The Complete Grimm's Fairy Tales (Pantheon Books) - Jacob Grimm [282]
Going a Traveling
THERE WAS once a poor woman who had a son, who much wished to travel, but his mother said: “How can you travel? We have no money at all for you to take away with you.” Then said the son: “I will manage very well for myself; I will always say: ‘Not much, not much, not much.’ ”
So he walked for a long time and always said: “Not much, not much, not much.” Then he passed by a company of fishermen and said: “God speed you! not much, not much, not much.” “What do you say, churl, ‘not much?’ ” And when the net was drawn out they had not caught much fish. So one of them fell on the youth with a stick and said: “Have you never seen me threshing?” “What ought I to say, then?” asked the youth. “You must say: ‘Get it full, get it full.’ ” After this he again walked a long time, and said: “Get it full, get it full,” until he came to the gallows, where they had got a poor sinner whom they were about to hang. Then said he: “Good morning; get it full, get it full.” “What do you say, knave, ‘get it full?’ Do you want to make out that there are still more wicked people in the world—is not this enough?” And he again got some blows on his back. “What am I to say, then?” said he. “You must say: ‘May God have pity on the poor soul.’ ”
Again the youth walked on for a long while and said: “May God have pity on the poor soul!” Then he came to a pit by which stood a knacker who was cutting up a horse. The youth said: “Good morning; God have pity on the poor soul!” “What do you say, you ill-tempered knave?” and the knacker gave him such a box on the ear, that he could not see out of his eyes. “What am I to say, then?” “You must say: ‘Let the carrion lie in the pit!’ ”
So he walked on, and always said: “Let the carrion lie in the pit, let the carrion lie in the pit.” And he came to a cart full of people, so he said: “Good morning, let the carrion lie in the pit!” Then the cart fell into a pit, and the driver took his whip and cracked it upon the youth, till he was forced to crawl back to his mother, and as long as he lived he never went out a traveling again.
The Donkey
ONCE UPON a time there lived a King and a Queen, who were rich, and had everything they wanted, but no children. The Queen lamented over this day and night, and said: “I am like a field on which nothing grows.” At last God gave her her wish, but when the child came into the world, it did not look like a human child, but was a little donkey. When the mother saw that, her lamentations and outcries began in real earnest; she said she would far rather have had no child at all than have a donkey, and that they were to throw it into the water that the fishes might devour it. But the King said: “No, since God has sent him he shall be my son and heir, and after my death sit on the royal throne, and wear the kingly crown.” The donkey, therefore, was brought up and grew bigger, and his ears grew up high and straight. And he was of a merry disposition, jumped about, played and took especial pleasure in music, so that he went to a celebrated musician and said: “Teach me your art, that I may play the lute as well as you do.” “Ah, dear little master,” answered the musician, “that would come very hard to you, your fingers are not quite suited to it, and are far too big. I am afraid the strings would not last.” But no excuses were of any use—the donkey was determined to play the lute. And since he was persevering and industrious, he at last learnt to do it as well as the master himself. The young lordling once went out walking full of thought and came to a well; he looked into it and in the mirror-clear water saw his donkey’s form. He was so distressed about it, that he went out into the wide world and only took with him one faithful companion. They traveled up and down, and at last they came into a kingdom where an old King reigned who had a single but wonderfully beautiful daughter. The donkey said: “Here we will