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<h2>XXXIV<br/> <br/> <span class="f8">THE YOUTH WHO WANTED TO WIN THE DAUGHTER OF THE MOTHER IN THE CORNER</span></h2>
<p class="cap"><span class="upper">Once</span> upon a time there was a woman who had a
son, and he was so lazy and slow that there
was not a single blessed useful thing he would do.
But he liked to sing and to dance, and that is what
he did all day long, and far into the night as well.
The longer this went on, the worse off his mother
was. The youth was growing, and he wanted so
much to eat that it was barely possible to find it,
and more and more went for his clothes the older he
grew, since his clothes did not last long, as you may
imagine, because the youth skipped and dance about
without stopping, through forest and field.</p>
<p>At length it was too much for his mother, so one
day she told the young fellow that he ought at last
to get to work, and really do something, or both of
them would have to starve to death. But the youth
had no mind to do so, he said, and would rather try
to win the daughter of the mother in the corner, for
if he got her, then he would live happily ever after,
and could sing and dance, and would not have to
plague himself with work.</p>
<p>When the mother heard that she thought it might
not be such a bad idea after all, and she dressed up<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_266" id="Page_266">[266]</SPAN></span>
the youth as well as she could, so that he would
make a good showing when he came to the mother
in the corner, and then he set forth.</p>
<p>When he stepped out the sun was shining bright
and warm; but it had rained during the night, and
the ground was soft and full of water puddles. The
youth took the shortest path to the mother in the
corner, and sang and danced, as he always did. But
suddenly, as he was hopping and skipping along, he
came to a swamp, and there were only some logs
laid down to cross it; and from the one log he had
to jump over a puddle to a clump of grass, unless he
wanted to dirty his shoes. And then he went kerflop!
The very moment he set foot on the clump
of grass, he went down and down until he was
standing in a dark, ugly hole. At first he could see
nothing at all, but when he had been there a little
while, he saw that there was a rat, who was wiggling
and waggling around, and had a bunch of keys hanging
from her tail.</p>
<p>“Have you come, my boy?” said the rat. “I must
thank you for coming to visit me: I have been expecting
you for a long time. I am sure you have
come to win me, and I can well imagine that you
are in a great hurry. But you must have a little
patience. I am to receive a large dower, and am
not yet ready for the wedding; but I will do my
best to see that we are married soon.”</p>
<p>When she had said this, she produced a couple of
egg-shells, with all sorts of eatables such as rats eat,
and set them down before the youth, and said: “Now<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_267" id="Page_267">[267]</SPAN></span>
you must sit down and help yourself, for I am sure
you are tired and hungry.”</p>
<p>The youth had no great appetite for this food.
“If I were only away and up above again,” thought
he, but he said nothing.</p>
<p>“Now I think you must surely want to get home
again,” said the rat. “I am well aware that you
are waiting impatiently for the wedding, and I will
hurry all I can. Take this linen thread along, and
when you get up above, you must not turn around,
but must go straight home, and as you go you must
keep repeating: ‘Short before and long behind!’”
and with that she laid a linen thread in his hand.</p>
<p>“Heaven be praised!” said the youth when he
was up above once more. “I’ll not go down there
again in a hurry.” But he held the thread in his
hand, and danced and sang as usual. And although
he no longer had the rat-hole in mind, he began to
hum:</p>
<div class="centered"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0a">“Short before and long behind!<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Short before and long behind!”<br/></span></div>
</div></div>
<p>When he stood before the door at home, he turned
around; and there lay many, many hundred yards of
the finest linen, finer than the most skillful weaver
could have spun.</p>
<p>“Mother, come out, come out!” called and cried
the youth. His mother came darting out, and asked
what was the matter. And when she saw the linen,
stretching as far as she could see, and then a bit,<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_268" id="Page_268">[268]</SPAN></span>
she could not believe her eyes, until the youth told
her how it all happened. But when she had heard
that, and had tested the linen between her fingers,
she was so pleased that she, too, began to sing and
dance.</p>
<p>Then she took the linen, cut it, and sewed shirts
from it for her son and herself, and the remainder
she took to town and sold for a good price. Then
for a time they lived in all joy and comfort. But
when that was over the woman had not a bite to eat
in the house, and so she told her son that it was the
highest time for him to take service, and really do
something, or else both of them would have to starve
to death.</p>
<p>But the youth preferred to go to the mother in
the corner, and try to win her daughter. His mother
did not think this such a bad idea, for now the youth
was handsomely dressed, and made a good showing.</p>
<p>So she brushed him, and furbished him up as well
as she could, and he himself took a pair of new shoes,
and polished them till they shone like a mirror, and
when he had done so, off he went. Everything happened
as before. When he stepped out, the sun was
shining bright and warm; but it had rained during
the night, and the road was soft and muddy, and
every puddle was full of water. The youth took the
shortest way to the mother in the corner, and sang
and danced and danced and sang, as he always did.
He followed another road, not the one he had taken
before; but as he was hopping and skipping along,
he suddenly came to the log across the swamp, and<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_269" id="Page_269">[269]</SPAN></span>
from the log he had to jump over a puddle to a clump
of grass, unless he wanted to dirty his shoes. And
then he went kerflop. And he sank down and could
not stop, until he reached a horrible, dark, ugly hole.
At first he could see nothing; but after he had
stood there a while, he discovered a rat with a bunch
of keys at the end of her tail, which she was wiggling
and waggling in front of him.</p>
<p>“Have you come, my boy?” said the rat. “You
are welcome among us! It was kind of you to come
and visit me again so soon; no doubt you are very
impatient, I can well imagine it. But you must
really be patient a little while longer; for my trousseau
is not quite complete, but by the time you come
again all shall be ready.” When she had said this
she offered him egg-shells containing all sorts of
food such as rats like. But it looked to the youth
like food that had been eaten, and he said that he
had no appetite. “If I were only safely away, and
up above again,” thought he, but he said nothing.
After a time the rat said: “Now I think you must
surely want to get up above again. I will hurry on
the wedding as quickly as I can. And now take this
woolen thread along, and when you get up above,
you must not turn around, but go straight home, and
underway you must keep on repeating: ‘Short before
and long behind!’” and with that she laid the
woolen thread in his hand.</p>
<p>“Thank heaven, I have escaped!” said the youth
to himself. “I am sure I’ll never go there again,”
and then he sang and danced again as usual. He<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_270" id="Page_270">[270]</SPAN></span>
thought no more of the rat-hole, but fell to humming,
and sang without stopping:</p>
<div class="centered"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0a">“Short before and long behind!<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Short before and long behind!”<br/></span></div>
</div></div>
<p>When he stood at the door of the house, he happened
to look around; and there lay the finest
woolen goods, many hundred yards of it, stretching
for half a mile, and so fine that no city counselor
wore a coat of finer cloth.</p>
<p>“Mother, mother, come out, come out!” cried the
youth. His mother came to the door, clasped her
hands together over her head, and nearly fainted
with joy when she saw all the fine goods. And then
the youth had to tell her how it had come to him,
and all that had taken place, from beginning to end.
This brought them a small fortune, as you may
imagine. The youth had new clothes, and his
mother went to town and sold the goods, yard by
yard, and was handsomely paid for them. And then
she decorated her room, and she herself, in her old
days, went about in such style that she might have
been taken for some lady of distinction. So they
lived splendidly and happily, but finally this money,
too, came to an end; and one day the woman had not
a bite to eat left in the house, and told her son that
now he had better look for work, and really do something,
or both of them would starve to death.</p>
<p>But the youth thought it would be much better
to go to the mother in the corner and try to win<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_271" id="Page_271">[271]</SPAN></span>
her daughter. This time his mother again agreed
with him, and did not contradict the youth; for now
he had fine new clothes, and looked so distinguished
that it seemed out of the question to her that such
a good-looking fellow would be refused. So she furbished
him up and tricked him out in the handsomest
way, and he himself took out his new shoes and polished
them so brightly that you could see yourself in
them, and when he had done so he set forth.</p>
<p>This time he did not choose the shortest road; but
took a roundabout way, the longest he could find, for
he did not want to go down to the rat again because
he was sick of her eternal wiggling and waggling,
and the talk about marriage. The weather
and the road were exactly the same as when he had
gone before. The sun shone, the swamp and the
puddles gleamed, and the youth sang and danced as
usual. And in the midst of his skipping and jumping,
before he knew it, there he stood at the same
crossing which led across the swamp. There he had
to jump over a puddle to a clump of grass, unless he
wanted to dirty his brightly polished shoes. “Kerflop!”
and down he went, and did not stop until he
stood once more in the same dark, ugly, dirty hole.
At first he was pleased because he could see nothing.
But after he had stood there a while, he once more
discovered the ugly rat who was so repulsive to him,
with the bunch of keys hanging from her tail.</p>
<p>“Good-day, my boy,” said the rat. “You are welcome!
I see that you can no longer live without
me, and I thank you. And now everything is in<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_272" id="Page_272">[272]</SPAN></span>
readiness for our wedding, and we will go straight
to church.” Nothing will come of that, thought the
youth, but he did not say a word. Then the rat
whistled, and at once every corner was alive with
swarms of mice and small rats, and six large rats
came dragging along a frying-pan. Two mice sat
up behind as grooms, and two sprang up in front to
drive the coach. Several seated themselves within,
and the rat with the bunch of keys took her place in
their midst. To the youth she said: “The road is a
little narrow here, so you will have to walk beside
the coach, sweetheart, until the road is broader.
And then you may sit beside me in the coach.”</p>
<p>“How fine that will be!” thought the youth. “If
I were only safely up above once more, I would run
away from the whole pack of them,” thought he,
but he said nothing. He went along with the procession
as well as he could; at times he had to crawl,
at others he had to stoop, for the way was very
narrow. But when it grew better, he walked in advance,
and looked about to see how he might most
easily steal away and make off. And then he suddenly
heard a clear, beautiful voice behind him say:
“Now the road is good! Come, sweetheart, and get
into the coach!”</p>
<p>The youth turned around quickly, and was so astonished
that his nose and ears nearly fell off.
There stood a magnificent coach with six white
horses, and in the coach sat a maiden as fair and
beautiful as the sun, and about her were sitting
others, as bright and kindly as the stars. It was<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_273" id="Page_273">[273]</SPAN></span>
a princess and her playmates, who had all been enchanted
together. But now they were delivered, because
he had come down to them, and had never
contradicted.</p>
<p>“Come along now!” said the princess. Then the
youth got into the coach, and drove to church with
her. And when they drove away from the church,
the princess said: “Now we will first drive to my
home, and then we will send for your mother.”</p>
<p>“That’s all very fine,” thought the youth—he said
nothing, but he thought it would be better, after all,
to drive to his home, instead of down into the hideous
rat-hole. But suddenly they came to a beautiful
castle, and there they turned in, for there it was they
were to live. And at once a fine coach with six
horses was sent for the youth’s mother, and when
she came the wedding festivities began. They celebrated
for fourteen days, and perhaps they are celebrating
yet. We must hurry, and perhaps we may
still get there in time, and can drink the groom’s
health and dance with the bride!</p>
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<p class="center">NOTE</p>
<p>Told with much charm and wealth of detail is the story of “The
Youth Who Wanted to Win the Daughter of the Mother in the
Corner” (Asbjörnsen, N.F.E., No. 77, p. 73). It is another tale of
a deliverance from enchantment, and the conditions are silence and
lack of contradiction on the part of the deliverer.</p>
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