Somewhere I have heard that there were once three sisters, whose mother
went to town to buy them dresses. On her way back to the village she
sat down by a fountain to rest.
"Tush!" exclaimed she, remembering that she had forgotten to buy a
dress for her youngest daughter.
Suddenly an old man came out from the fountain, and standing before
the woman, said:
"My name is Tush; why did you call me?"
"I did not call you," said the woman, "I exclaimed, 'Tush!' because
I had forgotten to buy a dress for my youngest daughter."
"Go, bring her," said the old man, "and call on me again; I will give
her a dress."
The woman went and brought her daughter to the fountain. As soon as she
uttered the word "Tush!" the old man came out. He took the maiden into
the fountain and never came back, in spite of the repeated exclamations
of the woman, who tired of repeating, "Tush! Tush!" At last she gave up
hope, and going home mourned the wonderful disappearance of her pretty
daughter. After one or two months she went again to the fountain and
uttered the word "Tush!" The old man came out, and seeing the woman
he turned toward the fountain, saying:
"Halloo! son, your mother-in-law has come to call on her
daughter. Won't you send her out?"
"Certainly," said a voice from within. "I will send her to pay a
visit to her mother, as is the custom."
In a few minutes the anxious mother saw her daughter come out from
the fountain dressed as a beautiful bride, and she took her home.
"Mamma," said the bride, "give me a separate room; my husband told
me that he will come to me every night."
The mother gave her a separate room. The bridegroom visited her every
night in the shape of a partridge. He used to come after nightfall,
and flapping his wings, perch on the window ledge. She opened the
window and took him in. Every morning the partridge flew away before
dawn. Her two sisters, envious of the happiness of their youngest
sister, brought razors and nailed them around the window. At nightfall
the partridge came flying, and when he was perching on the window
he struck his wings against the razors, which wounded his body in
several places. He was hardly able to fly back to his fountain, and
there he was confined to his bed. He vowed to be revenged upon his
bride, who he thought had put the razors on the window. The bride,
seeing that the partridge did not come for five or six days, went
with her mother to the fountain.
"Tush!" they called, and lo! the old man came out, and turning to
the fountain, exclaimed:
"Son, your bride and mother-in-law have come."
"Oh! oh!" cried the partridge from within, "I do not want such a
bride. I beseech you, put on your eagle's suit, take her to the
seventh heaven, and thence cast her to the torrid desert."
Father Tush at once changed himself into an eagle, and carried the
bride away and cast her to the sandy desert. There she fell upon the
sand, but did not die.
"O Heaven!" exclaimed the maiden, "what have I done to deserve such
treatment."
She wandered about in the desert without knowing where to go. At
nightfall she buried herself in the sand to sleep. Soon there came two
conjurers, who sat down near her. They conjured, and lo! innumerable
great serpents gathered around them. They sat in council, inquired of
each other, and prepared remedies for a thousand and one diseases. For
razor cuts they devised this remedy: "Wash the patient with the first
milk from the breasts of a woman, and put upon the wounds the dried
blood taken from a young woman's veins. On the third application the
patient will be healed."
The maiden, who was listening to them attentively, kept that remedy
in mind, and on the following morning started for her husband's
fountain. After a long journey, she came to her own country, begged
from the village women a mother's first milk, and opening one of her
own veins, got some blood which she dried in the sun. She then went
to the fountain disguised as a lad.
"Tush!" she exclaimed, and the old man came out.
"What do you want?" said he.
"I am a doctor," she said; "I had forgotten to get some of my medicines
in the village, therefore I said 'Tush.'"
The old man went in and informed his son that there was a human doctor
on the fountain.
"Bring him in," said the lad, "let us see if he can administer some
remedy to my wounds."
The maiden went in, and after an examination said:
"I can heal you within three days."
She washed him with the milk and put the dried blood on the wounds,
and on the third day the lad was healed.
"What do you want me to pay you?" said the lad.
"I do not want anything," said the maiden; "I wish you only to remember
my name."
"What is it?" asked the lad.
"Incense-Tree is my name," answered the maiden.
"Ah!" exclaimed the lad, "that is my wife's name."
"I am your wife," said she, throwing away her masculine attire.
She fell on his neck sobbing, and told him how without a fault she
was. They loved each other thereafter, and are still living in that
deep fountain.
Three apples fell from heaven; one for me, one for the story-teller,
and one for him who entertained the company.