CHAPTER VII.

THE PIGMY QUEEN; A FAIRY TALE.--THE LANDLORD'S DAUGHTER'S STORY.

Once upon a time--I think, in Germany, grandmother said that it

happened; but I am not quite sure; perhaps it never happened at all; but

if it did, it was very far off, and a long time ago, that there lived a

very wicked king, who, to increase his power, had leagued himself with

the evil one, and used to practise witchcraft. All sorts of witches and

wizards were encouraged at his court, and the land soon became

unsufferable. Many wealthy citizens being persecuted by the malice of

these creatures, fled the country.

It happened one day, however, in the very midst of his crimes, that the

bad king died, and was succeeded by his son, who proved in every respect

the very reverse of his father. He was a good man, of a peaceful and

amiable disposition, and who had received an education far superior to

that given generally to the laity at that time.

He had married lately a foreign princess of great wit and beauty, and on

ascending the throne his first act was to rid his realm of all the

witches and wizards which had infested it in his father's time. He

threatened with death all those who should be found in the land after

ten days.

These tidings were received with murmurs of disapprobation by all these

wicked people, who would fain have wrought a charm upon the king to kill

him, if they could; but the king, being a good man, was under the

protection of the good fairies. Nevertheless, the populace were

delighted at this determination of their monarch's, having known nothing

but oppression and persecution under the reign of the late king.

A few days after the good king had given out his stern edict he was

seated on his throne, with his consort beside him, when he was informed

that a poor woman without desired to speak with him.

The king, ever open to compassion, imagining it to be some poor widow

oppressed by an unfeeling and dishonest tyrant, who sought redress for

her wrongs, ordered her to be admitted into his presence. The guards

accordingly made way for her, and a wild, ragged, squalid, and

malignant-looking beldame prostrated herself at the monarch's feet.

"O king," she pleaded, "thou who art great and mighty, have mercy on the

poor and houseless, and cease to persecute those that do thee no harm.

Know that I am queen of the witches, a race much patronised by thy late

father of blessed memory, and who were accounted worthy to dine at his

table and be his constant companions."

To which the good king replied, "My father's reign is over. Another and

more virtuous king now rules the land. My father encouraged the evil, I

the good. Ye have heard our order; our word is irrevocable."

Then the hag prostrated herself before the queen, and begged with much

fervour that she should intercede with the king for her, that he might

milden her sentence.

But the queen replied, "I have no other will than that of my husband,

whose sole desire it is to benefit his country by exterminating the

wicked. If I granted your request I should be an enemy to my country."

Then the witch queen, rising to her feet and standing erect, spake to

the queen and said, "For this inclemency I curse both thee and thy

husband; and thy firstborn daughter whom thou shall shortly bring into

the world shall be a dwarf, and shall know much tribulation."

At these words the queen was seized with great grief, and the king's ire

being roused, he commanded his guards to conduct the hag from his

presence. Hardly had she departed when a bright light filled the palace

and the queen of the fairies appeared in a chariot drawn by butterflies,

and assured the king and queen that the blessings they should enjoy as a

reward for not granting the witch's request should counterbalance the

curses of the witch.

"Alas!" cried her majesty, "then the witch's curse cannot be annulled?"

"Not entirely," quoth the fairy queen, "but it can be so modified that

you shall feel it but little. The witch has declared that your daughter

shall be a dwarf, and dwarf she shall be; and that, too, of so

diminutive a stature, as not to exceed a span in height. Nevertheless, I

will bequeath to her extraordinary beauty and talents, and she shall

reign long over a contented people. Great adventures she will have to go

through first, but her good judgement will cause her to surmount all

obstacles. Furthermore, ye shall have nothing to regret during your

lifetime than that your daughter's stature is not equal to that of other

mortals."

With these words the good fairy disappeared.

In due time the queen was brought to bed of a female child, so tiny that

it was hardly the length of the first joint of the queen's forefinger,

but withal of such surprising beauty that the fame thereof spread

throughout all the land.

The child grew and increased each day in beauty, until it reached its

full growth of one span in height.

About a year after the birth of the young princess the queen was again

confined of twins, both girls, rosy and healthy of the average size of

babes.

As the three sisters grew up their mother did her best to instruct them

in those duties which should fit them for good princesses, as well as

good wives and mothers, when a fever then raging through the

land--probably part of the witch's curse--carried off the good king and

queen almost at the same time, when the eldest princess was scarce

eighteen, and the three children were left in charge of a guardian.

Now, as there was no male issue, the Princess Bertha (the name of the

firstborn) had every right to the throne. This she knew, nor ever deemed

that her right would be disputed; but her younger sisters, who were

neither so good nor so beautiful as their elder one, were suddenly

seized with envy, and began to plot together in what manner they could

secure the crown for themselves. They had never loved their sister nor

each other, but they both agreed that the rightful heiress was to be

deposed, while each of the twin sisters vaunted herself most fit to

govern the country.

Neither of them had the least intention of yielding the crown to the

other, though both saw the necessity of wresting it from the lawful

heiress, as they said it would be absurd to permit such a farce as a

dwarf queen to rule over them. Now, this led to a very hot discussion,

which the Princess Bertha, who was concealed from them in some nook in

the chamber, happened to overhear.

This envy of her sisters grieved her very much. She herself was not

ambitious, and had her sisters been good to her, she would willingly

have ceded the crown to them, but seeing their envy, her just

indignation was roused, and she was determined not to be thrust aside

because she was little of stature, so striding majestically up to them,

and drawing herself up to the full extent of her tiny height, she

angrily accosted them.

"How is it, sisters, that envy has filled your hearts, and that ye

meditate an act of injustice? Know ye not that I am your lawful

sovereign? The crown is mine; I will yield it to no one."

"Pooh!" cried both the sisters, with a laugh; "you could not wear it."

"No matter," said Bertha. "I will have one made on purpose."

"You!" answered one of the sisters. "Shall we have a dwarf to reign over

us?"

"What has my stature to do with my lawful right to the crown?" quoth the

elder. "Think you that I am an idiot as well as a dwarf? Have I not

abilities equal to yours--nay, superior. Come, don't let me hear any

more of this silly bickering, or I shall find means to punish you both."

These big words, proceeding from such a small body, and from one, too,

who had never showed herself of an imperious disposition, but had

hitherto allowed herself to be trampled upon and set at nought by them

without a murmur, half-startled the twin sisters, and half-provoked

their mirth.

They were enraged at such words being used towards them by one whom they

thought fit to despise, and knew not what to answer, so they only looked

at one another.

Now, there was something in that look which told Bertha that her sisters

would make very little to-do about silencing her for ever, if she did

not remain quiet; and being so small a personage, to murder her and

conceal the murder would be a matter of small difficulty, so she

prudently withdrew. But no time was to be lost; one of her sisters might

be proclaimed queen if she did not engage the people on her side. So,

wending her tiny steps to the foot of the palace stairs, she hid herself

behind the hall door.

Now, in the hall were two serving men, who were discussing as to which

of the twin sisters should wear the crown.

"Of course," said one, "the poor little dwarf princess won't have a

chance."

"Why not?" said the other. "She is the firstborn."

"True," said the first; "if she had her rights, but you'll find that

some day she will be found missing, and not likely to turn up again."

"What! you don't mean to say that----"

"Hush!" said the other, putting his finger to his lips.

Now, the Princess Bertha had heard enough of this conversation to make

her wary, and perceiving that one of the serving men had his hat on and

appeared about to leave the palace, she managed to creep unseen behind

his chair, and climbed up into his pocket. Shortly afterwards the

serving man rose up to go, and left the palace.

Then the pigmy princess, whilst snugly ensconced in the man's pocket as

he walked along the street, began to reflect what should be her next

step.

"Within the palace," she said to herself, "all is scheming and envy. I

am easily put out of the way when they once get me. I must escape far

from the palace and put myself under the protection of the people. At

any rate, I'll first have a peep at the world without."

So, thrusting her little head out of the man's pocket, she looked to the

right and the left, and found herself in the middle of a large square.

There was a great crowd of people, who were looking at a puppet show.

The serving man whose pocket she was in also stood still to look. She,

too, seized with curiosity, strained her head out of the pocket to take

a peep at the puppets.

A play was being acted in which two puppet knights were fighting for the

love of a fair lady. A sudden thought struck her. She would join the

puppets and mix in the play; it would be a way of showing herself to the

public. So she stole out of the serving man's pocket, and taking

advantage of the people's absorbing interest in the play, crept

stealthily over their feet, till she came to a box full of puppets on

the ground. The uppermost puppet in the box was a lady, gaily attired,

probably the very lady for whom the puppet knights were fighting, so she

laid herself over the body of the doll, so as to be taken by the man

when he wanted her, instead of the usual puppet.

The very next moment the showman, who now had to bring the lady on the

scene, reached down his hand without looking, and seizing the princess

in lieu of the wooden doll, brought her upon the stage.

"Cease your broils," shouted the pigmy princess in her tiny voice. "Is

it thus that noble knights waste their precious blood for the love of a

woman? Is not the love of a woman at her own disposal--to be granted to

the man she pleases? Will she necessarily love the victor, or will he

have the arrogance to think that he can conquer her heart as he could

conquer a foe? Cease, madmen, and spare your blood to grace the

battlefield, or to defend the rights of woman. Ye are not too plentiful,

my noble knights. The realm has much need of ye.

"Wrongs enough ye have to redress. What say ye to the grievous wrong

they are trying to do the Princess Bertha, by pushing her aside, who is

the firstborn, because they deem her too small to take her own part? But

ye noble knights, who love justice, will assert her claim to the crown

throughout the kingdom, and defeat the insolent champions hired by her

envious sisters, who would defraud their own royal sovereign.

"Proclaim throughout the land that ye will have none other to rule over

you but the rightful heiress--the Princess Bertha."

After the princess's harangue, the showman, who had long dropped the

other puppets in amazement, believing that none other than a fairy trod

his stage, stood with his eyes and mouth wide open, knowing not what to

do. The spectators were in ecstasies at so beautiful and so

natural-looking a puppet, while the crowd increased ten-fold.

The serving man in whose pocket Bertha had hidden herself had never seen

the princess, for he was not one of the servants of the palace; besides

which, the diminutive princess was usually hidden from the vulgar gaze,

the family being rather ashamed of her than otherwise; but one among the

crowd, who happened to have seen the princess once or twice on rare

occasions at the palace, cried out, "By my troth, that is the Princess

Bertha herself, and none other! How comes it that she is made a puppet

of in this man's vile show? Citizens, I arrest this man for high

treason!"

The little princess, seeing the showman in danger, said to the

gentleman, "No, worthy sir; do this man no harm, seeing I came here by

my own free will, without his knowledge, for the purpose of making the

country acquainted with its future sovereign."

The gentleman pushed his way through the crowd, and was about to lay his

hand on the princess to bring her back to the palace, when a monkey near

at hand, also the property of the showman, and who happened at that

moment to be loose, seized the diminutive princess in his arms, and

clambering up the side of a house by the water spout, was soon out of

sight.

Now, when the news of this catastrophe reached the palace, the twin

princesses were delighted that harm was likely to befall their elder

sister, so that their right to the throne might be no longer disputed;

nevertheless they ordered a strict search to be made for the body of the

little princess.

Two parties, each headed by one of the princesses, started in different

directions to search for the missing sister, but for a long time nothing

was heard of her. Wearied at length with long search, the Princess

Clothilde, one of the twins, gave out to her followers that she had

found the body of her elder sister, but that it was so far decayed that

she could not permit anyone to see it; so, making believe to wrap up the

body of the princess with a handkerchief, she carried it under her cloak

and returned to the city, shedding false tears as she went.

Having arrived at the palace, she ordered a coffin to be made just large

enough to contain the corpse she was supposed to have found, and when it

was ready she filled it with rubbish and ordered it to be interred with

due honours.

Now, at that time there were two factions, one voting for the Princess

Clothilde and another for her sister Carlotta. It was decided,

therefore, that each should choose a champion, and she whose champion

should prove victorious should rule the land.

Great were the preparations for this grand spectacle. Two stalwart

knights, the stoutest and the ablest that the land could produce, each

of whom had gained great reputation for feats of arms, faced each other

to decide their cause. The day had arrived for the combat, and the

jousts were crowded with all the great people of the land. The

combatants appeared, and charged at each other furiously, but the good

fairies who had already prophesied that the Princess Bertha should

reign, willed not that either of the champions should win, and they

caused a thick mist to rise between them, by which means they could

neither of them see the other; nor was the sound of their horses' hoofs

audible.

The spectators, finding that nothing could be decided on that day, went

away discontented, and the fight was deferred till the next day. Again

the combatants appeared in the lists, and no obstacle seemed likely to

interfere with the combat; but at the moment they commenced to charge at

one another the good fairies, through their art, rendered their horses

so ungovernable that each knight had enough to do to preserve his seat,

and this continued all day.

A second time the spectators were disappointed, but they insisted upon

the champions making a third trial. The third day arrived, but with no

better success, for this time the fairies struck both knights and both

horses with paralysis, so that neither could move an inch, but stood

looking at each other all day, like two fools.

At first the people laughed at so droll a sight, but at length getting

impatient, they heaped showers of abuse upon the two champions, calling

them fools and cowards to be afraid of one another. Other champions at

length took the place of the former, but the good fairies again

interfered, using all sorts of impediments, so that neither could

vanquish the other, and this lasted for many days, until the people

despaired of ever witnessing a fight again.

Let us now return to the Princess Bertha. The fright that she

experienced at finding herself in the grasp of this horrid monkey caused

her to swoon away but on recovering her senses she found herself on the

top of a tree in the midst of a forest, still in the monkey's grasp. It

was out of her power to escape, so she thought she would try and

ingratiate herself with her captor, so she said, "Good monkey, do me no

harm, for I am a king's daughter and the rightful heiress to the crown.

When I am queen I will grant you any boon you ask."

"Agreed," said the monkey; "I will hold you to your promise, for I am

not a common monkey, but an enchanted prince, forced to wear this

loathsome form through the malice of the witch queen in the reign of the

late king, because I would not wed her daughter."

"Alas! poor monkey," said the princess, "and how long art thou doomed to

wander about the earth in this disguise?"

"Until the death of the witch queen," said the monkey, "when I shall

resume my customary shape."

"Ah," said the princess, "there is then hope that I may yet attain to

the stature of my fellow mortals, for I, too, am under her curse."

While thus discoursing together a passer-by, perceiving the monkey in

the tree, but without seeing the princess, aimed a stone at the poor ape

with such force on the back of its head, that it fell senseless to the

foot of the tree. The princess deeming the animal dead, grieved much for

it, and called after the man who threw the stone, scolding him; but her

tiny voice was unheard, and the man was already far off.

Left alone on the top of a tree in the middle of a forest, what could

she do? She began to look around her, and on the next branch she saw a

crow hatching her eggs.

"Good crow," she said, "I am a king's daughter, have pity on me and

carry me on thy back to a stream, for I thirst."

"I will carry you thus far," said the crow, "if you promise to grant me

a boon when you wear the crown, for I am not a common crow, but an

enchanted queen suffering under the evil spell of the queen of the

witches."

When the princess had promised to grant her request the crow suffered

her to mount on her back, and away she flew till she came to a winding

stream, where she left the princess, saying, "I must now return to my

eggs."

The princess having quenched her thirst, began to reflect upon the step

she should next take. She knew not which way to wander, and did not care

much, as long as it was far away from her sisters. She knew that the

good fairies protected her, and believed in their promise that she

should be queen. Whatever hardships she might have to encounter she made

up her mind were for her good. All day long she wandered by the side of

the stream, over the rough stones, with her tiny feet, subsisting on

berries and roots, and thus she wandered for some days without

adventure.

At length, one day, having arrived at the top of a high cliff which

overhung a lake, and which she had ascended to see the country that lay

before her, her dress caught in a thicket, and she heard the sound of

horses' hoofs behind her. It happened on that day that her two sisters

had joined a hunting party and passed by in that direction.

The rest of the party passed over without observing her, but her sister

Clothilde, who was behind the rest, suddenly caught sight of the little

princess's shining robe, and dismounting, came up to her, saying, "So I

have found thee at last, minx; but think not to live to prove my tale

false," and with that she spurned her pigmy sister with her foot, so

that she fell over the cliff.

A stone which she dislodged at the same time fell into the water with a

splash, and Clothilde, fancying that it was her sister who caused the

splash, and that she was now hidden for ever at the bottom of the lake,

rode off, rejoicing that she had rid herself so cleverly of her hated

rival.

But the Princess Bertha, instead of falling into the water, was caught

half-way in the web of an enormous spider, who made towards her as if to

devour her; but she said, "Good spider, harm me not for I am a king's

daughter, and when I am queen I will grant thee whatsoever boon thou

askest."

"I will remember thy promise," said the spider, "for I am no common

spider, but an enchanted prince, and a victim to the malice of the witch

queen."

Thereupon the spider seized her gently with its legs, and letting out

its thread, descended carefully with her to the bottom of the cliff.

Then the spider left her, and she was once more alone on the brink of

the lake.

Presently she heard the sound of a woodcutter's axe on the opposite bank

of the lake. She would speak with the woodcutter, and tell him her tale;

perhaps he could help her, but how was she to cross? She looked around

for a moment, and saw some water lilies. One of the leaves was detached

and seemed floating slowly on by itself. This she managed to reach, and

it was sufficiently strong to support her light form; then, spreading

out the scarf that covered her shoulders towards the wind for a sail,

she was slowly wafted to the opposite shore.

Now, as she was about to land, it happened that her foot slipped and she

fell into the water, uttering a slight scream. The woodcutter, who was

resting from his work, had his eyes fixed on the lake, and perceived

with surprise the pigmy princess sailing towards the shore. When,

therefore, he heard the scream, small as it was, he rushed down the bank

and seized her slight form in his huge hand. The princess, however, was

already insensible, but the good man wrung her clothes dry and kept her

in his bosom until she should recover. Now, during her swoon the queen

of the fairies appeared to her in a dream, and told her that the

woodcutter was the man she was destined to marry and to go at once with

him to a cave hard by where lived a holy hermit, whom she had already

commissioned to marry them.

Then, leaving her a magic wand which changed any object she touched into

whatever she pleased, she disappeared, enjoining her to use her own

judgement in everything.

Upon this she awoke, and found herself still in the woodcutter's bosom.

Now, the woodcutter was a young man of a stature approaching the

gigantic, immensely powerful, but very ugly, very clumsy, and very

stupid. At the first sight of him the princess recoiled, and could not

make up her mind to take him for a husband; but then she thought that

the fairies must know best what was for her good, so she reversed the

generally received order of etiquette and made him a proposal of

marriage.

The young man simpered, scratched his head, and looked very sheepish;

but having heard the princess's story, and being assured by her that the

fairies had ordained it so, he turned away his head, blushed, and

accepted her.

Then the princess, finding the magic wand beside her, waved it over her

head, and instantly converted the peasant's ragged clothes into a suit

of mail, his axe into a lance, a knife that he wore at his side into a

sword; while the tree that he had just felled, she converted into a

magnificent charger. She then bade him mount and place her within his

helmet, close to his ear, so that she could give him any instructions

that might be necessary without being observed by anyone.

Then asking Hans (which was the name of the transformed woodcutter)

whether he knew where the hermit lived whom the fairy had mentioned, and

receiving an answer in the affirmative, she bade him put spurs to his

horse, and in a short time they arrived at the mouth of the cave. The

recluse rose to meet the man in armour.

"Good day, fair son," quoth the holy man. "What would'st thou of me?"

"Holy father," said the knight, "I have come to get married."

"And the fair bride?" asked the hermit.

"She is with me."

"With thee! I see her not."

"Here, holy father, here," cried the princess, emerging from the helmet

of Hans. "I am the Princess Bertha, and have been commanded by the

fairies in a dream to call at thy cell with my betrothed that we may be

joined together in holy matrimony."

"I know it, O illustrious princess," said the hermit, with deep

reverence; "and doubt not that I shall discharge my duty. May it please

your royal highness to enter the abode of the humble?"

"Dismount!" cried Bertha in the ear of her betrothed, suddenly, as if to

wake him up, for the simple youth looked as if he intended to remain on

the horse's back all day.

Hans dismounted clumsily, and nearly tripped himself up with his pointed

iron toes.

"Now, then, tie up the horse to a tree and enter the cave, and don't

look such a fool," said the princess.

Hans entered the cave, and placed himself in front of the rude altar,

having unclasped his helmet and deposited his bride on a large stone

near.

The hermit lit candles, opened the mass-book, and the ceremony began. As

the moment for putting on of the ring drew near, a faint and distant

music, together with a perfume like incense, seemed to fill the cave.

Then followed a bright sunbeam, through which swam troops of fairies.

Then the distant sound of trumpets was heard, and the troop made way for

the chariot of the fairy queen, who, stepping out of her car of

mother-of-pearl and precious stones, and standing upon a cloud of

incense, handed Hans the wedding ring, and bestowed a benediction on the

happy pair.

It was no easy task for Hans' clumsy fingers to place so small a ring

upon so tiny a finger, but at length by the aid of a needle brought to

him for the purpose he accomplished the feat, and the marriage ceremony

over, the knight and the lady rode off in the same fashion as before.

Now, it may be thought by some, perhaps, that these two were ill

matched, but that only shows how the whole world may be deceived by

appearances, for they were most admirably mated. It is true they had

little in common with each other, but for that very reason in this case,

at least, they pulled well together. Bertha was physically weak, but

then Hans was strong. Hans was as stupid as an owl, but the princess was

as clear sighted as an eagle and as cunning as a fox. Bertha possessed

the brains and Hans the brawny arm. Each was a type of those two items

which go to make up the most perfect human being--mind and matter.

In this case the husband was not the head of the wife, but the wife the

head of the husband, and a very clear little head it was, too. The

princess was ever concealed in her husband's helmet, close to his ear,

to give him sage councils, which he, as you shall hear farther on, often

had occasion to put into practise by his superior physical strength.

The world would have chosen for Hans some rough daughter of the soil, as

stupid as himself, and as nearly as possible of his own dimensions; but

this sort of wife, however well she might have suited Hans in his former

contented existence, would never have raised him into the hero that he

afterwards became.

The humble woodcutter, beneath his rough exterior, had hidden seeds of

greatness which were destined to be developed in a new soil. Our knight

and his lady did not profess to love each other very much, just because

they were married; indeed, how should they upon so short an

acquaintance; but that was not necessary, for love is one thing and

marriage another, as all the world knows. Enough, that each had need of

the other at present.

Now, the first thing to be done was to ride to the city, and for Hans to

proclaim the right of the Princess Bertha to the throne; and should any

other champion come forward for either of the twin princesses, it was

meet that they should do battle for their cause.

"Therefore, Hans," said the princess, "ride quickly to the town, and

proclaim my rights. Pass over yonder hill where stands a ruined castle."

"Let us not pass thither, fair princess," said Hans, "for yon castle is

inhabited by a terrible wizard, who has lived here since the reign of

your highness's grandsire, who, you will have heard, rather encouraged

these sort of people than otherwise, and whom no power can force to flee

the country, for as soon as the king's guards approach the castle he

enchants them into rocks and fir trees."

"Oh, oh! we will see about that," said the Princess Bertha. "So this man

is a dangerous character. I do not intend to allow any dangerous person

when I am queen. Come, we must subdue this man."

"But----" remonstrated Hans.

"But me no buts, Sir Shaveling," quoth the princess, "but do my bidding.

Must I lend thee courage as well as wit? Onward, I say."

Hans could ill brook being called a coward, and that, too, by a

woman--such a little woman, too--so, crossing himself, he put spurs to

his horse and ascended the hill till he arrived at the gate of the

castle.

"What do _you_ want?" said the wizard, suddenly making his appearance at

the window.

"Say," said the princess in the ear of her husband, "that you have come

in the name of the Princess Bertha, our future queen, to bid him flee

the country."

Hans cried out in a loud voice as he was instructed by his spouse. The

wizard answered with a loud laugh, and descended the staircase.

Now, the princess knew that evil charms availed not against good ones,

so, touching her husband with her wand, she thus made him proof against

any magic power of the wizard.

"Wait a bit," said the magician, descending; "you will be no harder task

to manage than the rest have been, I'll warrant," and he proceeded to

draw a circle on the ground and to mumble a spell.

"Enough of this mummery," said Hans, at the instigation of the princess.

"Prepare to leave the country at once, or you die."

"These words to _me_, you churl!" cried the wizard, pale with rage.

"Dost know who I am?"

"I know, and I defy you--both your arms and your spells."

Then the wizard, mortified at finding that his charm failed upon Hans,

entered his castle in great wrath, put on his armour, and came forth

mounted on a black charger with fiery eyes, and ran at Hans furiously

with his lance, but the lance was shivered into splinters against the

magical armour of Hans.

The wizard then seized his two-handed sword, and Hans seizing his, a

terrific combat ensued. At length Hans smote off the wizard's head at a

blow, and the bleeding carcase dropped from the saddle. At the death of

the wizard his fiery charger was instantly changed into a fir tree, and

his castle into a rock.

"On this spot," said Bertha, "I will erect my palace," and waving her

wand over the rock, a magnificent palace arose where had stood the

ruined castle of the wizard, made of gold, silver and precious stones,

with windows, each pane of which was a sheet of diamond.

Hans had hardly recovered his surprise at his unexpected victory over

the wizard, when he turned his head and observed the magnificent palace

that the princess had magically erected. He stood aghast, with his eyes

and his mouth wide open, and seemed beside himself with amazement.

"Onward, you fool; don't stand gaping there; onward towards the town."

Hans clapped spurs to his horse, and halted not until he arrived at the

gate of the city.

Then entering, he stood in the middle of a large square where there was

a great crowd of people, and receiving instructions from the princess,

called out to the populace: "I proclaim the Princess Bertha the rightful

heiress to the crown. Whoever would depose her and set another on the

throne in her stead, let him come forth and do battle."

Then some of the crowd cried out, "The Princess Bertha is dead; we have

seen her funeral. Who art thou, that speakest so boldly?"

"I am the champion of the Princess Bertha, eldest daughter of the late

king, and whosoever says that she is dead, lies."

So saying, he lifted his tiny spouse from his helmet with finger and

thumb, and showed her to the people. Then a great commotion arose. There

were some among them who recognised the princess, and admitted her right

to the throne. Others said nay; that it was a puppet, and voted for the

Princess Clothilde. Others, again, shouted for the Princess Carlotta.

Presently the two first champions appeared who had fought together--one

for Clothilde, and the other for Carlotta, and they both called out, "We

ignore your Princess Bertha, for it is well known that she is dead. In

vain you exhibit your dwarf or puppet, for we have seen her funeral."

"Then," said Hans, at the dictation of Bertha, "it is false; the body

was never found, but one of her intriguing sisters, anxious to usurp the

crown, gave out to her followers that she had found the body, and

ordered a mock funeral."

"Thou liest, thou liest!" shouted the two knights, both at once.

"Let it be put to the proof," said Hans. "Let the coffin be

disinterred, and if the body be found therein I will lose my head on the

spot where I stand; but if the body of the princess be not found

therein, then shall ye, the champions of the two usurpers, lose _your_

heads."

"It would be sacrilege to disturb the dead," said the knights. "We

cannot agree to the proposition."

But the people called out, "It is well said; 'tis a fair trial."

The two knights began to remonstrate, but their voices were drowned by

the herd, who wished the matter settled by the disinterment of the body.

When the commotion had ceased a little Hans lifted up his voice, and

said to the multitude, being instructed, as usual, by his spouse, "It is

the pleasure of the Princess Bertha, whom you now see before you, that

she be taken instantly to the presence of the arch-priest of this city,

who has known her well from infancy, and who baptised her. He, as you

all know, citizens, is a man of good repute. Should he recognise the

Princess Bertha, let her have her rights; but if he says it is another

like to her, let the coffin of the supposed defunct be opened publicly,

that all may be satisfied."

"Sacrilege, sacrilege!" cried the knights.

"No, no!" cried the populace; "the stranger knight has well said. It is

most fair. To the arch-priest, to the arch-priest!"

The crowd made room for Hans, and conducted him to the palace of the

arch-priest. When the good man saw this great crowd in front of his

palace he came out to demand the reason, and was informed that the

Princess Bertha, whom all believed to be dead, had returned to the city

with a champion who was ready to maintain her right to the crown,

provided that the arch-priest himself, who knew her well, should testify

to her identity.

"Show me this champion," said the priest.

Hans then rode up, and holding in his hand the diminutive princess,

placed her in the hands of the arch-priest.

The crowd pressed hard together while the aged priest took out his

spectacles and examined the tender form minutely.

"In good sooth," he exclaimed, "it is the Princess Bertha and none

other. My fair princess, what treachery has been at work to deprive thee

of thy rights?"

"You know me then, holy father?"

"Know thee, daughter," quoth the old man, tenderly. "Methinks it were

difficult to make a mistake."

"You hear then, O people," cried the little princess, straining her

feeble voice to its utmost pitch, till it resembled the squeaking of a

fife; "you hear that the venerable arch-priest has recognised me."

"Ay, ay, your royal highness; long life to you, and welcome to the

throne!" cried the populace.

Then a great cheering arose.

"Long live the Princess Bertha, our rightful queen!"

But some of the faction for the Princess Clothilde called out, "It is

false; she is dead and buried, we will not be imposed upon by this man

and his dwarf."

"The arch-priest recognises her," cried others. "The arch-priest dotes;

he is mistaken," cried they for the Princess Clothilde.

"Let the coffin of the princess be exhumed!" cried the crowd, and they

appealed to the priest, who consented that the coffin should be opened

in the presence of all the people.

"Where is the undertaker?" cried one of the crowd.

"Here!" cried a voice.

"Let him come forward."

Then the crowd made room for the undertaker, and one amongst them asked

him if he had placed the late princess in the coffin with his own hands.

He replied in the negative.

"Who closed the coffin, then?" asked the former questioner.

"The Princess Clothilde herself," answered the undertaker.

"That seems suspicious," said another; "she also is said to have found

the body, which she concealed in her cloak and allowed nobody to see."

"Because," answered one of the faction, for Clothilde, "because the

body, being already in an advanced state of decay, she was unwilling to

make a disgusting exhibition of the remains of her sister, who she so

dearly loved. We are witnesses of her emotion upon finding her sister's

body."

"It is false," cried Hans; "the Princess Clothilde is a hypocrite and an

usurper, and has plotted to obtain the crown for herself."

"Treason, treason!" cried the faction for Clothilde. But those in favour

of the Princess Bertha applauded the words of Hans, and cried out, "We

shall see if the remains be in the coffin."

After waiting some little time longer, the coffin was exhumed and given

into the hands of the arch-priest, who, standing upon the balcony of his

palace, opened the coffin with his penknife in the presence of all the

crowd, and found therein nothing but cinders, which he emptied into the

street below.

"I hope now, citizens, you are convinced that foul play is at the bottom

of it all," said the old priest.

"Ay," cried the crowd, "most vile treachery--down with the Princess

Clothilde; we will have none to reign over us but the Princess Bertha."

"Stay a moment," shouted the champion for the Princess Clothilde. "What

was there in the coffin if not the body of the Princess Bertha?"

"Nothing but dust and ashes," answered the arch-priest.

"A sign that decomposition has already taken place," responded the

former. "That is no proof that the princess Bertha was not buried in the

coffin."

But the crowd laughed him to scorn, saying that it was scarce a

fortnight ago since the princess was missed, and that it was impossible

the body should have decomposed so rapidly.

The arch-priest then gave his word of honour to all present that he had

found nothing in the coffin but cinders from the grate.

One of the crowd below picked up a cinder which had fallen from the

coffin, and cried out, "The holy father speaks the truth, for the coffin

contained nothing but cinders of burnt wood."

Then the champion for the Princess Clothilde, fearing that all were

siding with Bertha, called out in a loud voice, "Long live the Princess

Clothilde!"

But the crowd hissed, and showed signs of disapprobation.

Then the other champion for her twin sister called out, "Long live the

Princess Carlotta!" but he, too, was hissed.

Then spake out Hans.

"Whoever objects to the Princess Bertha being queen, let him do battle

with me."

Hans then threw down his gauntlet, which was immediately picked up by

Clothilde's champion.

Our little princess took refuge once more in her husband's helmet, and

whispered in his ear to keep his lance steadily directed towards the

breast of his foe, and then, touching him with the wand again, she

rendered him proof against all mortal harm.

The adversaries charged together, and so violent was the shock with

which Hans came upon his foe, and so accurately did he direct his lance,

that the deadly weapon pierced through the massive breast plate of his

enemy and came out at his back.

Hans, whose natural strength was terrific, and which was increased

ten-fold by the magical touch he had received from his spouse, whirled

the dead champion at the point of his lance two or three times round his

head, and then flung the body to an incredible distance over the heads

of the crowd.

The champion of the Princess Carlotta, seeing the fate of the other

champion, would fain have drawn back, for he thought Hans could be none

other than the foul fiend himself.

But the crowd cried out to him, "Thou, too, votest for the Princess

Carlotta."

"Ay," he was constrained to say.

"Do battle for her, then," said Hans.

Carlotta's champion sullenly laid his lance in rest, and aimed at a

portion of Hans' vast body which seemed least protected; but the point

of his lance got entangled in the shirt of mail that Hans wore beneath

his plate armour without doing further injury to him, while Hans' lance

pierced through the left eye of his foe, and passing through the back of

his skull, helmet and all, pinned him to the ground, whilst his horse

galloped off through the crowd.

Now, the news of the return of their sister and the defeat of their

champions soon reached the ears of the twin princesses, who knew not how

to contain their rage; but the Princess Clothilde, the more wily and

wicked of the two, bribed her followers with large sums of money to

feign to vote for the Princess Bertha, and thus make friends with this

stranger knight, and invite him into their houses, to offer him a cup of

wine after the fatigue of the combat, which, when unobserved, she

commanded them to drug, and as soon as he was insensible he was to be

carried off to prison and loaded with chains, care being taken to secure

the Princess Bertha at the same time.

Hereupon all those who had formerly voted for the Princess Clothilde

commenced to shout, "Long live the Princess Bertha!"

But the little princess, suspecting treachery--for she recognised the

faces of the men who now shouted for her as being the same as before

shouted for her sister--warned her spouse not to receive any man's

hospitality but the arch-priest's, telling him that if he disobeyed her

command it might cost him his life.

Hans promised to obey, but when he saw so many well-dressed gentlemen of

the court come forward to offer him their congratulations and invite him

so cordially to their houses, being very simple and unsuspicious, he

forgot the warning of his spouse, though she did all in her power by

pinching and biting him to make him remember, and he accepted the

invitation of a certain lord, imagining his spouse's vehement urging to

be nothing more than the bite of a flea.

"Fool!" cried the princess, "you will ruin both yourself and me;" but

Hans paid no attention, for he was hungry and thirsty.

The great lord who had invited Hans to his mansion possessed all the

polished manners of a courtier, though he had a very black heart, and

easily working himself into Hans' affections, he locked his arm within

the arm of Hans, and led him to his home.

"May I also have the honour of entertaining Her Royal Highness the

Princess Bertha?" asked the nobleman.

"Oh, yes," said Hans in his simple manner; "she is inside my helmet.

I'll bring her, too. You see, she being small and I being large, it is

the only way we can discourse together."

"Ha! ha!" laughed the nobleman; "an original idea. By all means let me

have the honour of entertaining my princess."

Hans was charmed at the affable manners of the nobleman, and arrived at

the mansion, took a seat at the lord's table, where he was introduced to

other men of high rank, who all congratulated him on his prowess, and

expressed their delight at having made his acquaintance.

A meal was speedily prepared, and wine handed round.

"Drink not," whispered the princess. But Hans, deaf to all counsel in

the presence of so many genial companions, accepted glass after glass,

until he was in a state bordering on intoxication. Now, Hans was a good

man, and a true, but he had one small failing, which was an inclination

to tipple.

He could never refuse a good glass of wine when he was among boon

companions. He had also a most ravenous appetite, and afforded the other

guests much amusement by the clownish manner in which he devoured his

food, as well as by his brutal stupidity and broad peasant's brogue.

When the wine had loosened his tongue a little he soon informed the

nobleman of his former condition, saying he was no knight of the court,

but a humble woodcutter, and would take no notice of the signs made to

him by the princess to keep quiet (who now, by the by, was seated on the

table before him, Hans having unbuckled his helmet) but went on eating

and drinking, and chatting and laughing, in a manner ill-suited to his

dignity as champion, to say nothing of husband to the princess.

The Princess Bertha was treated with the respect due to her rank, and

was pressed to partake of something, but she refused, pleading no

appetite.

When the host observed that the wine had got into Hans' head, he

motioned to some of the guests to engage the princess in conversation

while he administered the drug.

Then, taking a paper containing a powder from his pocket, he emptied it

into a goblet of wine which he offered to Hans.

But the princess, who observed this, said to the host, "May it please

your lordship to drink first this toast--'to the prosperity of our

kingdom.'"

The nobleman looked confused, and stammered out that he hoped that Her

Royal Highness would excuse him, as he, a humble individual, could not

think of tasting the cup before so illustrious a guest.

"Then you refuse to do me this small favour, my lord?" said Bertha.

But before the host had time to reply Hans had already grasped the

goblet greedily and drained it dry. The effect was not immediate, but

after about twenty minutes Hans fell back in his chair in a state of the

most perfect insensibility.

"I am afraid," said the host, "that your Royal Highness's brave champion

has partaken a little too freely of the contents of my cellar. It is an

accident that is apt to befall the best of us. I am sorry for his state,

though I cannot but feel it a compliment to my wine."

The princess answered not save by a look of scorn. Then, fearing that

the nobleman would offer to remove her to another room while he procured

men to remove the helpless body of her spouse, as well as secure her

person, and bring her, in spite of herself, into her sister's power, who

was sure to make away with her secretly, she touched herself with her

wand, and instantly she became invisible.

The lord searched the chamber in every corner, for his first object was

to make himself master of the person of the princess, but failing in

finding her, he next began to unbuckle Hans' armour, and examined every

plate as he stripped him of it in his careful search for the tiny

princess. He grew more puzzled than ever at not finding her, and ordered

the other lordlings to search the house. This they did for an hour or

more without success, when, fearing that Hans might awaken from his

trance, he ordered a litter to be brought, upon which he securely bound

our champion.

The helpless knight was then borne upon the shoulders of four strong

men, and carried to the common prison, where he was fettered hand and

foot, and left in a dungeon, deep, damp and chilly, being in a state of

unconsciousness all the while. The princess, however, though invisible,

followed her husband. If she had chosen, she could have rendered him

also invisible, and spirited him away out of harm's reach, but she would

not.

"No," she said to herself, "let him reap the fruits of his folly. He

will learn better by experience than by my precepts. I will not come

forward to help him until the last."

Now, when Hans was left alone in his cell--that is to say, alone save

the invisible presence of his spouse--it was already getting late. The

effect of the potion was to last for five hours, during the whole of

which time--and who knew how much longer--the princess was doomed to

breathe the damp air of a dungeon and to wallow in the filth therein,

shivering with cold; without a fire, without her supper, and frightened

to death lest the large rats that infested the prison should make their

supper off her or her husband; but she recollected the wand.

The first thing she wanted was a light, for it was pitch dark, not

merely because it was night but because the dungeon was underground.

Feeling a stone at her foot, she touched it with her wand, and it became

a candle, so brilliant as to light up the whole cell perfectly; but what

should she do for a fire? There was no fireplace or stove, no place

where the smoke might escape.

"With this wand, I shall want for nothing," she said, and touching the

wall of the prison, that part of it was instantly converted into a

magnificent fireplace, with a chimney and a most comfortable fire.

She proceeded to warm herself, but soon she felt there lacked something.

She was hungry, so she touched the ground, and instantly there arose a

little table spread with a white tablecloth, and a little chair just big

enough for herself. Still, there was nothing on the table as yet, save

empty plates, with knives and forks, but at that moment she noticed a

great rat gnawing her husband's toe. She hastened to drive it away, and

in doing so touched it with her wand, when it became a roast hare.

Then, touching a stone, it became a loaf of bread. A piece of bottle

glass that she found on the dungeon floor became a bottle of wine; and

finding there were no vegetables, she changed a blue-bottle fly into a

dish of spinach; a spider into some turnips, and a handful of earth

from the floor into some salt, after which she proceeded to carve.

Having partaken sufficiently of the first course, she changed the

remains of the hare into an apple tart, and the vegetables into

different sorts of fruit. Thus she obtained all she required.

Having finished her supper, the princess waved her wand, and the supper

table, with everything on it, chair and all, disappeared through the

floor; then, seating herself by the fire, she waited for her spouse to

awake.

In about three hours her worse half opened his eyes, and stretching his

gigantic limbs, gazed about him in stupefied astonishment.

"Where am I?" he asked, with a yawn.

"Where thou deservest to be," answered the princess, with severity,

drawing herself up to her full height. "A pretty position, I ween, for

the queen's consort--drugged and cast into prison! Maybe that another

time thou wilt pay more attention to my words; but the worst has not

come yet. Thou art to be handed over to the malice of my two sisters.

Who knows in what manner they may reek their vengeance? If thou escapest

with thy life, thou wilt be fortunate.

"Prepare, then, for thou hast brought all this on thyself by despising

my counsels. What! is a man like thee to be at the head of the realm?

_Thou_, with thy brutish appetite, thy dense stupidity and deafness to

the voice of wisdom? A pretty example to thy subjects, forsooth! Or

thinkest thou that the strength of thine arm alone will suffice to

govern the kingdom? I tell thee, brainless boor, that whatever your

besotted notion of a king may be, it is a post that is no easy task to

fill, and woe to him who aspires to the title and is not able to

discharge the duties belonging to it.

"Knowest thou not futurity will judge thy action, that thy name is

destined either to honour or disgrace the page of history? That a king

must not only be brave, but wise, just, good, merciful, temperate?"

"Enough, O royal spouse, most august princess," answered Hans. "Enough

for the present; but tell me first how I came here, and next how to get

out again, and for the future I will always listen to thy counsels,

though allow me to observe that it was thy will to make a king of me

rather than mine own; therefore, if thou hast hit upon the wrong man,

methinks the blame is thine. An I had known when I was an humble

woodchopper that to be a king I must bear this splitting headache, lie

in a dungeon full of rats, to be hanged perhaps on the morrow, besides

having to kill so many good hearty fellows just because they happen to

differ a little in opinion from your Royal Highness, I should have said,

'The devil take all the kings and kingdoms in the world; I'll e'en abide

here and chop wood.'"

"Hush!" cried the princess, with asperity, "and offend not our royal

ears with such clownish sentiments. It is but natural that thy rude

nature should rebel against counsel that is intended for thy good. It is

to be hoped, however, that with time thou mayest be brought to a right

view of the great destiny that thou hast to fulfil.

"I confess that had I not been specially commanded in a dream by the

queen of the fairies to take thee and raise thee to the throne, I should

never of myself have chosen so clownish a helpmate."

"Well, for the matter of that," said Hans, "dreams are things that I

don't often trouble my head about, as I never had one come true in my

life. Many is the time I've dreamed I had my pocket full of gold, and

waking in the morning, devil a groat have I found within it; but maybe

it is not so with you princesses, who are a different sort of grain to

us poor beggars; and perhaps fairies appear to you in dreams and tell

the truth; but whether that is or is not, I know not, being no scholar."

"Well, Hans," said the princess, "thou art not far wrong in not trusting

to every dream, or in believing there are certain privileged individuals

to whom dreams are given as a warning, as consolation, or as prediction

of good fortune; but thou oughtest no longer to doubt, after what thou

hast seen and gone through; that thou thyself since thy nuptials hast

been under the protection of the good fairies.

"Has not everything gone right so long as thou didst hearken to my

voice; and did not thy good luck desert thee solely when thou didst

refuse to listen to my warning?"

"Well, wife," said Hans, "I believe thou art about right; d---- me if

I'll ever be such a fool again."

"Hush, sir!" said his spouse. "No oaths in the presence of royalty, if

you please. Such language befits not the mouth of a king."

"Well, well, have it thine own way," said Hans. "I'll try to improve,

only let me have a little sleep now--I am tired."

"That's right, husband mine," said the princess, seeing that her husband

was more docile; "I do not quite despair of thee yet. Thou mayest be the

right man after all. The fairies know better than I. Sleep, and arise

to-morrow a wiser man. Yet another thing thou must bear in mind,

however, thou must try to unlearn that horrid peasant's brogue of thine.

Dost hear?"

"Ay, that will I, royal spouse," replied Hans, in a brogue as broad as

before. Then, turning on his side, was soon fast asleep. The princess,

however, slept not a wink that night; the excitement of the day and the

thoughts of what might possibly occur on the morrow kept her wide awake,

and thus she remained until the morning, when she was suddenly alarmed

by the sound of footsteps, and four men entered.

Bertha instantly made herself invisible again. The foremost of these men

advancing, and shaking Hans roughly out of his sleep, informed him that

it was the pleasure of the princesses that he should be brought

instantly before them. Hans started up, and would have been violent, but

his chains prevented him.

"Where is the princess?" asked he, looking round him.

"What princess?" asked the man.

"The Princess Bertha--our future queen, and my lawful wife," replied

Hans.

"The Princess Bertha!" exclaimed one.

"Your wife!" laughed another.

"Why, the man's mad, or else is not quite sober yet," cried a third.

"Stay," said the fourth; "it is possible he has got the dwarf princess

concealed about his person. So much the better, we shall get them both

together, and divide the reward between us. Let us search him."

"Ha! is that so?" said the first.

A rigid search was made on the person of Hans, but they found not the

princess.

"Hold there, ruffians!" cried Hans. "Ye shall do the princess no harm.

Do you hear; for, besides being your rightful queen, she is my wife."

A general laugh ensued. Hans was no less puzzled than the men themselves

at her disappearance.

"Where can she be?" quoth he. "All last night she was watching beside

me, like a true wife, and now----"

"Come, the fellow is dreaming still, or else trying to befool us," cried

one of the men, at length. "Let us hasten with him to the princess."

Hans was then conducted into the palace, and led into an amphitheatre,

where the late king was wont to listen to stage plays, singing,

recitations, and such like.

The theatre was crowded, and in a conspicuous place he noticed the

Princess Clothilde and her sister Carlotta.

"Welcome, Sir Peasant Knight. Welcome, Sir Woodchopper," said the

princesses, mockingly.

"We have heard of your great deeds of yesterday, Sir Knight," said the

Princess Clothilde. "Surely such bravery deserves a reward."

Then, turning to one of the men who accompanied Hans, she added: "Give

the brave knight the reward he merits."

The men had previously been instructed how Hans was to be treated, so

one of them proceeded to strip him to the waist, whilst another took

from behind a column a cat-o'-nine-tails, with which he belaboured the

naked shoulders of our knight with such force that he drew blood at

every stroke, while the spectators applauded and the princesses laughed.

Hans bore his flogging without wincing, though his back was streaming

with blood. The Princess Bertha was with her husband all the while,

though invisible. She was touched at the cruel spectacle, and her blood

rose in indignation against her sisters, yet she would not yet come

forward to assist her husband. He had been in the wrong, and he must

take the consequences of his folly. She pitied him from her heart; she

admired, too, the fortitude with which he endured such pain and

indignity; but she had his good in view.

She knew that, as a child is taught to know better another time by one

good flogging, so her husband, who was nothing but a child in mind, must

be cured by the same remedy.

"The loss of a little blood, as our leeches say, is good for the health

occasionally," remarked Clothilde. "Besides, as your knighthood is well

aware, a knight, whose trade it is to shed blood, must not wince if now

and then a little of his own is shed."

"How thinkest thou, Sir Knight," asked Carlotta, "that a back _sanglant_

would look in thine escutcheon?"

These, and such like gibes were thrown at Hans, who treated them all

with silent contempt.

At length Bertha, observing by the countenance of her spouse that he had

had enough, thought it high time that the tables should be turned, and

the spectators punished for their barbarity, so she whispered thus in

her husband's ear:--

"I am with thee. Now that thou hast suffered the consequences of thy

disobedience, take thy revenge upon thine enemies."

So saying, she touched his fetters with her wand, and they snapped.

Hans needed not this prompting. Finding himself free, his suppressed

wrath having increased his natural strength to that of a Titan, he

sprang up the steps of the amphitheatre, and seizing the throat of the

Princess Clothilde with his right hand and that of her sister with his

left, he squeezed them with such force, that it was a wonder both were

not killed outright. However, they certainly would have been, had not

one of the lords, whom Hans recognised as the same false lord who had

invited him to his house, and afterwards drugged him, instantly

interfered.

Hans left go the throats of the princesses, who fell, to all

appearances, dead, and who did not recover till long after, and, seizing

the sword of the false lord, which he had drawn against him, he snapped

it in two across his knee, and threw the pieces into the arena. Then,

seizing the lord himself by the collar and by the seat of his hose, he

flung him with such violence over the heads of the people, that he fell

headforemost after his sword, and his brains were dashed out.

Shouts of "Murder!" and "Treason!" were heard on all sides.

"Seize the miscreant!"

The four men who had led Hans before the princesses came forward, and

would have secured him, but Hans, brandishing in one hand a piece of his

broken chain of great weight, broke the skull of the foremost, the back

of the second, the ribs of the third, and the shins of the fourth.

Some few others now attempted to seize Hans, but there was something so

terrible in his aspect as he furiously fought his way through the crowd,

knocking down one with his fist and another with his chain, that they

prudently drew back, and every spectator took refuge in flight before

the ungovernable fury of Hans.

Then the Princess Bertha, making herself again visible, ordered Hans to

carry her to her two sisters, who had just recovered consciousness.

Standing upright in the palm of her husband's hand, she addressed them

thus:

"Are ye not ashamed of yourselves to treat a brave knight in this

spiteful manner? Mean spirits that ye are; but ye are rightly served.

Nor is this all; there is more in store for ye. Your ambitious scheming

is seen through, and the good powers protect the right. Ye shall live

yet to see me crowned, together with this man, whom I now declare to be

my husband. The coronation will take place to-morrow, in spite of all

your puny schemes. Farewell!"

The two princesses were so enraged at the words and bearing of their

little sister whom they had persecuted, that they knew not what to

reply, but turned red and pale by turns, stamped their feet, bit their

hands, tore their hair, and screamed.

"Let us go to the arch-priest," said Bertha, to her spouse. "Go just as

thou art, half-naked and bleeding. All the world shall know how these

princesses treat brave knights."

So saying, the Princess Bertha left the amphitheatre in the hand of her

gigantic husband, leaving her two envious sisters behind, foaming with

rage.

Hans hastened through the streets, his back covered with weals and

streaming with blood, towards the palace of the arch-priest. The people

recognised him as the knight who had vanquished the champions of the

twin princesses on the day before, and asked him how he came in such

plight.

Then Hans, being instructed by Bertha, answered thus:

"Good people, you all see in me the champion of the Princess Bertha, who

is ready to shed his last drop of blood for her sake; and these wounds

that you see have not been inflicted in a fair fight, but by treachery.

After I vanquished the two champions of the twin princesses several

lords of the court came forward to congratulate me on my success, and

invited me into their houses. I, contrary to the orders of our most

august princess, whom I now hold before ye (cheers from the populace),

and who, more wily than I, suspected treachery, contrary to her orders,

I trusted too easily to false appearances, and accepted the hospitality

of one of them. He invited me to his house, gave me to eat and to drink,

and when I had well eaten and drunk, he drugged my cup, and cast me into

a dungeon underground, where I remained all night, and was fetched away

this morning, loaded with chains, only to be brought into the presence

of the two usurping princesses and flogged before the whole court.

"But it pleased the good powers to loosen my chains, and I have given

some few of them their deserts. Follow me, all ye that love justice,

and proclaim the right of the Princess Bertha to the crown."

"Long live the Princess Bertha, our rightful queen," cried the mob.

"Prince Hans, our rightful king," cried the princess. "I here declare in

the presence of all men that I am already married to this brave knight!"

Tumultuous cheering ensued this speech of the little princess, and

shouts of "Long live King Hans and Queen Bertha" followed them until

they arrived at the palace of the arch-priest. Hans knocked at the door.

The servant who opened it started back in surprise and horror at the

half-naked and bleeding figure of the visitor.

"What do you want?" he asked, rudely, as yet not noticing the princess.

"I want the arch-priest. Who else did you think I wanted," responded

Hans, equally roughly.

"The arch-priest is not at home to everyone," said the menial,

haughtily. "What's your business?"

"Come, let us in immediately, and don't stand prating there. I am the

Princess Bertha," said the dwarf princess.

"I crave your Royal Highness's pardon," said the servant, bowing low. "I

did not observe you," and he allowed our pair to enter without further

opposition.

"What is all this?" exclaimed the arch-priest who came to meet them. "My

little princess, with her champion naked and bleeding!"

"Holy father," said the princess, "we wish to be crowned to-morrow. See

that preparations are made for the occasion."

The arch-priest bowed to the ground.

"Your Royal Highness's will is law. Is there no further obstacle to the

coronation?"

"None; and if there were, I'd conquer it as I have done the rest. See

that my spouse and I are crowned to-morrow in presence of all the

people," said the princess.

"Your spouse!" exclaimed the arch-priest. "I knew nothing of it. He is

not what he seems, then--he is of royal blood?"

"Royal blood or not, he is my lawful spouse, and he is to be crowned,"

said the princess, firmly.

"But, my dear princess," answered the priest, "if he is not of royal

blood, how can I?"

"Enough," said Bertha. "I have the warrant of the queen of the fairies

that he is to be my partner in life. Here is my certificate of

marriage."

And she produced a paper five or six times as big as herself, which she

handed to the priest.

The priest opened it, and glanced through it.

"What!" he exclaimed. "Then he really is of royal blood. I see. What is

this paper enclosed? Ha! a pedigree." And he began to read, "Prince Hans

Wurst, son of King Blut Wurst, lost in early youth and picked up by a

woodcutter, with whom----"

"You see," said the princess, "how the fairies befriend me. This second

paper must have been placed here by their hands, for this is the first

time I have set eyes upon it. Are you content with the information

therein contained?" asked the Princess Bertha.

"Perfectly, your Royal Highness," said the arch-priest, bowing.

"To-morrow, then, it must take place, father," said the princess.

"Without delay," replied the priest. "But, tell me, what on earth brings

His Royal Highness Prince Hans here in this pitiable plight?"

Bertha then began to recount the misadventures of her knight and the

spite of her envious sisters, the detailing of which filled the poor old

priest with horror.

"But, at any rate," said he, at the conclusion of the narrative, "let

the prince's wounds be healed. Send for a surgeon."

"A surgeon! Bah!" cried the princess. "Behold, sir priest, what one

favoured by the fairies can do," and thus saying, she touched her

husband's back with her wand, and it instantly healed so that none could

see even the slightest scratch.

"Gramercy!" quoth the arch-priest; "I never before beheld such a

miracle. Thou art indeed favoured of the higher powers."

"Does that surprise thee, holy father? Behold another wonder," said

Bertha, and she touched the back of Hans a second time with her wand,

and instantly her semi-nude champion was covered from head to foot in

an elegant royal dress, composed of a crimson velvet tunic, half-way to

the knee, and trimmed with ermine, and silken hose of a buff colour.

A gold-hilted sword, in the form of a cross, hung by his side, within a

bejewelled scabbard, likewise a dagger. A chain of massive gold about

his neck, and a graceful barrette, with a white ostrich feather, which

was fastened by a huge diamond. The arch-priest started back several

paces, rubbed his eyes, and, looking first at the princess and then at

Hans, and then at the princess again, he took her in his hand, and

whispered in her ear that he hoped it was not witchcraft, and being

assured by Bertha that it was not, he smiled, and congratulated Prince

Hans on his improved appearance.

Hans, suddenly discovering that he had undergone a change, called for a

mirror, and was shown into another chamber, where there stood one large

enough for him to look at himself at full length. Our prince began to

admire himself, and to cut all sorts of capers, at which the arch-priest

laughed heartily; but Bertha reproved her spouse for his levity, and

told him such antics did not become a king.

The prince immediately ceased his tricks, and taking leave of the

arch-priest respectfully, left his palace with his little wife in the

breast of his tunic.

As he opened the palace door, he saw standing at the gate his own

charger, gaily bedizened. The animal had been sent to await him at the

arch-priest's palace by the fairies. Hans mounted, and proceeded to show

himself to everyone through the streets of the city, while the crowd

shouted, "Long live King Hans and Queen Bertha!"

Now, Bertha knew her twin sisters too well not to suspect them of

treachery up to the very last.

"It is certain," said she to herself, "that they have sent spies after

us. They will not rest until Hans, at least, is killed."

Looking round in the crowd, she spied a man whose face pleased her not,

and who glanced furtively at Hans. She observed, too, that he carried a

long rope with a slip-knot over his arm. Her natural penetration told

her that danger would proceed from that quarter, so, touching her

husband's neck with her wand, she said:

"Be as hard as iron and as immovable as a rock."

They rode on together till they came to a large square, when suddenly

the man with the rope, watching his opportunity, threw the cord over the

heads of the people, so that the slip-knot fixed itself round the throat

of Hans, and the man pulled with all his might and main to throttle him

and to drag him from his seat; but instead of accomplishing his object,

the rope did no more harm to Han's neck than had it been the trunk of a

tree, while the horse and his rider proceeded as before, dragging the

man behind after them; nor could he leave go the rope, for the princess

had wrought a charm on him, and thus he was dragged through the city in

the sight of all men, hooted and pelted by the crowd as he was dragged

along.

As for Hans, he felt the rope no more than had it been a spider's web.

The report of the strength of Han's neck spread throughout all the land,

and all declared that that alone was sufficient to qualify him for the

crown, accordingly, on the following day great preparations were already

made for the coronation, which was to take place in the cathedral of the

town.

The doors of the church were crammed with the equipages of all the lords

and ladies in the land, amongst which were the carriages of the

Princesses Clothilde and Carlotta, who had arrived, each with an escort

of armed men, to prevent the coronation of their sister, but the mob was

so violently in favour of the Princess Bertha, that the escorts were

beaten back. The little princess, however, gave orders that her sisters

were to be admitted, so the twin princesses took their seats to witness

the ceremony.

Now, a man had been bribed by them to be close to the person of the

prince all the time, and the moment the crown was being placed upon his

head to stab him in the back; but Bertha, still suspicious of treachery,

looked around her and saw the man, who was just in the act of

assassinating her husband, when, waving her wand in time, she converted

his dagger into a venomous serpent, which twisted itself round his body,

and bit him that he died.

Great was the uproar and surprise at this scene, and the crowd were

ready to tear the twin princesses to pieces; but the arch-priest

commanded them to forbear, and the ceremony proceeded without

opposition.

Suddenly a soft music was heard throughout the cathedral, and a perfume

as of incense arose. Then a sunbeam from one of the upper windows in the

church revealed an innumerable multitude of little fairies, two of which

carried a little crown between them, just big enough for the head of the

pigmy queen.

The multitude was struck with awe and the two sisters filled with fury

at the sight; but the ceremony passed off quietly. Nevertheless, the

twin princesses, dreading the mob, stepped hastily into their respective

carriages, and drove back to the palace.

When King Hans and Queen Bertha drove off in their carriage, which, by

the way, was made by the fairies themselves for the occasion, the mob

was half-blinded by the brilliancy of the jewels with which it was

inlaid, and our new sovereigns were cheered by the crowd till they

arrived at the palace door.

Now, the two princesses, instead of yielding up the palace to the

rightful owners, had ordered the door to be barricaded and entrance

refused to the royal pair, which, when Bertha discovered, she

immediately waved her wand in front of the palace, and changed it into a

prison filled with gloomy cells, and the gay clothes of the people

within into the squalid garments of prisoners, while the golden

bracelets of the princesses became manacles for their wrists, and their

garters fetters for their feet.

Then, waving her wand in the direction of the prison in which her

husband had been confined, which stood not far off, it became a

magnificent palace, equal, if not superior, in grandeur to that which

she erected upon the ruins of the wizard's castle, so that all wondered,

and shouted, "Welcome to Queen Bertha, and down with the twin

princesses!"

The man who had attempted the life of Prince Hans with his lasso on the

day before was publicly hanged with his own rope on the roof of the

prison where the two princesses now languished as an example to all

rebels.

After the wicked princesses had been imprisoned for a week the tiny

queen released them on condition that they should flee the country and

not show their faces again. The sisters heard their sentence in sullen

silence, and quitted the country shortly afterwards, amid the curses of

the crowd, and established themselves in a foreign land, where, out of

spite, they gave themselves over to witchcraft, and leagued with the

queen of the witches, who was also exiled there, to work all sorts of

spells upon their sister from afar; but they all failed, as the pigmy

queen was too powerfully protected by the fairies.

King Hans grew in wisdom every day under the sage counsel of his spouse,

till at length his subjects bestowed on him the name of "The wisest and

the bravest king living."

In proportion as Hans' intelligence and good manners improved, grew the

love of Bertha for her husband. They soon knew how to appreciate and

respect each other, till at length there was not a more loving couple in

the whole world.

About a year after King Hans and Queen Bertha had ascended the throne a

war broke out between his and a neighbouring country. The latter was the

same land where the wicked princesses had fled into exile, and this was

to be the seat of war.

One day, as the queen was seated in the boudoir of the palace in a

pensive attitude, while her husband was putting on his armour, previous

to departing for the war, she was startled by a sound of chattering,

screeching, and the fluttering of wings. As she was about to ring the

bell for the servant to inquire the meaning of this strange noise the

door opened, and an ape and crow entered, followed by a large spider,

which, making towards the queen and bowing low, cried out, "A boon, a

boon! O gracious queen, according to thy promise."

And immediately the little queen recognised the ape that had escaped

with her from the hands of the showman and carried her to the top of a

tree, the crow that had carried her down again and left her on the banks

of a stream, and the spider that had saved her life by catching her in

its web and carrying her safely to the bottom of the precipice, when her

cruel sister Clothilde thought to rid herself for ever of her rival by

precipitating her into the lake below. She remembered that she had

promised a boon to all three when she came to be queen.

"A boon, a boon!" chattered the monkey.

"A boon, a boon!" screeched the crow.

"A boon, a boon!" whispered the spider, whose voice was less strong than

the other two, being an insect.

"What boon do ye ask?" demanded her majesty.

"Change us to our proper forms again!" cried all at once. "We have heard

that thou possessest a fairy wand. Disenchant us, O queen, and give us

back our natural forms."

Queen Bertha then waving her wand over the head of each, they suddenly

resumed their respective shapes. The ape and the spider became two

handsome youths, while the crow took the form of a comely and dignified

matron in the habiliments of a queen. Each of the two youths recognised

the other, though after a lapse of many years, as his lost brother, and

rushed into each other's arms.

The venerable lady who had hitherto figured as a crow, but who was

neither more nor less than a queen herself, recognised in these two

youths her long lost sons, and they, in their turn, recognised the late

crow as their mother, and fell upon her neck and kissed her. The old

queen wept for joy, and knew not how to thank Bertha for what she had

done.

"O favoured of the fairies!" pleaded the mother of the two princes,

"think me not bold if I further trespass on thy benevolence and crave

another boon."

"Ask, and it is granted," quoth the smaller queen.

"I have yet another son and I know not what has become of him--my eldest

boy--also three daughters, whom the queen witch has metamorphosed into a

bat, a toad, and an owl. Let me set eyes again on my eldest son, if he,

indeed, be living, and, prithee, O gracious queen, disenchant my

daughters."

"It shall be done," responded the pigmy queen, and waving her wand,

there immediately flew through the window, which was open, an owl and a

bat, the owl bearing in its beak a toad by the leg, which it immediately

dropped on entering the royal boudoir, and the three stood in a row

before Bertha.

"Obnoxious beings," said the pigmy queen, "resume your respective

forms."

So saying, she waved her wand over each, and they were suddenly

converted into three beautiful maidens, who immediately recognising

their mother and their two brothers, fell into their arms and devoured

them with kisses.

At the same moment that the three unsightly objects made their

appearance at the window the door opened, and in walked--who? Hans, clad

in complete armour, and the old queen recognised her lost eldest son.

Hans remained stupefied at the group before him; then, when everything

was explained, he wept upon his mother's neck, and embraced his brothers

and sisters.

But Hans had little time to lose; his army was about to march, so taking

a hasty farewell of his relatives, he placed his diminutive spouse

within his helmet, as was his wont, and mounted his charger. His two

younger brothers, Otto and Oscar, were determined to follow him to

battle, so Queen Bertha changed two black pigs that had strayed into the

palace garden, and were uprooting the plants, into two fiery war horses,

nobly caparisoned, and the three brothers started for the war, while

their mother and three sisters waved their handkerchiefs after them

until they were out of sight, and uttered prayers for their safe return.

Now, this war had been brought about by the evil spells of the queen

witch and Bertha's two malicious sisters, who, wishing to avenge

themselves on their pigmy sister, caused the monarch in whose country

they lived to pick a quarrel with King Hans, which should lead to a war,

by which they hoped to be the gainers. But Hans and Bertha were in

favour with the good fairies, and the luck was, as usual, on their side.

The foreign monarch's city was besieged, and many put to the sword. The

king himself, together with the witch queen and the two wicked sisters

were taken prisoners. The witch queen was burnt alive publicly, as a

punishment for her many sins, and the twin sisters imprisoned for life.

Queen Bertha was naturally of a benevolent disposition, and would have

pardoned her sisters, but her prudence conquered this feeling, and she

deemed it expedient to put it out of their power to do harm to anyone

by shutting them up in prison, where, after languishing for some years,

they died still impenitent.

After the death of the witch queen the spell which she had wrought upon

Bertha while yet unborn was broken, and the pigmy queen took suddenly to

growing, and increased each day six inches in height, till she reached

the stature of an ordinary full-grown woman.

She preserved her surpassing beauty till her death, and lived to bless

her husband with a family of twelve children.

Hans' two brothers returned unhurt from battle, and lived with their

mother and sisters in the splendid palace that Bertha had raised on the

spot where had stood the wizard's castle.

King Hans lived to a good old age, and died a good man and wise monarch.

* * * * *

It would be in vain to describe the enthusiasm that prevailed as Helen

concluded her fairy tale. Any story that partook at all of the

marvellous was sure to meet with thorough appreciation, whoever might be

the teller; but when the sunny dreams of fairyland were shaped into

words by lips so rosy as those of our host's daughter, Methuselah

himself might have felt his blood boil in his veins.

All the old fogies of the club felt their youth suddenly restored to

them, and it was all they could do to keep themselves from falling

prostrate at the feet of the fair story-teller. As for our artist, he

had lost his heart long ago. Here was a pretty to do! As for Helen, I'm

afraid that she had caught the complaint. What was to be done? Well,

never mind at present; perhaps the dart may not have struck very deep.

But here comes our host, who, roused by the boisterous cheering of the

guests, has come to call away his daughter to her meal. And high time,

too, unless he wishes all their heads to be turned by this bewitching

enchantress.

The eulogiums on Helen's beauty, manners, and powers for story-telling

lasted until dinner time, and such an impression had her story and

manner of telling it made upon all, that no one felt inclined either to

relate or listen to another, and the club actually retired to rest that

evening without a story.