From, Rumanische Marchen ubersetzt von Nite Kremnitz
ONCE upon a time there lived a King who had three daughters.
Now it happened that he had to go out to battle, so he called
his daughters and said to them:
`My dear children, I am obliged to go to the wars. The enemy
is approaching us with a large army. It is a great grief to me to
leave you all. During my absence take care of yourselves and be
good girls; behave well and look after everything in the house.
You may walk in the garden, and you may go into all the rooms
in the palace, except the room at the back in the right-hand
corner; into that you must not enter, for harm would befall you.'
`You may keep your mind easy, father,' they replied. `We
have never been disobedient to you. Go in peace, and may heaven
give you a glorious victory!'
When everything was ready for his departure, the King gave
them the keys of all the rooms and reminded them once more of
what he had said. His daughters kissed his hands with tears in
their eyes, and wished him prosperity, and he gave the eldest the
Now when the girls found themselves alone they felt so sad and
dull that they did not know what to do. So, to pass the time, they
decided to work for part of the day, to read for part of the day, and
to enjoy themselves in the garden for part of the day. As long as
they did this all went well with them. But this happy state of
things did not last long. Every day they grew more and more
curious, and you will see what the end of that was.
`Sisters,' said the eldest Princess, `all day long we sew, spin, and
read. We have been several days quite alone, and there is no
corner of the garden that we have not explored. We have been
in all the rooms of our father's palace, and have admired the rich
and beautiful furniture: why should not we go into the room that
our father forbad us to enter?'
Sister,' said the youngest, `I cannot think how you can tempt
us to break our father's command. When he told us not to go into
that room he must have known what he was saying, and have had
a good reason for saying it.'
`Surely the sky won't fall about our heads if we DO go in,' said
the second Princess. `Dragons and such like monsters that would
devour us will not be hidden in the room. And how will our father
ever find out that we have gone in?'
While they were speaking thus, encouraging each other, they
had reached the room; the eldest fitted the key into the lock, and
snap! the door stood open.
The three girls entered, and what do you think they saw?
The room was quite empty, and without any ornament, but in
the middle stood a large table, with a gorgeous cloth, and on it lay
a big open book.
Now the Princesses were curious to know what was written in
the book, especially the eldest, and this is what she read:
`The eldest daughter of this King will marry a prince from the
Then the second girl stepped forward, and turning over the page
`The second daughter of this King will marry a prince from the
The girls were delighted, and laughed and teased each other.
But the youngest Princess did not want to go near the table or
to open the book. Her elder sisters however left her no peace, and
will she, nill she, they dragged her up to the table, and in fear and
trembling she turned over the page and read:
`The youngest daughter of this King will be married to a pig from
Now if a thunderbolt had fallen upon her from heaven it would
not have frightened her more.
She almost died of misery, and if her sisters had not held her
up, she would have sunk to the ground and cut her head open.
When she came out of the fainting fit into which she had
fallen in her terror, her sisters tried to comfort her, saying:
`How can you believe such nonsense? When did it ever happen
that a king's daughter married a pig?'
`What a baby you are!' said the other sister; `has not our
father enough soldiers to protect you, even if the disgusting creature
did come to woo you?'
The youngest Princess would fain have let herself be convinced
by her sisters' words, and have believed what they said, but her heart
was heavy. Her thoughts kept turning to the book, in which stood
written that great happiness waited her sisters, but that a fate was
in store for her such as had never before been known in the world.
Besides, the thought weighed on her heart that she had been
guilty of disobeying her father. She began to get quite ill, and in
a few days she was so changed that it was difficult to recognise her;
formerly she had been rosy and merry, now she was pale and
nothing gave her any pleasure. She gave up playing with her sisters
in the garden, ceased to gather flowers to put in her hair, and never
sang when they sat together at their spinning and sewing.
In the meantime the King won a great victory, and having
completely defeated and driven off the enemy, he hurried home to his
daughters, to whom his thoughts had constantly turned. Everyone
went out to meet him with cymbals and fifes and drums, and there
was great rejoicing over his victorious return. The King's first act
on reaching home was to thank Heaven for the victory he had gained
over the enemies who had risen against him. He then entered his
palace, and the three Princesses stepped forward to meet him. His
joy was great when he saw that they were all well, for the youngest
did her best not to appear sad.
In spite of this, however, it was not long before the King noticed
that his third daughter was getting very thin and sad-looking. And
all of a sudden he felt as if a hot iron were entering his soul, for it
flashed through his mind that she had disobeyed his word. He felt
sure he was right; but to be quite certain he called his daughters to
him, questioned them, and ordered them to speak the truth. They
confessed everything, but took good care not to say which had led
the other two into temptation.
The King was so distressed when he heard it that he was almost
overcome by grief. But he took heart and tried to comfort his
daughters, who looked frightened to death. He saw that what had
happened had happened, and that a thousand words would not alter
matters by a hair's-breadth.
Well, these events had almost been forgotten when one fine day
a prince from the East appeared at the Court and asked the King for
the hand of his eldest daughter. The King gladly gave his consent.
A great wedding banquet was prepared, and after three days of
feasting the happy pair were accompanied to the frontier with
much ceremony and rejoicing.
After some time the same thing befell the second daughter, who
was wooed and won by a prince from the West.
Now when the young Princess saw that everything fell out
exactly as had been written in the book, she grew very sad. She
refused to eat, and would not put on her fine clothes nor go out
walking, and declared that she would rather die than become a
laughing-stock to the world. But the King would not allow her to
do anything so wrong, and he comforted her in all possible ways.
So the time passed, till lo and behold! one fine day an enormous
pig from the North walked into the palace, and going straight
up to the King said, `Hail! oh King. May your life be as prosperous
and bright as sunrise on a clear day!'
`I am glad to see you well, friend,' answered the King, `but
what wind has brought you hither?'
`I come a-wooing,' replied the Pig.
Now the King was astonished to hear so fine a speech from a Pig,
and at once it occurred to him that something strange was the
matter. He would gladly have turned the Pig's thoughts in another
direction, as he did not wish to give him the Princess for a wife; but
when he heard that the Court and the whole street were full of all
the pigs in the world he saw that there was no escape, and that he
must give his consent. The Pig was not satisfied with mere promises,
but insisted that the wedding should take place within a
week, and would not go away till the King had sworn a royal oath
The King then sent for his daughter, and advised her to submit
to fate, as there was nothing else to be done. And he added:
`My child, the words and whole behaviour of this Pig are quite
unlike those of other pigs. I do not myself believe that he always
was a pig. Depend upon it some magic or witchcraft has been at
work. Obey him, and do everything that he wishes, and I feel sure
that Heaven will shortly send you release.'
`If you wish me to do this, dear father, I will do it,' replied the
In the meantime the wedding-day drew near. After the marriage,
the Pig and his bride set out for his home in one of the royal
carriages. On the way they passed a great bog, and the Pig ordered
the carriage to stop, and got out and rolled about in the mire till
he was covered with mud from head to foot; then he got back
into the carriage and told his wife to kiss him. What was the
poor girl to do? She bethought herself of her father's words, and,
pulling out her pocket handkerchief, she gently wiped the Pig's
snout and kissed it.
By the time they reached the Pig's dwelling, which stood in a
thick wood, it was quite dark. They sat down quietly for a little, as
they were tired after their drive; then they had supper together, and
lay down to rest. During the night the Princess noticed that the Pig
had changed into a man. She was not a little surprised, but
remembering her father's words, she took courage, determined to
wait and see what would happen.
And now she noticed that every night the Pig became a man,
and every morning he was changed into a Pig before she awoke.
This happened several nights running, and the Princess could not
understand it at all. Clearly her husband must be bewitched. In
time she grew quite fond of him, he was so kind and gentle.
One fine day as she was sitting alone she saw an old witch go past.
She felt quite excited, as it was so long since she had seen a human
being, and she called out to the old woman to come and talk to her.
Among other things the witch told her that she understood all
magic arts, and that she could foretell the future, and knew the
healing powers of herbs and plants.
`I shall be grateful to you all my life, old dame,' said the
Princess, `if you will tell me what is the matter with my husband.
Why is he a Pig by day and a human being by night?'
`I was just going to tell you that one thing, my dear, to show
you what a good fortune-teller I am. If you like, I will give you a
herb to break the spell.'
`If you will only give it to me,' said the Princess, `I will give
you anything you choose to ask for, for I cannot bear to see him in
`Here, then, my dear child,' said the witch, `take this thread,
but do not let him know about it, for if he did it would lose its
healing power. At night, when he is asleep, you must get up very
quietly, and fasten the thread round his left foot as firmly as
possible; and you will see in the morning he will not have changed
back into a Pig, but will still be a man. I do not want any reward.
I shall be sufficiently repaid by knowing that you are happy. It
almost breaks my heart to think of all you have suffered, and I only
wish I had known it sooner, as I should have come to your rescue
When the old witch had gone away the Princess hid the thread
very carefully, and at night she got up quietly, and with a beating
heart she bound the thread round her husband's foot. Just as she
was pulling the knot tight there was a crack, and the thread broke,
for it was rotten.
Her husband awoke with a start, and said to her, `Unhappy
woman, what have you done? Three days more and this unholy
spell would have fallen from me, and now, who knows how long I
may have to go about in this disgusting shape? I must leave you
at once, and we shall not meet again until you have worn out three
pairs of iron shoes and blunted a steel staff in your search for me.'
So saying he disappeared.
Now, when the Princess was left alone she began to weep and
moan in a way that was pitiful to hear; but when she saw that
her tears and groans did her no good, she got up, determined to go
wherever fate should lead her.
On reaching a town, the first thing she did was to order three
pairs of iron sandals and a steel staff, and having made these
preparations for her journey, she set out in search of her husband. On
and on she wandered over nine seas and across nine continents;
through forests with trees whose stems were as thick as beer-
barrels; stumbling and knocking herself against the fallen branches,
then picking herself up and going on; the boughs of the trees hit
her face, and the shrubs tore her hands, but on she went, and never
looked back. At last, wearied with her long journey and worn out
and overcome with sorrow, but still with hope at her heart, she
reached a house.
Now who do you think lived there? The Moon.
The Princess knocked at the door, and begged to be let in that
she might rest a little. The mother of the Moon, when she saw her
sad plight, felt a great pity for her, and took her in and nursed and
tended her. And while she was here the Princess had a little
One day the mother of the Moon asked her:
`How was it possible for you, a mortal, to get hither to the
house of the Moon?'
Then the poor Princess told her all that happened to her, and
added `I shall always be thankful to Heaven for leading me
hither, and grateful to you that you took pity on me and on my
baby, and did not leave us to die. Now I beg one last favour of
you; can your daughter, the Moon, tell me where my husband is?'
`She cannot tell you that, my child,' replied the goddess, `but,
if you will travel towards the East until you reach the dwelling of
the Sun, he may be able to tell you something.'
Then she gave the Princess a roast chicken to eat, and warned
her to be very careful not to lose any of the bones, because they
might be of great use to her.
When the Princess had thanked her once more for her hospitality
and for her good advice, and had thrown away one pair of
shoes that were worn out, and had put on a second pair, she tied up
the chicken bones in a bundle, and taking her baby in her arms and
her staff in her hand, she set out once more on her wanderings.
On and on and on she went across bare sandy deserts, where the
roads were so heavy that for every two steps that she took forwards
she fell back one; but she struggled on till she had passed these
dreary plains; next she crossed high rocky mountains, jumping
from crag to crag and from peak to peak. Sometimes she would
rest for a little on a mountain, and then start afresh always
farther and farther on. She had to cross swamps and to scale
mountain peaks covered with flints, so that her feet and knees and
elbows were all torn and bleeding, and sometimes she came to a
precipice across which she could not jump, and she had to crawl
round on hands and knees, helping herself along with her staff.
At length, wearied to death, she reached the palace in which the
Sun lived. She knocked and begged for admission. The mother of
the Sun opened the door, and was astonished at beholding a mortal
from the distant earthly shores, and wept with pity when she
heard of all she had suffered. Then, having promised to ask her
son about the Princess's husband, she hid her in the cellar, so that
the Sun might notice nothing on his return home, for he was always
in a bad temper when he came in at night. The next day the
Princess feared that things would not go well with her, for the
Sun had noticed that some one from the other world had been
in the palace. But his mother had soothed him with soft words,
assuring him that this was not so. So the Princess took heart
when she saw how kindly she was treated, and asked:
`But how in the world is it possible for the Sun to be angry?
He is so beautiful and so good to mortals.'
`This is how it happens,' replied the Sun's mother. `In the morning when]
he stands at the gates of paradise he is happy, and smiles on the whole
world, but during the day he gets cross, because he sees all the evil
deeds of men, and that is why his heat becomes so scorching; but
in the evening he is both sad and angry, for he stands at the gates
of death; that is his usual course. From there he comes back here.'
She then told the Princess that she had asked about her hus-
band, but that her son had replied that he knew nothing about him,
and that her only hope was to go and inquire of the Wind.
Before the Princess left the mother of the Sun gave her a roast
chicken to eat, and advised her to take great care of the bones,
which she did, wrapping them up in a bundle. She then threw
away her second pair of shoes, which were quite worn out, and with
her child on her arm and her staff in her hand, she set forth on
her way to the Wind.
In these wanderings she met with even greater difficulties than
before, for she came upon one mountain of flints after another, out
of which tongues of fire would flame up; she passed through woods
which had never been trodden by human foot, and had to cross
fields of ice and avalanches of snow. The poor woman nearly
died of these hardships, but she kept a brave heart, and at length
she reached an enormous cave in the side of a mountain. This
was where the Wind lived. There was a little door in the railing
in front of the cave, and here the Princess knocked and begged for
admission. The mother of the Wind had pity on her and took her
in, that she might rest a little. Here too she was hidden away, so
that the Wind might not notice her.
The next morning the mother of the Wind told her that her
husband was living in a thick wood, so thick that no axe had been able
to cut a way through it; here he had built himself a sort of house
by placing trunks of trees together and fastening them with withes
and here he lived alone, shunning human kind.
After the mother of the Wind had given the Princess a chicken
to eat, and had warned her to take care of the bones, she advised
her to go by the Milky Way, which at night lies across the sky, and
to wander on till she reached her goal.
Having thanked the old woman with tears in her eyes for her
hospitality, and for the good news she had given her, the Princess
set out on her journey and rested neither night nor day, so great
was her longing to see her husband again. On and on she walked
until her last pair of shoes fell in pieces. So she threw them away
and went on with bare feet, not heeding the bogs nor the thorns
that wounded her, nor the stones that bruised her. At last she
reached a beautiful green meadow on the edge of a wood. Her
heart was cheered by the sight of the flowers and the soft cool
grass, and she sat down and rested for a little. But hearing the
birds chirping to their mates among the trees made her think with
longing of her husband, and she wept bitterly, and taking her child
in her arms, and her bundle of chicken bones on her shoulder, she
entered the wood.
For three days and three nights she struggled through it, but
could find nothing. She was quite worn out with weariness and
hunger, and even her staff was no further help to her, for in her
many wanderings it had become quite blunted. She almost gave
up in despair, but made one last great effort, and suddenly in a
thicket she came upon the sort of house that the mother of the
Wind had described. It had no windows, and the door was up
in the roof. Round the house she went, in search of steps, but
could find none. What was she to do? How was she to get in?
She thought and thought, and tried in vain to climb up to the
door. Then suddenly she be-thought her of the chicken bones
that she had dragged all that weary way, and she said to
herself: `They would not all have told me to take such good care
of these bones if they had not had some good reason for doing
so. Perhaps now, in my hour of need, they may be of use to me.'
So she took the bones out of her bundle, and having thought
for a moment, she placed the two ends together. To her surprise
they stuck tight; then she added the other bones, till she had two
long poles the height of the house; these she placed against the wall,
at a distance of a yard from one another. Across them she placed
the other bones, piece by piece, like the steps of a ladder. As soon
as one step was finished she stood upon it and made the next one,
and then the next, till she was close to the door. But just as she got
near the top she noticed that there were no bones left for the last
rung of the ladder. What was she to do? Without that last step
the whole ladder was useless. She must have lost one of the bones.
Then suddenly an idea came to her. Taking a knife she chopped
off her little finger, and placing it on the last step, it stuck as the
bones had done. The ladder was complete, and with her child on
her arm she entered the door of the house. Here she found everything
in perfect order. Having taken some food, she laid the child
down to sleep in a trough that was on the floor, and sat down
herself to rest.
When her husband, the Pig, came back to his house, he was
startled by what he saw. At first he could not believe his eyes,
and stared at the ladder of bones, and at the little finger on the top
of it. He felt that some fresh magic must be at work, and in his
terror he almost turned away from the house; but then a better
idea came to him, and he changed himself into a dove, so that no
witchcraft could have power over him, and flew into the room
without touching the ladder. Here he found a woman rocking a
child. At the sight of her, looking so changed by all that she had
suffered for his sake, his heart was moved by such love and longing
and by so great a pity that he suddenly became a man.
The Princess stood up when she saw him. and her heart beat
with fear, for she did not know him. But when he had told her
who he was, in her great joy she forgot all her sufferings, and they
seemed as nothing to her. He was a very handsome man, as
straight as a fir tree. They sat down together and she told
him all her adventures, and he wept with pity at the tale. And
then he told her his own history.
`I am a King's son. Once when my father was fighting against
some dragons, who were the scourge of our country, I slew the
youngest dragon. His mother, who was a witch, cast a spell over me
and changed me into a Pig. It was she who in the disguise of an
old woman gave you the thread to bind round my foot. So that
instead of the three days that had to run before the spell was broken,
I was forced to remain a Pig for three more years. Now that we
have suffered for each other, and have found each other again, let
us forget the past.'
And in their joy they kissed one another.
Next morning they set out early to return to his father's
kingdom. Great was the rejoicing of all the people when they saw him
and his wife; his father and his mother embraced them both, and
there was feasting in the palace for three days and three nights.
Then they set out to see her father. The old King nearly went
out of his mind with joy at beholding his daughter again. When
she had told him all her adventures, he said to her:
`Did not I tell you that I was quite sure that that creature who
wooed and won you as his wife had not been born a Pig? You see,
my child, how wise you were in doing what I told you.'
And as the King was old and had no heirs, he put them on the
throne in his place. And they ruled as only kings rule who have
suffered many things. And if they are not dead they are still living
and ruling happily.