her shoulders and hung it
carefully up in a cupboard in the room. After that she put on her clogs
and started to seek her daughter. Directly the last sound of the clogs had
ceased, Pinkel jumped up and took down the cloak, and rowed off as fast as
he could.</p>
<p>He had not gone far when a puff of wind unfolded the cloak, and its
brightness shed gleams across the water. The witch, who was just entering
the forest, turned round at that moment and saw the golden rays. She
forgot all about her daughter, and ran down to the shore, screaming with
rage at being outwitted a third time.</p>
<p>'Is that you, Pinkel?' cried she.</p>
<p>'Yes, dear mother, it is I.'</p>
<p>'Have you taken my gold cloak?'</p>
<p>'Yes, dear mother, I have.'</p>
<p>'Are you not a great knave?'</p>
<p>'Yes, truly dear mother, I am.'</p>
<p>And so indeed he was!</p>
<p>But, all the same, he carried the cloak to the king's palace, and in
return he received the hand of the king's daughter in marriage. People
said that it was the bride who ought to have worn the cloak at her wedding
feast; but the king was so pleased with it that he would not part from it;
and to the end of his life was never seen without it. After his death,
Pinkel became king; and let up hope that he gave up his bad and thievish
ways, and ruled his subjects well. As for his brothers, he did not punish
them, but left them in the stables, where they grumbled all day long.</p>
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