Short Story: Season 2
The Devil with the Three Golden Hairs
The Devil with the Three Golden Hairs
THE BROTHERS GRIMM
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[Three Demonic Golden Hairs]
Brothers Grimm
In ancient times, there lived a woman from a simple family who gave birth to a son. When his son was born into the world, he was predicted to always have good fortune and marry the daughter of the King on his fourteenth birthday. It happened that shortly after that the King visited the village, and no one knew that he was a king. When he asked what was going on there, they replied, “A child has been born and his fate will always be lucky; whatever happens in his life will turn out to be a good thing. He was also foretold to marry the daughter of the King on his fourteenth birthday.”
The evil-hearted King was angry at the prophecy, and decided to meet the old man. In a friendly tone he said, “You live poor, so let me take care of the child.” At first they refused, but when the stranger offered them abundant gold, then they said, “He's a lucky boy, and everything will be fine for him.” They finally agreed to give their son to him.
The king put the boy in a box and rode his horse until he came to the river with very deep water. She then threw the baby and thought, “I have freed my daughter from her future husband who is not worth it.”
But the box carrying the child did not sink, but floated on the surface of the river and only a little water entered it. Then the box floated two miles from the capital. Not far there was a mill house standing near the dam. A boy who happened to be standing near the river saw the box and dragged it to the surface using his fishing rod. She thought that she had found a treasure box, but when she opened it, she found a sweet baby lying inside, still alive and well. He took it to the miller and his wife, and since they had no children, they became very happy, then said, “God has given it to us.” They took very good care of him and the boy grew up.
A few years later, during a great storm, the King took refuge there and asked the miller and his wife if the young man of high stature was their son. “No,” answer them, “dia abandoned child. Fourteen years ago he was washed up here in a box, and a child found him there.”
The King soon found out that he must be the lucky boy he had thrown away first, then he said, “My good people, can I ask your children to deliver a letter to my queen? I'll reward him with two gold pieces.”
“We agreed to His Majesty's order,” answered them, then they asked the child to get ready.
The King then wrote a letter to the Queen, in which he said, “As soon as this child arrives with this letter, kill him and bury his body, he said, and everything should be done before I arrive at the palace.”
The boy left with a letter from the King, but he got lost and at night he arrived in a very large forest. In the darkness he saw a small glimmer of light; he walked towards him and reached a hut. As he entered, an old woman was sitting alone by the fireplace. He was surprised when he saw the boy and said, “Where did you come from? And where are you going?”
“I came from the milling house,” he replied, “and I wanted to go see the Queen, and give this letter to her; but because I was lost in the forest, I want to stay here for tonight only.”
“Poor child,” said the woman, “you are now in the den of thieves, and when they come home, they will kill you.”
“Nothing,” replied the child, “I am not afraid; I am very tired and cannot walk any further.” Then he laid his body on a bench and fell asleep there.
Then the thieves went home, and angrily they asked why there was a child sleeping there? “Ah,” replied the old woman, “she is a poor child who got lost in the forest, and out of pity for her, I let her go in and sleep there; she was ordered to deliver a letter to the Queen.” The thieves took his letter and read it, and there it was written that after the boy arrived at the palace, he should be killed immediately. Then the initially hard-hearted thieves were crushed, their chief then tore the letter and wrote a new letter saying that after the boy had arrived there, he would, she must be married to the King's daughter. They let him sleep soundly on the bench until the next day, and when they woke him up, they gave him the new letter, and showed him the right way to get to the palace.
And the Queen, after she had received the letter and read it, did as it was written in the letter, and prepared a very solemn wedding feast, the daughter of the King was married to her, and because the young man was so handsome and kind, he was also very happy living with him.
Not long after that, the King returned to the palace and saw that the prophecy he feared had been fulfilled; that the lucky boy had married his daughter. “How can it happen?” amuknya, “I give you a different command.”
The Queen handed him the letter, and asked the King to read it himself. The King read it and realized that his letter had been exchanged. He asked the young man what had happened to the letter he had been entrusted with, and why he had even brought a letter whose contents were so different.
“I don't know anything about it, Your Majesty,” he replied, “maybe his letter has been exchanged at night when I fell asleep in the forest.”
The King then became angry, “You can't just get all this; whoever marries my daughter must bring me three golden hairs from the Devil's head in Hell; bring me what I ask, then I will allow you to stay with my daughter.” In this way the King wished he could eliminate the child forever. But the young man replied, “I will bring the golden hair to His Majesty, I am not afraid of the Devil.” He left the palace and began his journey.
The road leads him to a large city where a guard standing by the side of the gate asks what he needs there, and also what he knows. “I know everything,” replied the always lucky young man.
“Then you can help us,” said the gatekeeper, “if you can tell why the fountain in our market that used to be able to produce wine, is now dry, so, and not even destroy water though?”
“I will tell you soon,” he replied, “but wait after I return.”
Then he went further and came to another city, and there also stood a gatekeeper who asked him what he needed there, and what he knew. I know everything,” he replied.
“Then you can help us and tell us why a tree in our city that used to always bear golden apples, now does not even grow leaves?”
“I will tell you soon,” he replied, “but wait after I return.”
Then he continued on his way and arrived at a great river that he had to go through. The driver of the canoe asked what his needs were and what he knew. “I know everything,” he replied.
“Then you can help me,” said the sampan, “and tell me why I always have to pedal back and forth, and no one wants to free me from this task?”
“I will tell you soon,” he replied, “but wait after I return.”
When he crossed the river, he found the gate to Hell. It was dark and cold inside. The Devil was not at home, but his grandmother was sitting on a large sofa. “What do you want?” The grandmother asked him, but he did not look evil.
“I want to take three strands of golden hair from the head of the Devil,” he replied, “otherwise I cannot live with my wife.”
“That's a very big request,” he said, “if the Devil comes home and finds you, he will soon finish your life; but because I feel sorry, I will try to help you.”
He turned it into an ant and said, “Put it into the folds of my shirt, you'll be safe there.”
“That's a difficult question,” he said, “but you should shut up and just pay attention to what the Devil said when I pulled out three strands of his golden hair.”
The next night, the devil went home. Not long after, he realized that the air in his house had been polluted. “I smell human flesh,” he said, “ada wrong here.” Then he sniffed around every corner of the house and looked for the origin of the smell, but he could find nothing.
His grandmother then scolded him. “I just finished sweeping it, everything has been neatly arranged, and now you're making it messy again; you've always smelled a human stench on your nose. Sit down and finish your dinner.”
When he finished eating and got drunk, he became sleepy, and laid his head on his grandmother's lap, and soon he fell into a deep sleep and snored loudly. Then her grandmother pulled out a piece of her golden hair and put it near her. “Oh!” shout the Devil, “what did grandma do?”
“I got a nightmare,” replied the grandmother, “so I accidentally pulled your hair.”
“Grandma what dream?” Ask the Devil.
“I dream that the fountain in the market that used to spout wine has now dried up and even water does not come out of it; what is the cause?”
“Oh, ho! If they had known it,” answered the Devil, “there are frogs sitting under a rock in a well; if they killed him, wine would flow again.”
He fell asleep again and snored loudly until the window near them shook. Then she pulled out a second hair.
“Ouch! What did grandma do?” the devil shouted furiously.
“Do not get angry first,” said his grandmother, “I accidentally did it again because of bad dreams.”
“What did grandma dream of this time?” tanyakanya.
“I dreamed that in a kingdom, there was an apple tree that used to bear golden apples, but now not even a single leaf grew on the tree. About, what is the cause?”
“Oh! If only they knew,” replied the Devil. “There was a mouse that gnawed at the root; if they killed it, the tree would again bear a golden apple, but if the mouse was left alone, then the tree would die. But don't bother me anymore with grandma's dream; if grandma interrupts my sleep again, I'll be very angry.”
The grandmother calmed him down gently until he fell asleep again and snored. Then he pulled the last strand of golden hair. The devil who was very surprised immediately stood up and roared, and must have scolded him if only his grandmother did not immediately calm him again and said, “Don't blame me if I get a nightmare.”
“Then, what dreams grandma?” he asked, and looked very curious. “I dreamed the peddler complained because he always drove people across the river, and was never relieved of his duties. What's cause?”
“Ah! The fool,” replied the Devil, “when anyone comes and wants to cross, he must hand his paddle over to the person's hand, so that the person who has to paddle himself and he can be free.” Because his grandmother had plucked three golden hairs from the Devil's head, and three of his questions were answered, he let the Devil sleep until dawn.
When the devil had left, the grandmother took the ant out of the fold of her shirt, and returned it to its human form. “This is three strands of golden hair that you have,”. “And did you also hear the Devil's answer to your three questions?”
“Ya,” she replied, “I heard it, and I will try to keep it in mind.”
“Now you have got what you want,” he said, “and now you can go.” She thanked him for helping her, and left Hell happy because everything was going so well.
When he met the sampan, he asked for the answer he had promised. “Take me across the street,”, “then I will tell you how to be free,” and when he gets across, he gives him the advice he has heard from the Devil, “Later, when someone comes asking to be delivered to the other side, just leave the paddle to him.”
He continued on his way and arrived at the city where the fruitless tree stood, and there the gatekeeper asked for his answer. So he told him what he had heard from the Devil, “Kill the rat that gnawed at his roots, and the tree will again bear golden apples.” Then the gatekeeper thanked him, and rewarded him with two donkeys each carrying a bag of gold.
Finally, he arrived at the city whose well was dry. He told him what he had heard from the Devil, “There is a frog under the rock in the well; you must find it and kill it, and the well will again flow wine.” The gatekeeper thanked him, and also gave him two donkeys carrying two bags of gold.
The young man arrived at the palace and met his wife who was very happy to be able to meet him again, and also to hear how rich he was now. He brought what the King asked, three golden hairs of the Devil, and when the king saw four donkeys carrying gold sacks, he was very pleased, and said, “Now all conditions have been met, and you can stay with my daughter. But tell me, my dear son-in-law, where did you get that much gold?”
“I crossed a river,” he replied, “ across, the river bank is made of gold, not sand.”
“Can I also take it?” Ask the King enthusiastically.
“As many as you want, Your Majesty,” replied. “There is a canoeist there; ask him to take you across, and you can fill your sacks with gold there.” The greedy King left in a hurry. Upon his arrival at the river, he hinted to the carpenter to take him across. The carpenter told him to go up to the canoe, and when they got to the other side, he handed the oar to the King and ran away. Finally, from that moment on, the King had to continue pedaling as punishment for his sins. Maybe he's still pedaling? If so, it's because no one has taken the paddle from him.
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