<h3><SPAN name="chap21"></SPAN>21 Cinderella</h3>
<p>The wife of a rich man fell sick, and as she felt that her end was drawing
near, she called her only daughter to her bedside and said, “Dear child,
be good and pious, and then the good God will always protect thee, and I will
look down on thee from heaven and be near thee.” Thereupon she closed her
eyes and departed. Every day the maiden went out to her mother’s grave,
and wept, and she remained pious and good. When winter came the snow spread a
white sheet over the grave, and when the spring sun had drawn it off again, the
man had taken another wife.</p>
<p>The woman had brought two daughters into the house with her, who were beautiful
and fair of face, but vile and black of heart. Now began a bad time for the
poor step-child. “Is the stupid goose to sit in the parlour with
us?” said they. “He who wants to eat bread must earn it; out with
the kitchen-wench.” They took her pretty clothes away from her, put an
old grey bedgown on her, and gave her wooden shoes. “Just look at the
proud princess, how decked out she is!” they cried, and laughed, and led
her into the kitchen. There she had to do hard work from morning till night,
get up before daybreak, carry water, light fires, cook and wash. Besides this,
the sisters did her every imaginable injury—they mocked her and emptied
her peas and lentils into the ashes, so that she was forced to sit and pick
them out again. In the evening when she had worked till she was weary she had
no bed to go to, but had to sleep by the fireside in the ashes. And as on that
account she always looked dusty and dirty, they called her Cinderella. It
happened that the father was once going to the fair, and he asked his two
step-daughters what he should bring back for them. “Beautiful
dresses,” said one, “Pearls and jewels,” said the second.
“And thou, Cinderella,” said he, “what wilt thou have?”
“Father, break off for me the first branch which knocks against your hat
on your way home.” So he bought beautiful dresses, pearls and jewels for
his two step-daughters, and on his way home, as he was riding through a green
thicket, a hazel twig brushed against him and knocked off his hat. Then he
broke off the branch and took it with him. When he reached home he gave his
step-daughters the things which they had wished for, and to Cinderella he gave
the branch from the hazel-bush. Cinderella thanked him, went to her
mother’s grave and planted the branch on it, and wept so much that the
tears fell down on it and watered it. And it grew, however, and became a
handsome tree. Thrice a day Cinderella went and sat beneath it, and wept and
prayed, and a little white bird always came on the tree, and if Cinderella
expressed a wish, the bird threw down to her what she had wished for.</p>
<p>It happened, however, that the King appointed a festival which was to last
three days, and to which all the beautiful young girls in the country were
invited, in order that his son might choose himself a bride. When the two
step-sisters heard that they too were to appear among the number, they were
delighted, called Cinderella and said, “Comb our hair for us, brush our
shoes and fasten our buckles, for we are going to the festival at the
King’s palace.” Cinderella obeyed, but wept, because she too would
have liked to go with them to the dance, and begged her step-mother to allow
her to do so. “Thou go, Cinderella!” said she; “Thou art
dusty and dirty and wouldst go to the festival? Thou hast no clothes and shoes,
and yet wouldst dance!” As, however, Cinderella went on asking, the
step-mother at last said, “I have emptied a dish of lentils into the
ashes for thee, if thou hast picked them out again in two hours, thou shalt go
with us.” The maiden went through the back-door into the garden, and
called, “You tame pigeons, you turtle-doves, and all you birds beneath
the sky, come and help me to pick</p>
<p class="poem">
“The good into the pot,<br/>
The bad into the crop.”</p>
<p class="noindent">
Then two white pigeons came in by the kitchen-window, and afterwards the
turtle-doves, and at last all the birds beneath the sky, came whirring and
crowding in, and alighted amongst the ashes. And the pigeons nodded with their
heads and began pick, pick, pick, pick, and the rest began also pick, pick,
pick, pick, and gathered all the good grains into the dish. Hardly had one hour
passed before they had finished, and all flew out again. Then the girl took the
dish to her step-mother, and was glad, and believed that now she would be
allowed to go with them to the festival. But the step-mother said, “No,
Cinderella, thou hast no clothes and thou canst not dance; thou wouldst only be
laughed at.” And as Cinderella wept at this, the step-mother said,
“If thou canst pick two dishes of lentils out of the ashes for me in one
hour, thou shalt go with us.” And she thought to herself, “That she
most certainly cannot do.” When the step-mother had emptied the two
dishes of lentils amongst the ashes, the maiden went through the back-door into
the garden and cried, You tame pigeons, you turtle-doves, and all you birds
under heaven, come and help me to pick</p>
<p class="poem">
“The good into the pot,<br/>
The bad into the crop.”</p>
<p>Then two white pigeons came in by the kitchen-window, and afterwards the
turtle-doves, and at length all the birds beneath the sky, came whirring and
crowding in, and alighted amongst the ashes. And the doves nodded with their
heads and began pick, pick, pick, pick, and the others began also pick, pick,
pick, pick, and gathered all the good seeds into the dishes, and before half an
hour was over they had already finished, and all flew out again. Then the
maiden carried the dishes to the step-mother and was delighted, and believed
that she might now go with them to the festival. But the step-mother said,
“All this will not help thee; thou goest not with us, for thou hast no
clothes and canst not dance; we should be ashamed of thee!” On this she
turned her back on Cinderella, and hurried away with her two proud daughters.</p>
<p>As no one was now at home, Cinderella went to her mother’s grave beneath
the hazel-tree, and cried,</p>
<p class="poem">
“Shiver and quiver, little tree,<br/>
Silver and gold throw down over me.”</p>
<p>Then the bird threw a gold and silver dress down to her, and slippers
embroidered with silk and silver. She put on the dress with all speed, and went
to the festival. Her step-sisters and the step-mother however did not know her,
and thought she must be a foreign princess, for she looked so beautiful in the
golden dress. They never once thought of Cinderella, and believed that she was
sitting at home in the dirt, picking lentils out of the ashes. The prince went
to meet her, took her by the hand and danced with her. He would dance with no
other maiden, and never left loose of her hand, and if any one else came to
invite her, he said, “This is my partner.”</p>
<p>She danced till it was evening, and then she wanted to go home. But the
King’s son said, “I will go with thee and bear thee company,”
for he wished to see to whom the beautiful maiden belonged. She escaped from
him, however, and sprang into the pigeon-house. The King’s son waited
until her father came, and then he told him that the stranger maiden had leapt
into the pigeon-house. The old man thought, “Can it be Cinderella?”
and they had to bring him an axe and a pickaxe that he might hew the
pigeon-house to pieces, but no one was inside it. And when they got home
Cinderella lay in her dirty clothes among the ashes, and a dim little oil-lamp
was burning on the mantle-piece, for Cinderella had jumped quickly down from
the back of the pigeon-house and had run to the little hazel-tree, and there
she had taken off her beautiful clothes and laid them on the grave, and the
bird had taken them away again, and then she had placed herself in the kitchen
amongst the ashes in her grey gown.</p>
<p>Next day when the festival began afresh, and her parents and the step-sisters
had gone once more, Cinderella went to the hazel-tree and said—</p>
<p class="poem">
“Shiver and quiver, my little tree,<br/>
Silver and gold throw down over me.”</p>
<p>Then the bird threw down a much more beautiful dress than on the preceding day.
And when Cinderella appeared at the festival in this dress, every one was
astonished at her beauty. The King’s son had waited until she came, and
instantly took her by the hand and danced with no one but her. When others came
and invited her, he said, “She is my partner.” When evening came
she wished to leave, and the King’s son followed her and wanted to see
into which house she went. But she sprang away from him, and into the garden
behind the house. Therein stood a beautiful tall tree on which hung the most
magnificent pears. She clambered so nimbly between the branches like a squirrel
that the King’s son did not know where she was gone. He waited until her
father came, and said to him, “The stranger-maiden has escaped from me,
and I believe she has climbed up the pear-tree.” The father thought,
“Can it be Cinderella?” and had an axe brought and cut the tree
down, but no one was on it. And when they got into the kitchen, Cinderella lay
there amongst the ashes, as usual, for she had jumped down on the other side of
the tree, had taken the beautiful dress to the bird on the little hazel-tree,
and put on her grey gown.</p>
<p>On the third day, when the parents and sisters had gone away, Cinderella went
once more to her mother’s grave and said to the little tree—</p>
<p class="poem">
“Shiver and quiver, my little tree,<br/>
Silver and gold throw down over me.”</p>
<p>And now the bird threw down to her a dress which was more splendid and
magnificent than any she had yet had, and the slippers were golden. And when
she went to the festival in the dress, no one knew how to speak for
astonishment. The King’s son danced with her only, and if any one invited
her to dance, he said, “She is my partner.”</p>
<p>When evening came, Cinderella wished to leave, and the King’s son was
anxious to go with her, but she escaped from him so quickly that he could not
follow her. The King’s son had, however, used a strategem, and had caused
the whole staircase to be smeared with pitch, and there, when she ran down, had
the maiden’s left slipper remained sticking. The King’s son picked
it up, and it was small and dainty, and all golden. Next morning, he went with
it to the father, and said to him, “No one shall be my wife but she whose
foot this golden slipper fits.” Then were the two sisters glad, for they
had pretty feet. The eldest went with the shoe into her room and wanted to try
it on, and her mother stood by. But she could not get her big toe into it, and
the shoe was too small for her. Then her mother gave her a knife and said,
“Cut the toe off; when thou art Queen thou wilt have no more need to go
on foot.” The maiden cut the toe off, forced the foot into the shoe,
swallowed the pain, and went out to the King’s son. Then he took her on
his horse as his bride and rode away with her. They were, however, obliged to
pass the grave, and there, on the hazel-tree, sat the two pigeons and cried,</p>
<p class="poem">
“Turn and peep, turn and peep,<br/>
There’s blood within the shoe,<br/>
The shoe it is too small for her,<br/>
The true bride waits for you.”</p>
<p>Then he looked at her foot and saw how the blood was streaming from it. He
turned his horse round and took the false bride home again, and said she was
not the true one, and that the other sister was to put the shoe on. Then this
one went into her chamber and got her toes safely into the shoe, but her heel
was too large. So her mother gave her a knife and said, “Cut a bit off
thy heel; when thou art Queen thou wilt have no more need to go on foot.”
The maiden cut a bit off her heel, forced her foot into the shoe, swallowed the
pain, and went out to the King’s son. He took her on his horse as his
bride, and rode away with her, but when they passed by the hazel-tree, two
little pigeons sat on it and cried,</p>
<p class="poem">
“Turn and peep, turn and peep,<br/>
There’s blood within the shoe<br/>
The shoe it is too small for her,<br/>
The true bride waits for you.”</p>
<p class="noindent">
He looked down at her foot and saw how the blood was running out of her shoe,
and how it had stained her white stocking. Then he turned his horse and took
the false bride home again. “This also is not the right one,” said
he, “have you no other daughter?” “No,” said the man,
“There is still a little stunted kitchen-wench which my late wife left
behind her, but she cannot possibly be the bride.” The King’s son
said he was to send her up to him; but the mother answered, “Oh, no, she
is much too dirty, she cannot show herself!” He absolutely insisted on
it, and Cinderella had to be called. She first washed her hands and face clean,
and then went and bowed down before the King’s son, who gave her the
golden shoe. Then she seated herself on a stool, drew her foot out of the heavy
wooden shoe, and put it into the slipper, which fitted like a glove. And when
she rose up and the King’s son looked at her face he recognized the
beautiful maiden who had danced with him and cried, “That is the true
bride!” The step-mother and the two sisters were terrified and became
pale with rage; he, however, took Cinderella on his horse and rode away with
her. As they passed by the hazel-tree, the two white doves cried—</p>
<p class="poem">
“Turn and peep, turn and peep,<br/>
No blood is in the shoe,<br/>
The shoe is not too small for her,<br/>
The true bride rides with you,”</p>
<p class="noindent">
and when they had cried that, the two came flying down and placed themselves on
Cinderella’s shoulders, one on the right, the other on the left, and
remained sitting there.</p>
<p>When the wedding with the King’s son had to be celebrated, the two false
sisters came and wanted to get into favour with Cinderella and share her good
fortune. When the betrothed couple went to church, the elder was at the right
side and the younger at the left, and the pigeons pecked out one eye of each of
them. Afterwards as they came back, the elder was at the left, and the younger
at the right, and then the pigeons pecked out the other eye of each. And thus,
for their wickedness and falsehood, they were punished with blindness as long
as they lived.</p>
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