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The San Francisco call. (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1895-1913, November 02, 1912, Image 2

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Retold from the Hungarian
THERE was once, I don't know
where, even beyond the Operencian
sea, a poor man who had three
sons. Having got up one morning, the
father asked the eldest one, "What
have you dreamt, my son?" "Well, my
dear father," said he, "I sat at a table
covered with many dishes, and I ate so
much that when I had finished I could
scarcely rise from my chair."
"Well, my son," eaid the father, "if
you had so much to eat, you ought to
be satisfied, and, as we are rather short
of bread, you shall not have anything
to eat today." Then.he asked the sec
ond son, "What have you dreamt, my
son?" "Well, my dear father, I bought
such splendid boots with, spurs that
when I put them on and knocked my
heels together I could be heard over
seven countries."
"Well, my good son," answered the
father, "you have got good boots at
last, and you won't want any for the
At last he asked the youngest as to
what he had dreamt, but this one was
•eticent, and did not want to tell, and
although hie father commanded him to
tell, he kept silent. As fair words were
of no avail,, the father tried threats,
but without success. Then he began to
beat the lad. "To flee Is shameful but
useful," they ea.y. The lad followed
this good advice and ran away, hi»
father after him with a stick. •
As they reached the street the king
was passing down the road in a car
riage drawn by six horses with golden
hair and diamond shoes. The king
stopped and asked the father why he
was illtreuting the lad.
"Your majesty, because he won't tell
me his dream," replied the father.
"Don't hurt him, my good man," j»-,iid
the king; "I'll tell you what; let the
lad go with me and take this purse. I
Ml anxious to know his dream, and
will take him with me." The father
consented, and the king , continued his
journey, taking the lad with him.
Arriving at home, he commanded the
lad to appear before him, and ques
tioned him about his dream, but the lad
would not t<ll a thins. No imploring,
no threatening, would induce him to
diaclOM his dream. Tlie king grew
angry with the lade obstinacy, and said
in a great rage;
"You good for nothing fellow, to
disobey your king; know that this is
punished by death! You shall die such
a lingering , death that you will have
tint* to think over what disobedience
to the king means." Rα ordered the
warder- to cjome and t;i.k* the lad to
prison, to throw him Into the deepest
tower and to immure him alive In the
wall. The lad listened to this cruel
command in silence and only the kind's
pretty daughter turned p&le. The
daughter was quite taken with the
proud and fearless lad, ami guzed at
him In silent joy.
The lad was not only brave and
clever, but litinds«'<m«», too, with a snow
white complexion, dark eyes and rich
raven locks. He was carried away,
but the princess was determined to
save the handsome lad's life. So she
bribed one of the workmen to leave
a stone loose in the wall without its
being noticed, so it could be easily
taken away and replaced.
In secret the pretty princess fed the
lad in his cell.
Shortly after this it happened that
the powerful ruler of the dog headed
Tartars ordered that seven white
horses should be led into the king's
courtyard. The animals were so much
alike that there was not a hair to be
chosen between them, and each of the
horses was one year older than the
other. At the same time the Tartar
tyrant commanded that the king should
choose the youngest from among them,
and the others in the order of their
ages, including the oldest. If he could
not do this his country should be tilled
with as many Tartars as there were
blades of grass in the country, he
should be impaled and his daughter
should become the Tartar's wife.
The king , , on hearing the new*, was
very much alarmed, lie held a counefi
of all the wise men in his realm, but
all in vain; the whole court was in sor
row and mourning. The princes*, too,
was sad, and whtn she took the fooa
to the lad she did not smile as usual
and her eyes were filled with tears.
On seeing this the lad asked for the
cause; upon that the princess told him
everything. He consoled her and tola
her that he eoultl help. He asked her
to tell her father t«> get seven kinds
of oats and put them in different dishes;
th« horses were to he led in and they
would go and eat the. oats according
to their different ages, and while they
were feeding they must put a mark
on each of the horses. And so it was
done. The horses were sent back, their
ages given, and the Tartar tyrant
found the solution to be right.
But no sooner had thin difficulty been
solved than the Tartar tyrant sent the
king a rod, both ends of which were of
equal thickness. He demanded that the
king should send him word which end
of the rod had grown nearest the trunk
of the tree, and in case he failed to
reply correctly threatened the king
with the same pui)tflbment as before.
The king was downcast and the
princess told her grief to the lad, who
sail, "Don't worry, prince**, but tell
your father to suspend the rod by the
middle from a piece of twine; the
heavier end will swing downward and
that will be the end that grew nearest
to the tree."
The king did so and sent the rod
back with the ends marked ;is ordered.
The Tartar king shook his head, but
was obliged to admit that it was right.
"I will give them smother trial," said
he In great rage. "And as I see there
must be some one at the king's court
who wants to defy me, we will see who
is the stranger."
Soon afterward an arrow struck the
walls of the royal palace, which shook
it to its foundation like an earthquake,
and great was the terror of the people
when they found out that the Tartar
king had written the previous threats
upon the feathers of the arrow, with
the declaration that they would be
carried out on the spot if nobody
could draw out the arrow and shoot
it back.
The king was more downcast than
ever and never slept a wink. He called
together all the heroes of the realm,
and every child born under a lucky
star, or who was born with a caul, with
a tooth or with a gray lock. He prom
ised to the successful one half of his
realm and his daughter if lie fulfilled
the Tartar king's wish.
In the meantime the princess told
the lad the cause of her latest grief.
So he asked her to have the secret
opening closed, and then she was to
say that she dreamed that the lad was
still alive and that he was able to do
what was needed and that they were to
have the wall opened. •
The princess did as she was told.
The king was very much astonished;
he had almost entirely forgotten the
lad, and thought that he had gone to
dust behind the walls long ago. In the
fear about his daughter's safety the
king at last decided that the dream
was not altogether impossible. He had
the wall opened, and the lad stepped
forth from the hole. "You have noth
ing to fear, my king," said the lad, and,
dragging out the arrow with his right
hand, he shot It toward Tartary with
such force that all the servants of the
royal palace dropped down with a
tremendous shock.
Seeing this, the Tartar king was
anxious to inuke the acquaintance of
him who did all these things. The lad
at once offered to go to Tartary, and
started on the journey with 12 other
knights, disguising himself so that he
could not be distinguished from his
followers. This was done to test the
magic power of the Tartar chief. The
lad and his knights were received witli
great pomp by the king, who, seeing
that all were attired alike, at once
discovered the ruse. But in order that
he might not betray his ignorance he
did not dare to inquire who the wise
and powerful knight was, but trusted
to his mother, who had magic power,
to find him out. Therefore the magi
cian mother put them all in the same
bedroom for the night, she concealing
herself in the room, too.
The guests lay down, when one of
them remarked with great satisfac
tion, "By Jove! what a good cellar the
king hasl" "His wine is good indeed,"
said another, "because there is human
blood mixed in it." The magician
mother noted from which bed the
sound carnc. and when all were asleep
sho cut off a lock from the knight
in question and crept out of the room
unnoticed. Then she informed her
son bow he could recognize the true
hero. The guests got up next morning,
but our man soon noticed that he was
marked, and to thwart the design of
every one of the knights out off a lock.
Tbey sat down to dinner and the king
was not ablf to recognize the hero.
The next night the king's mother
again stole into the bedroom, and this
time a knight exclaimed, "By Jove!
what good bread the Tartar has!" "It's
very good, indeed," Paid another, "be
cause there is magic milk in it." When
they went to sleep she cut oft the
end of the mustache from the knight
who slept in the bed whence the voice
came and made this sign known to her
Hon. But the knights were more on
their guard than before, and, having ,
discovered what the sign was, each of
them cut off as much from his niu«
taehe as the knight who was marked,
and so once more ttie king could not
distinguish between them.
The third night the old woman again
hid herself, when one of the knights re
marked, "By Jove! what a handsome
man the king Is!" "He is handsome
indeed, because he has a fairy for his
mother," uaid another. When they
went to sleep she made a scratch on
the visor of the knight who spoke last
and told her son. Next morning the
king saw that all visors were marked
alike. At last the monarch took cour
age and Hpoke thus: "I can see that
there is a cleverer man among you
than I am, and that's why I am M much
more anxious to Know him. 1 pray
therefore that he make himself known,
so that I may see him and make the
acquaintance of the only living man
who wishes to be wiser and more pow
erful than I."
The lad stepped forward and said, "I
did not wish to be wiser or more power
ful than you, but I only carried out
what you bade me to do. lam the one
who has been marked for the last three
"Very well, my lad," said the king.
"Xow, l wish you to prove your words.
TfH mi\ then, how it is possible there
'.hi be human blood in my wine? - '
"('all your cup bearer, your tn*£e*ty,
ami lie will explain to you." <*ai«l th«
lail. The official appeared hastily and
told the king: how, when filling thy
tankards with the wine in question, he
had out his finger with his knife, and
thus the blood got in the wine.
Ah the kin;? su\v how the lad eeuM
answer all questions put before him he
waa, not able to keep his temper any
longer and cried in great rage: "I
can not stand the presence of a. man
who is my equal; either he or I will
die. Defend yourself, lad!" And with
these words he flashed his sword and
dashed at the lad. But in doing- so l,t
accidentally slipped and fell and tti o
lad's life was saved. Before the former
had time to get on his feet the lad
pierced him through.
Then all the knights returned home
and the lad told the king what had
happened. He said: "These things that
have happened I went through in my
dream, but I could not divulge my
secret beforehand or eIM it would not
have been fulfilled." The king em
braced the lad and presented to him
his daughter and half of his kingdom.
Perhaps they still live in happin.
day if they have not died sin* c.

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