<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[16]</SPAN></span></p>
<h2>III<br/> <br/> <span class="f8">THE THREE LEMONS</span></h2>
<p class="cap"><span class="upper">Once</span> upon a time there were three brothers
who had lost their parents, and since the latter
had left their sons nothing upon which to live, they
had to wander out into the world, and seek their
fortune. The two older brothers prepared for the
journey as well as they were able; but the youngest,
whom they called “Mike by the Stove,” because he
was always sitting behind the stove whittling, they
did not want to take with them. So they set out at
early dawn; yet for all their hurrying Mike by the
Stove reached the king’s court as soon as they did.
When they got there, they asked to be taken into the
king’s service. Well, said the king, he really had
no work for them to do; but since they were so poor,
he would see that they were kept busy; there was
always something or other to do in such a big establishment:
they could drive nails into the wall, and
when they were through, they could pull them out
again. And when that was done, they could carry
wood and water into the kitchen. Mike by the Stove
was quickest at driving his nails into the wall, and
pulling them out again, and he had been quick, too,
about carrying his wood and water. Therefore his
brothers grew jealous, and said he had declared he
could obtain the most beautiful princess in twelve<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[17]</SPAN></span>
kingdoms for the king—for the king’s wife had died
and he was a widower. When the king heard this,
he told Mike by the Stove he had better do as he
had said, else he would have him brought to the
block, and his head chopped off.</p>
<p>Mike by the Stove replied that he had neither said
nor thought anything of the kind; but that seeing
the king was so severe, he would try it. So he took
a knapsack full of food and set out. But he had
only pushed a little way into the wood before he
grew hungry, and thought he would sample the provisions
they had given him at the king’s castle.
When he had sat down in all peace and comfort
under a pine-tree by the side of the road, <SPAN href="#frontispiece">an old
woman came limping along, and asked him what he
had in his knapsack</SPAN>. “Meat and bacon, granny,”
said the youth. “If you are hungry, come and share
with me!” She thanked him, satisfied her hunger,
and then telling him she would do him a favor in
turn, limped off into the wood. When Mike by
the Stove had eaten his fill, he slung his knapsack
across his shoulder once more, and went his way;
but he had only gone a short distance before he
found a whistle. That would be fine, thought he,
to have a whistle, and be able to whistle himself a
tune while he traveled, and before long he really
succeeded in making it sound. That very moment
the wood was alive with dwarfs, all of them asking
with one voice: “What are my lord’s commands?
What are my lord’s commands?” Mike by the
Stove said he did not know he was their lord; but<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[18]</SPAN></span>
if he had any command to give, he would ask them
to bring him the fairest princess in twelve kingdoms.
That would be easy enough, said the dwarfs;
they knew exactly who she was, and they could show
him the way; then he himself could go and fetch her,
since the dwarfs were powerless to touch her. They
showed him the way, and he reached his goal quickly
and without trouble, for no one interfered with him.
It was a troll’s castle, and in it were three beautiful
princesses; but when Mike by the Stove stepped in,
they acted as though they had lost their wits, ran
around like frightened lambs, and finally turned
into three lemons that lay on the window-ledge.
Mike by the Stove was in despair, and very unhappy
because he did not know what to do. But after he
had reflected a while, he took the three lemons, and
put them in his pocket; because, thought he, he might
be glad he had done so should he grow thirsty during
his journey, for he had heard that lemons were sour.</p>
<p>After he had traveled a way, he grew very warm
and thirsty. There was no water to be found, and
he did not know how he was to refresh himself.
Then the lemons occurred to him, and he took one
and bit into it. But in it sat a princess, visible up
to her arms, and cried: “Water, water!” If she
could not have some water, said she, she must die.
The youth ran about everywhere like mad, looking
for water; but there was no water there, and none
to be found, and when he returned she was dead.</p>
<p>After he had gone on again a while, he grew still
more thirsty, and since he found nothing with which<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[19]</SPAN></span>
to refresh himself, he took another lemon and bit
into it. And another princess looked out, up to her
shoulders, and she was even more beautiful than the
first. She cried for water, and said that if she
could not have some water she must die on the spot.
Mike by the Stove ran about and looked under stones
and moss; but he found no water, so this princess
also died.</p>
<p>Mike by the Stove thought that things were going
from bad to worse, and this was the truth, since the
further he went the warmer it grew. The part of the
country in which he was traveling was so parched
and dried that not a drop of water was to be found,
and he was half-dead with thirst. For a long time
he hesitated before biting into the last lemon; but
at last there was nothing else left to do. When he
had bitten into it, a princess looked out: she was the
most beautiful in twelve kingdoms, and she cried
that if she could have no water, she must die on the
spot. Mike by the Stove ran about and looked for
water, and this time he met the king’s miller, who
showed him the way to the mill-pond. When he had
come with her to the mill-pond, and had given her
water, she came completely out of the lemon. But
she had nothing to wear, and Mike by the Stove had
to give her his smock. She put it on, and hid in a
tree; while he was to go to the castle and bring her
clothes, and tell the king he had found her, and how
it had all happened.</p>
<p>Meanwhile the cook had come down to the pond
to fetch water. When she saw the lovely face that<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[20]</SPAN></span>
was reflected in the pond, she thought it was her
own, and was so pleased that she began to dance and
jump around, because she had grown so beautiful.</p>
<p>“Let the devil fetch the water, I’m far too handsome
to bother with it!” said she, and threw away
the water-pail. And then she suddenly noticed that
the face in the water was that of the princess who
sat in the tree. This made her so angry that she
pulled her down from the tree, and threw her into
the pond. Then she herself put on Mike by the
Stove’s smock, and climbed into the tree. When the
king arrived, and saw the swart, homely kitchen-maid,
he grew red and white in turn; but when he
heard the people say she was the greatest beauty in
twelve kingdoms, he had to believe, willy-nilly, that
there was something in it, and he did not want to be
unjust to Mike by the Stove, who had taken so much
trouble to find her. She might grow more beautiful
in time, thought he, if she were adorned with jewels,
and dressed in fine clothes, and so he took her home
with him. Then they sent for wig-makers and seamstresses,
and she was adorned and dressed like a
princess; but for all their washing and bedizening,
she remained swart and homely. After a while,
when the kitchen-maid had to go to the pond to fetch
water, she caught a great silver fish in her pail. She
carried it up and showed it to the king, who thought
it was a beauty; but the homely princess declared
it to be the work of witches, and that they were to
burn it, for she had noticed at once what it was. So
the following morning the fish was burned, and they<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[21]</SPAN></span>
found a lump of silver in the ashes. Then the cook
went up and told the king, and he thought it very
strange; but the princess said it was witchcraft pure
and simple, and that they were to bury the silver
under the manure-pile. The king did not want to,
but she gave him no peace until he consented, and
finally said they were to do so. But on the following
day a beautiful linden-tree stood where they had
buried the lump of silver, and the leaves of the linden-tree
glistened like silver, too. When they told
the king he thought it remarkable; but the princess
said it was no more nor less than witchcraft, and
that the linden-tree must be cut down. This the king
did not wish done at all; but the princess tormented
him so that finally he yielded in this as well. When
the maids went out and brought wood for the fire
from the linden-tree, it was pure silver. “We need
not tell the king and the princess anything about it,”
said one of them, “for they would only burn it up and
melt it down. Let us keep it in the wardrobe instead.
It might be very useful to us some day, if some
one comes along, and we want to marry.” They
were all of the same mind, but when they had carried
the wood a while, it grew terribly heavy. And
when they looked to see why this was, the sticks of
wood had turned into a little child, and before long
she had become the most beautiful princess imaginable.
The maids saw that there was some hocus-pocus
about it, gave her clothes, ran off to fetch the
youth who had been sent to find the most beautiful
princess in twelve kingdoms, and told him their<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[22]</SPAN></span>
story. And when Mike by the Stove arrived, the
princess explained to him how everything had happened,
that the cook had thrown her into the pond,
and that she had been the silver fish, the lump of
silver, and the linden-tree, and the sticks of wood,
and that she was the true princess. It was hard to
get at the king, for the swart, homely cook was with
him early and late; but at last they decided to tell
him that a declaration of war had come from a
neighboring monarch, and so they got him out.
When he saw the beautiful princess, he fell so deeply
in love with her that he wanted to marry her out of
hand, and when he heard how badly the swart,
homely cook had treated her, the latter was promptly
punished. Then they held a wedding that was heard
of and talked about in twelve kingdoms.</p>
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<p class="center">NOTE</p>
<p>The story of “The Three Lemons” is not a native Scandinavian
growth, but of foreign extraction (Asbjörnsen, <cite lang="no" xml:lang="no">Norske Folkeeventyr,
Ny Samling</cite>, Christiania, 1871, p. 22, No. 66), and is a tale very
popular in the Orient. Yet Asbjörnsen heard it from a plain woman
in Christiania, which would prove that it had become naturalized in
the North.</p>
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