Once upon a time there lived an old man who dwelt with his son in a small hut on the edge of the plain.He was very old, and had worked very hard, and when at last he was struck down by illness he felt that he should never rise from his bed again.
So, one day, he bade his wife summon their son, when he came back from his journey to the nearest town, where he had been to buy bread.
'Come hither, my son,' said he; 'I know myself well to be dying, and Ihave nothing to leave you but my falcon, my cat and my greyhound; but if you make good use of them you will never lack food.Be good to your mother, as you have been to me.And now farewell!'
Then he turned his face to the wall and died.
There was great mourning in the hut for many days, but at length the son rose up, and calling to his greyhound, his cat and his falcon, he left the house saying that he would bring back something for dinner.
Wandering over the plain, he noticed a troop of gazelles, and pointed to his greyhound to give chase.The dog soon brought down a fine fat beast, and slinging it over his shoulders, the young man turned homewards.On the way, however, he passed a pond, and as he approached a cloud of birds flew into the air.Shaking his wrist, the falcon seated on it darted into the air, and swooped down upon the quarry he had marked, which fell dead to the ground.The young man picked it up, and put it in his pouch and then went towards home again.
Near the hut was a small barn in which he kept the produce of the little patch of corn, which grew close to the garden.Here a rat ran out almost under his feet, followed by another and another; but quick as thought the cat was upon them and not one escaped her.
When all the rats were killed, the young man left the barn.He took the path leading to the door of the hut, but stopped on feeling a hand laid on his shoulder.
'Young man,' said the ogre (for such was the stranger), 'you have been a good son, and you deserve the piece of luck which has befallen you this day.Come with me to that shining lake yonder, and fear nothing.'
Wondering a little at what might be going to happen to him, the youth did as the ogre bade him, and when they reached the shore of the lake, the ogre turned and said to him:
'Step into the water and shut your eyes! You will find yourself sinking slowly to the bottom; but take courage, all will go well.Only bring up as much silver as you can carry, and we will divide it between us.'
So the young man stepped bravely into the lake, and felt himself sinking, sinking, till he reached firm ground at last.In front of him lay four heaps of silver, and in the midst of them a curious white shining stone, marked over with strange characters, such as he had never seen before.He picked it up in order to examine it more closely, and as he held it the stone spoke.
'As long as you hold me, all your wishes will come true,' it said.
'But hide me in your turban, and then call to the ogre that you are ready to come up.'
In a few minutes the young man stood again by the shores of the lake.
'Well, where is the silver?' asked the ogre, who was awaiting him.
'Ah, my father, how can I tell you! So bewildered was I, and so dazzled with the splendours of everything I saw, that I stood like a statue, unable to move.Then hearing steps approaching I got frightened, and called to you, as you know.'
'You are no better than the rest,' cried the ogre, and turned away in a rage.
When he was out of sight the young man took the stone from his turban and looked at it.'I want the finest camel that can be found, and the most splendid garments,' said he.
'Shut your eyes then,' replied the stone.And he shut them; and when he opened them again the camel that he had wished for was standing before him, while the festal robes of a desert prince hung from his shoulders.Mounting the camel, he whistled the falcon to his wrist, and, followed by his greyhound and his cat, he started homewards.
His mother was sewing at her door when this magnificent stranger rode up, and, filled with surprise, she bowed low before him.
'Don't you know me, mother?' he said with a laugh.And on hearing his voice the good woman nearly fell to the ground with astonishment.
'How have you got that camel and those clothes?' asked she.'Can a son of mine have committed murder in order to possess them?'
'Do not be afraid; they are quite honestly come by,' answered the youth.'I will explain all by-and-by; but now you must go to the palace and tell the king I wish to marry his daughter.'
At these words the mother thought her son had certainly gone mad, and stared blankly at him.The young man guessed what was in her heart, and replied with a smile:
'Fear nothing.Promise all that he asks; it will be fulfilled somehow.'
So she went to the palace, where she found the king sitting in the Hall of Justice listening to the petitions of his people.The woman waited until all had been heard and the hall was empty, and then went up and knelt before the throne.
'My son has sent me to ask for the hand of the princess,' said she.
The king looked at her and thought that she was mad; but, instead of ordering his guards to turn her out, he answered gravely:
'Before he can marry the princess he must build me a palace of ice, which can be warmed with fires, and wherein the rarest singing- birds can live!'
'It shall be done, your Majesty,' said she, and got up and left the hall.
Her son was anxiously awaiting her outside the palace gates, dressed in the clothes that he wore every day.
'Well, what have I got to do?' he asked impatiently, drawing his mother aside so that no one could overhear them.
'Oh, something quite impossible; and I hope you will put the princess out of your head,' she replied.
'Well, but what is it?' persisted he.
'Nothing but to build a palace of ice wherein fires can burn that shall keep it so warm that the most delicate singing-birds can live in it!'
'I thought it would be something much harder than that,' exclaimed the young man.'I will see about it at once.' And leaving his mother, he went into the country and took the stone from his turban.
