<h2>The Seven Ravens</h2>
<p><span class="dropcap">T</span>HERE was once a Man who had seven sons, but never a
daughter, however much he wished for one.</p>
<p>At last, however, he had a daughter.</p>
<p>His joy was great, but the child was small and delicate,
and, on account of its weakness, it was to be christened at home.</p>
<p>The Father sent one of his sons in haste to the spring to
fetch some water; the other six ran with him, and because
each of them wanted to be the first to draw the water, between
them the pitcher fell into the brook.</p>
<p>There they stood and didn’t know what to do, and not one
of them ventured to go home.</p>
<p>As they did not come back, their Father became impatient,
and said: ‘Perhaps the young rascals are playing about, and
have forgotten it altogether.’</p>
<p>He became anxious lest his little girl should die unbaptized,
and in hot vexation, he cried: ‘I wish the youngsters would
all turn into Ravens!’</p>
<p>Scarcely were the words uttered, when he heard a whirring
in the air above his head, and, looking upwards, he saw seven
coal-black Ravens flying away.</p>
<p>The parents could not undo the spell, and were very sad
about the loss of their seven sons, but they consoled themselves
in some measure with their dear little daughter, who soon
became strong, and every day more beautiful.</p>
<p>For a long time she was unaware that she had had any
brothers, for her parents took care not to mention it.</p>
<p>However, one day by chance she heard some people saying
about her: ‘Oh yes, the girl’s pretty enough; but you know
she is really to blame for the misfortune to her seven brothers.’</p>
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Then she became very sad, and went to her father and
mother and asked if she had ever had any brothers, and what
had become of them.</p>
<p>The parents could no longer conceal the secret. They said,
however, that what had happened was by the decree of heaven,
and that her birth was merely the innocent occasion.</p>
<p>But the little girl could not get the matter off her conscience
for a single day, and thought that she was bound to
release her brothers again. She had no peace or quiet until
she had secretly set out, and gone forth into the wide world
to trace her brothers, wherever they might be, and to free
them, let it cost what it might.</p>
<p>She took nothing with her but a little ring as a remembrance
of her parents, a loaf of bread against hunger, a pitcher of
water against thirst, and a little chair in case of fatigue. She
kept ever going on and on until she came to the end of the
world.</p>
<p>Then she came to the Sun, but it was hot and terrible, it
devoured little children. She ran hastily away to the Moon,
but it was too cold, and, moreover, dismal and dreary. And
when the child was looking at it, it said: ‘I smell, I smell
man’s flesh!’</p>
<p>Then she quickly made off, and came to the Stars, and
they were kind and good, and every one sat on his own special
seat.</p>
<p>But the Morning Star stood up, and gave her a little bone,
and said: ‘Unless you have this bone, you cannot open the
glass mountain, and in the glass mountain are your brothers.’</p>
<p>The girl took the bone, and wrapped it up carefully in a
little kerchief, and went on again until she came to the glass
mountain.</p>
<p>The gate was closed, and she meant to get out the little
bone. But when she undid the kerchief it was empty, and she
had lost the good Star’s present.</p>
<p>How, now, was she to set to work? She was determined to
rescue her brothers, but had no key to open the glass mountain.</p>
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The good little sister took a knife and cut off her own tiny
finger, fitted it into the keyhole, and succeeded in opening the
lock.</p>
<p>When she had entered, she met a Dwarf, who said: ‘My
child, what are you looking for?’</p>
<p>‘I am looking for my brothers, the
Seven Ravens,’ she answered.</p>
<p>The Dwarf said: ‘My masters, the
Ravens, are not at home; but if you
like to wait until they come, please to
walk in.’</p>
<p>Thereupon the Dwarf brought in the
Ravens’ supper, on seven little plates,
and in seven little cups, and the little
sister ate a crumb or two from each of the
little plates, and took a sip from each of
the little cups, but she let the ring she had
brought with her fall into the last little
cup.</p>
<p>All at once a whirring and crying were
heard in the air; then the Dwarf said:
‘Now my masters the Ravens are coming
home.’</p>
<p>Then they came in, and wanted to eat
and drink, and began to look about for
their little plates and cups.</p>
<p>But they said one after another:
‘Halloa! who has been eating off my
plate? Who has been drinking out of
my cup? There has been some human
mouth here.’</p>
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<p class="caption">When she entered
she met a Dwarf.</p>
<p>And when the seventh drank to the bottom of his cup, the
ring rolled up against his lips.</p>
<p>He looked at it, and recognised it as a ring belonging to his
father and mother, and said: ‘God grant that our sister may
be here, and that we may be delivered.’</p>
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As the maiden was standing behind the door listening, she
heard the wish and came forward, and then all the Ravens got
back their human form again.</p>
<p>And they embraced and kissed one another, and went joyfully
home.</p>
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<p class="caption">The Ravens coming home.</p>
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