King Thrushbeard

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King Thrushbeard

Once there was a king who had a lovely daughter. She was very beautiful, but she was also very proud. She thought she was better than everyone else. She sent away every boy who wanted to marry her, and she laughed at them.

Once the king made a big party and invited all the young men who wanted to get married. They stood in a long line, and the king’s daughter walked past them. She looked at them all and did not like what she saw. She said one man was too fat, like a big barrel. She said another was too tall and thin, like a stick. She said a third was too short and thick, like a brick. She said a fourth was too pale, like a ghost. She said a fifth was too red, like a rooster. She said a sixth was not straight, like a crooked log.

She found something to say about every single one, but she laughed the loudest at the tall king. He had a chin that was a little bit crooked. "Look!" she cried. "His chin looks just like a bird's beak!" From that day on, everyone called him King Thrushbeard.

But the old king was very angry. He saw that his daughter did nothing but laugh at the people. She did not like the men who wanted to marry her. So, he made a big promise. He said she would marry the very first poor man who came to his door.

A few days later, a kind fiddler came to sing outside the window. He wanted to earn a little money. When the King heard the sweet music, he asked him to come inside. The fiddler walked in, wearing his old, dirty clothes. He sang a lovely song for the King and his daughter. When he finished, he asked for a small gift. The King smiled and said, "Your song has made me so happy. I will give you my daughter to be your wife.

The princess felt a little shiver, but the King said, "I promised to give you to the very first poor man I saw, and I will keep my promise." She could not say a word to stop him. The kind priest came in, and she had to say "yes" to the fiddler right then. When the wedding was finished, the King said, "It is not right for a poor woman to stay in my big house. You may go away with your husband now.

The beggar-man led her out by the hand, and she had to walk away with him. When they reached a big forest, she asked, "Who owns this beautiful forest?" He smiled and said, "It belongs to King Thrushbeard. If you had married him, it would have been yours." She stopped and sighed. "Oh, poor me," she said. "If only I had taken King Thrushbeard.

Afterwards they came to a meadow, and she asked again, to whom does this beautiful green meadow belong. It belongs to King Thrushbeard. If you had taken him, it would have been yours. Ah, unhappy girl that I am, if I had but taken King Thrushbeard.

Then they came to a big town, and she asked again, "To whom does this nice big town belong?" It belongs to King Thrushbeard. She said, "If I had married him, it would have been mine." She cried, "Oh, poor me. If only I had married King Thrushbeard." The fiddler said, "I do not like to hear you always wishing for another husband. Am I not good enough for you?

At last they came to a very small hut. She said, "Oh goodness! What a tiny house. Who lives in this sad, little place?" The fiddler answered, "That is my house, and it will be yours, too. We will live there together.

She had to bend down low to fit through the tiny door. "Where are the servants?" asked the king's daughter. "What servants?" answered the beggar-man. "You must do everything yourself. Just make a fire and boil some water for my supper. I am very tired." But the princess did not know how to light a fire or cook. The beggar-man had to help her get everything ready. When they finished their small meal, they went to sleep. But he made her get up very early in the morning to clean the house.

For a few days they lived this way as best they could. Soon, they ran out of food and drink. Then the man said, "Wife, we cannot keep eating and drinking here without earning anything. You must make baskets." He went out, cut some willows, and brought them home. Then she began to make baskets, but the tough willows hurt her delicate hands.

I see this will not work," said the man. "You had better try spinning. Maybe you can do that better." She sat down and tried to spin, but the hard thread cut her soft fingers. The blood ran down her hand. "See?" said the man. "You are not fit for any work. I made a bad choice. Now I will sell pots and clay jars. You must sit in the market and sell them." She thought, "Alas! If anyone from my father's kingdom comes to the market and sees me selling, they will laugh at me." But she had to do it, or she would starve. For the first time, she did well. The people were happy to buy from the pretty woman, and they paid her what she asked.

Many people gave her money and left their pots with her. So they lived on what she earned until it ran out. Then the husband bought a lot of new dishes. She sat down at the corner of the market and set them out to sell. But suddenly, a drunk soldier galloped by on his horse. He rode right through the pots, and they all broke into tiny pieces. She started to cry and felt very scared. "Oh no, what will happen to me?" she cried. "What will my husband say?" She ran home and told him about the accident. "Who would sit at the market with dishes?" the man asked.

Stop crying, I can see that you cannot do normal work. So, I went to the King's palace and asked if they could find a place for a kitchen-maid. They promised to take you. In that way, you will get your food for free.

The princess was now a kitchen helper. She had to do the hard work for the cook. She put a small jar in her pocket. She put her share of the food in it. They lived happily on what she brought home.

The king’s oldest son was getting married. The poor woman went to the hall and stood by the door to watch. When the candles were lit and everyone looked so happy and beautiful, she felt very sad. She thought about her hard life and how her pride had brought her down.

The yummy smells of the food floated to her. The servants gave her a few little bites to take home. She put them in her jars to save for later.

Suddenly, the King’s son walked in. He was wearing soft velvet and shiny silk, and he had gold chains around his neck. When he saw the beautiful woman by the door, he reached out to take her hand. He wanted to dance with her. But she pulled her hand away and felt very scared. She knew it was King Thrushbeard, the man she had treated so badly. She tried to run away, but he gently pulled her into the big hall. As she walked, her pockets broke open. Her pots fell to the floor, the soup spilled out, and the food was everywhere. The people saw the mess and started to laugh. She felt so embarrassed that she wished she could hide deep underground. She tried to run out the door, but a kind man caught her and brought her back.

And when she looked at him, it was King Thrushbeard again. He spoke to her with a kind voice. "Do not be afraid," he said. "I am the fiddler who has been living with you in that small house. I am also the hussar who rode through your dishes. I did all of this to help you learn a lesson. I wanted to make you less proud and to show you that you were wrong to be so mean to me.

Then she cried a little and said, "I was wrong, and I am not good enough to be your wife." But he smiled and said, "Do not cry. The bad times are over. Now we will have a happy wedding." Her friends came and dressed her in beautiful clothes. Her father and all the people were happy for her. The party began in a big way. "I wish you and I had been there too," she said.

The princess was now a kitchen helper. She had to do the hard work for the cook. She put a small jar in her pocket. She put her share of the food in it. They lived happily on what she brought home.

The yummy smells of the food floated to her. The servants gave her a few little bites to take home. She put them in her jars to save for later.

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"Once the king made a great feast and invited thereto, from far and near, all the young men likely to marry. They were all marshalled in a row according to their rank and standing. First came the kings, then the grand-dukes, then the princes, the earls, the barons, and the gentry. Then the king's daughter was led through the ranks, but to each one she had some objection to make. One was too fat, the wine-barrel, she said. Another was too tall, long and thin has little in. The third was too short, short and thick is never quick. The fourth was too pale, as pale as death. The fifth too red, a fighting cock. The sixth was not straight enough, a green log dried behind the stove.",
"So she had something to say against each one, but she made herself especially merry over a good king who stood quite high up in the row, and whose chin had grown a little crooked. Look, she cried and laughed, he has a chin like a thrush's beak. And from that time he got the name of king thrushbeard.",
"But the old king, when he saw that his daugher did nothing but mock the people, and despised all the suitors who were gathered there, was very angry, and swore that she should have for her husband the very first beggar that came to his doors.",
"A few days afterwards a fiddler came and sang beneath the windows, trying to earn a few pennies. When the king heard him he said, let him come up. So the fiddler came in, in his dirty, ragged clothes, and sang before the king and his daughter, and when he had ended he asked for a trifling gift. The king said, your song has pleased me so well that I will give you my daughter there, to wife.",
"The king's daughter shuddered, but the king said, I have taken an oath to give you to the very first beggar-man and I will keep it. All she could say was in vain. The priest was brought, and she had to let herself be wedded to the fiddler on the spot. When that was done the king said, now it is not proper for you, a beggar-woman, to stay any longer in my palace, you may just go away with your husband.",
"The beggar-man led her out by the hand, and she was obliged to walk away on foot with him. When they came to a large forest she asked, to whom does that beautiful forest belong. It belongs to king thrushbeard. If you had taken him, it would have been yours. Ah, unhappy girl that I am, if I had but taken king thrushbeard.",
"Afterwards they came to a meadow, and she asked again, to whom does this beautiful green meadow belong. It belongs to king thrushbeard. If you had taken him, it would have been yours. Ah, unhappy girl that I am, if I had but taken king thrushbeard.",
"Then they came to a large town, and she asked again, to whom does this fine large town belong. It belongs to king thrushbeard. If you had taken him, it would have been yours. Ah, unhappy girl that I am, if I had but taken king thrushbeard. It does not please me, said the fiddler, to hear you always wishing for another husband. Am I not good enough for you.",
"At last they came to a very little hut, and she said, oh goodness. What a small house. To whom does this miserable, tiny hovel belong. The fiddler answered, that is my house and yours, where we shall live together.",
"She had to stoop in order to go in at the low door. Where are the servants, said the king's daughter. What servants, answered the beggar-man. You must yourself do what you wish to have done. Just make a fire at once, and set on water to cook my supper, I am quite tired. But the king's daughter knew nothing about lighting fires or cooking, and the beggar-man had to lend a hand himself to get anything fairly done. When they had finished their scanty meal they went to bed. But he forced her to get up quite early in the morning in order to look after the house.",
"For a few days they lived in this way as well as might be, and came to the end of all their provisions. Then the man said, wife, we cannot go on any longer eating and drinking here and earning nothing. You must make baskets. He went out, cut some willows, and brought them home. Then she began to make baskets, but the tough willows wounded her delicate hands.",
"I see that this will not do, said the man. You had better spin, perhaps you can do that better. She sat down and tried to spin, but the hard thread soon cut her soft fingers so that the blood ran down. See, said the man, you are fit for no sort of work. I have made a bad bargain with you. Now I will try to make a business with pots and earthenware. You must sit in the market-place and sell the ware. Alas, thought she, if any of the people from my father's kingdom come to the market and see me sitting there, selling, how they will mock me. But it was of no use, she had to yield unless she chose to die of hunger. For the first time she succeeded well, for the people were glad to buy the woman's wares because she was good-looking, and they paid her what she asked. Many even gave her the money and left the pots with her as well. So they lived on what she had earned as long as it lasted, then the husband bought a lot of new crockery. With this she sat down at the corner of the market-place, and set it out round about her ready for sale. But suddenly there came a drunken hussar galloping along, and he rode right amongst the pots so that they were all broken into a thousand bits. She began to weep, and did now know what to do for fear. Alas, what will happen to me, cried she. What will my husband say to this. She ran home and told him of the misfortune. Who would seat herself at a corner of the market-place with crockery, said the man. Leave off crying, I see very well that you cannot do any ordinary work, so I have been to our king's palace and have asked whether they cannot find a place for a kitchen-maid, and they have promised me to take you. In that way you will get your food for nothing.",
"The king's daughter was now a kitchen-maid, and had to be at the cook's beck and call, and do the dirtiest work. In both her pockets she fastened a little jar, in which she took home her share of the leavings, and upon this they lived.",
"It happened that the wedding of the king's eldest son was to be celebrated, so the poor woman went up and placed herself by the door of the hall to look on. When all the candles were lit, and people, each more beautiful than the other, entered, and all was full of pomp and splendor, she thought of her lot with a sad heart, and cursed the pride and haughtiness which had humbled her and brought her to so great poverty.",
"The smell of the delicious dishes which were being taken in and out reached her, and now and then the servants threw her a few morsels of them. These she put in her jars to take home.",
"All at once the king's son entered, clothed in velvet and silk, with gold chains about his neck. And when he saw the beautiful woman standing by the door he seized her by the hand, and would have danced with her. But she refused and shrank with fear, for she saw that it was king thrushbeard, her suitor whom she had driven away with scorn. Her struggles were of no avail, he drew her into the hall. But the string by which her pockets were hung broke, the pots fell down, the soup ran out, and the scraps were scattered all about. And when the people saw it, there arose general laughter and derision, and she was so ashamed that she would rather have been a thousand fathoms below the ground. She sprang to the door and would have run away, but on the stairs a man caught her and brought her back. And when she looked at him it was king thrushbeard again. He said to her kindly, do not be afraid, I and the fiddler who has been living with you in that wretched hovel are one. For love of you I disguised myself so. And I also was the hussar who rode through your crockery. This was all done to humble your proud spirit, and to punish you for the insolence with which you mocked me.",
"Then she wept bitterly and said, I have done great wrong, and am not worthy to be your wife. But he said, be comforted, the evil days are past. Now we will celebrate our wedding. Then the maids-in-waiting came and put on her the most splendid clothing, and her father and his whole court came and wished her happiness in her marriage with king thrushbeard, and the joy now began in earnest. I wish you and I had been there too."
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If you had taken him, it would have been yours. Ah, unhappy girl that I am, if I had but taken king thrushbeard.\n\nThen they came to a large town, and she asked again, to whom does this fine large town belong. It belongs to king thrushbeard. If you had taken him, it would have been yours. Ah, unhappy girl that I am, if I had but taken king thrushbeard. It does not please me, said the fiddler, to hear you always wishing for another husband. Am I not good enough for you.\n\nAt last they came to a very little hut, and she said, oh goodness. What a small house. To whom does this miserable, tiny hovel belong. The fiddler answered, that is my house and yours, where we shall live together.\n\nShe had to stoop in order to go in at the low door. Where are the servants, said the king's daughter. What servants, answered the beggar-man. You must yourself do what you wish to have done. Just make a fire at once, and set on water to cook my supper, I am quite tired. But the king's daughter knew nothing about lighting fires or cooking, and the beggar-man had to lend a hand himself to get anything fairly done. When they had finished their scanty meal they went to bed. But he forced her to get up quite early in the morning in order to look after the house.\n\nFor a few days they lived in this way as well as might be, and came to the end of all their provisions. Then the man said, wife, we cannot go on any longer eating and drinking here and earning nothing. You must make baskets. He went out, cut some willows, and brought them home. Then she began to make baskets, but the tough willows wounded her delicate hands.\n\nI see that this will not do, said the man. You had better spin, perhaps you can do that better. She sat down and tried to spin, but the hard thread soon cut her soft fingers so that the blood ran down. See, said the man, you are fit for no sort of work. I have made a bad bargain with you. Now I will try to make a business with pots and earthenware. You must sit in the market-place and sell the ware. Alas, thought she, if any of the people from my father's kingdom come to the market and see me sitting there, selling, how they will mock me. But it was of no use, she had to yield unless she chose to die of hunger. For the first time she succeeded well, for the people were glad to buy the woman's wares because she was good-looking, and they paid her what she asked. Many even gave her the money and left the pots with her as well. So they lived on what she had earned as long as it lasted, then the husband bought a lot of new crockery. With this she sat down at the corner of the market-place, and set it out round about her ready for sale. But suddenly there came a drunken hussar galloping along, and he rode right amongst the pots so that they were all broken into a thousand bits. She began to weep, and did now know what to do for fear. Alas, what will happen to me, cried she. What will my husband say to this. She ran home and told him of the misfortune. Who would seat herself at a corner of the market-place with crockery, said the man. Leave off crying, I see very well that you cannot do any ordinary work, so I have been to our king's palace and have asked whether they cannot find a place for a kitchen-maid, and they have promised me to take you. In that way you will get your food for nothing.\n\nThe king's daughter was now a kitchen-maid, and had to be at the cook's beck and call, and do the dirtiest work. In both her pockets she fastened a little jar, in which she took home her share of the leavings, and upon this they lived.\n\nIt happened that the wedding of the king's eldest son was to be celebrated, so the poor woman went up and placed herself by the door of the hall to look on. When all the candles were lit, and people, each more beautiful than the other, entered, and all was full of pomp and splendor, she thought of her lot with a sad heart, and cursed the pride and haughtiness which had humbled her and brought her to so great poverty.\n\nThe smell of the delicious dishes which were being taken in and out reached her, and now and then the servants threw her a few morsels of them. These she put in her jars to take home.\n\nAll at once the king's son entered, clothed in velvet and silk, with gold chains about his neck. And when he saw the beautiful woman standing by the door he seized her by the hand, and would have danced with her. But she refused and shrank with fear, for she saw that it was king thrushbeard, her suitor whom she had driven away with scorn. Her struggles were of no avail, he drew her into the hall. But the string by which her pockets were hung broke, the pots fell down, the soup ran out, and the scraps were scattered all about. And when the people saw it, there arose general laughter and derision, and she was so ashamed that she would rather have been a thousand fathoms below the ground. She sprang to the door and would have run away, but on the stairs a man caught her and brought her back. And when she looked at him it was king thrushbeard again. He said to her kindly, do not be afraid, I and the fiddler who has been living with you in that wretched hovel are one. For love of you I disguised myself so. And I also was the hussar who rode through your crockery. This was all done to humble your proud spirit, and to punish you for the insolence with which you mocked me.\n\nThen she wept bitterly and said, I have done great wrong, and am not worthy to be your wife. But he said, be comforted, the evil days are past. Now we will celebrate our wedding. Then the maids-in-waiting came and put on her the most splendid clothing, and her father and his whole court came and wished her happiness in her marriage with king thrushbeard, and the joy now began in earnest. I wish you and I had been there too.",
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"So she had something to say against each one, but she made herself especially merry over a good king who stood quite high up in the row, and whose chin had grown a little crooked. Look, she cried and laughed, he has a chin like a thrush's beak. And from that time he got the name of king thrushbeard.",
"But the old king, when he saw that his daugher did nothing but mock the people, and despised all the suitors who were gathered there, was very angry, and swore that she should have for her husband the very first beggar that came to his doors.",
"A few days afterwards a fiddler came and sang beneath the windows, trying to earn a few pennies. When the king heard him he said, let him come up. So the fiddler came in, in his dirty, ragged clothes, and sang before the king and his daughter, and when he had ended he asked for a trifling gift. The king said, your song has pleased me so well that I will give you my daughter there, to wife.",
"The king's daughter shuddered, but the king said, I have taken an oath to give you to the very first beggar-man and I will keep it. All she could say was in vain. The priest was brought, and she had to let herself be wedded to the fiddler on the spot. When that was done the king said, now it is not proper for you, a beggar-woman, to stay any longer in my palace, you may just go away with your husband.",
"The beggar-man led her out by the hand, and she was obliged to walk away on foot with him. When they came to a large forest she asked, to whom does that beautiful forest belong. It belongs to king thrushbeard. If you had taken him, it would have been yours. Ah, unhappy girl that I am, if I had but taken king thrushbeard.",
"Afterwards they came to a meadow, and she asked again, to whom does this beautiful green meadow belong. It belongs to king thrushbeard. If you had taken him, it would have been yours. Ah, unhappy girl that I am, if I had but taken king thrushbeard.",
"Then they came to a large town, and she asked again, to whom does this fine large town belong. It belongs to king thrushbeard. If you had taken him, it would have been yours. Ah, unhappy girl that I am, if I had but taken king thrushbeard. It does not please me, said the fiddler, to hear you always wishing for another husband. Am I not good enough for you.",
"At last they came to a very little hut, and she said, oh goodness. What a small house. To whom does this miserable, tiny hovel belong. The fiddler answered, that is my house and yours, where we shall live together.",
"She had to stoop in order to go in at the low door. Where are the servants, said the king's daughter. What servants, answered the beggar-man. You must yourself do what you wish to have done. Just make a fire at once, and set on water to cook my supper, I am quite tired. But the king's daughter knew nothing about lighting fires or cooking, and the beggar-man had to lend a hand himself to get anything fairly done. When they had finished their scanty meal they went to bed. But he forced her to get up quite early in the morning in order to look after the house.",
"For a few days they lived in this way as well as might be, and came to the end of all their provisions. Then the man said, wife, we cannot go on any longer eating and drinking here and earning nothing. You must make baskets. He went out, cut some willows, and brought them home. Then she began to make baskets, but the tough willows wounded her delicate hands.",
"I see that this will not do, said the man. You had better spin, perhaps you can do that better. She sat down and tried to spin, but the hard thread soon cut her soft fingers so that the blood ran down. See, said the man, you are fit for no sort of work. I have made a bad bargain with you. Now I will try to make a business with pots and earthenware. You must sit in the market-place and sell the ware. Alas, thought she, if any of the people from my father's kingdom come to the market and see me sitting there, selling, how they will mock me. But it was of no use, she had to yield unless she chose to die of hunger. For the first time she succeeded well, for the people were glad to buy the woman's wares because she was good-looking, and they paid her what she asked. Many even gave her the money and left the pots with her as well. So they lived on what she had earned as long as it lasted, then the husband bought a lot of new crockery. With this she sat down at the corner of the market-place, and set it out round about her ready for sale. But suddenly there came a drunken hussar galloping along, and he rode right amongst the pots so that they were all broken into a thousand bits. She began to weep, and did now know what to do for fear. Alas, what will happen to me, cried she. What will my husband say to this. She ran home and told him of the misfortune. Who would seat herself at a corner of the market-place with crockery, said the man. Leave off crying, I see very well that you cannot do any ordinary work, so I have been to our king's palace and have asked whether they cannot find a place for a kitchen-maid, and they have promised me to take you. In that way you will get your food for nothing.",
"The king's daughter was now a kitchen-maid, and had to be at the cook's beck and call, and do the dirtiest work. In both her pockets she fastened a little jar, in which she took home her share of the leavings, and upon this they lived.",
"It happened that the wedding of the king's eldest son was to be celebrated, so the poor woman went up and placed herself by the door of the hall to look on. When all the candles were lit, and people, each more beautiful than the other, entered, and all was full of pomp and splendor, she thought of her lot with a sad heart, and cursed the pride and haughtiness which had humbled her and brought her to so great poverty.",
"The smell of the delicious dishes which were being taken in and out reached her, and now and then the servants threw her a few morsels of them. These she put in her jars to take home.",
"All at once the king's son entered, clothed in velvet and silk, with gold chains about his neck. And when he saw the beautiful woman standing by the door he seized her by the hand, and would have danced with her. But she refused and shrank with fear, for she saw that it was king thrushbeard, her suitor whom she had driven away with scorn. Her struggles were of no avail, he drew her into the hall. But the string by which her pockets were hung broke, the pots fell down, the soup ran out, and the scraps were scattered all about. And when the people saw it, there arose general laughter and derision, and she was so ashamed that she would rather have been a thousand fathoms below the ground. She sprang to the door and would have run away, but on the stairs a man caught her and brought her back. And when she looked at him it was king thrushbeard again. He said to her kindly, do not be afraid, I and the fiddler who has been living with you in that wretched hovel are one. For love of you I disguised myself so. And I also was the hussar who rode through your crockery. This was all done to humble your proud spirit, and to punish you for the insolence with which you mocked me.",
"Then she wept bitterly and said, I have done great wrong, and am not worthy to be your wife. But he said, be comforted, the evil days are past. Now we will celebrate our wedding. Then the maids-in-waiting came and put on her the most splendid clothing, and her father and his whole court came and wished her happiness in her marriage with king thrushbeard, and the joy now began in earnest. I wish you and I had been there too."
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The sixth was not straight enough, a green log dried behind the stove.\n\nSo she had something to say against each one, but she made herself especially merry over a good king who stood quite high up in the row, and whose chin had grown a little crooked. Look, she cried and laughed, he has a chin like a thrush's beak. And from that time he got the name of king thrushbeard.\n\nBut the old king, when he saw that his daugher did nothing but mock the people, and despised all the suitors who were gathered there, was very angry, and swore that she should have for her husband the very first beggar that came to his doors.\n\nA few days afterwards a fiddler came and sang beneath the windows, trying to earn a few pennies. When the king heard him he said, let him come up. So the fiddler came in, in his dirty, ragged clothes, and sang before the king and his daughter, and when he had ended he asked for a trifling gift. The king said, your song has pleased me so well that I will give you my daughter there, to wife.\n\nThe king's daughter shuddered, but the king said, I have taken an oath to give you to the very first beggar-man and I will keep it. All she could say was in vain. The priest was brought, and she had to let herself be wedded to the fiddler on the spot. When that was done the king said, now it is not proper for you, a beggar-woman, to stay any longer in my palace, you may just go away with your husband.\n\nThe beggar-man led her out by the hand, and she was obliged to walk away on foot with him. When they came to a large forest she asked, to whom does that beautiful forest belong. It belongs to king thrushbeard. If you had taken him, it would have been yours. Ah, unhappy girl that I am, if I had but taken king thrushbeard.\n\nAfterwards they came to a meadow, and she asked again, to whom does this beautiful green meadow belong. It belongs to king thrushbeard. If you had taken him, it would have been yours. Ah, unhappy girl that I am, if I had but taken king thrushbeard.\n\nThen they came to a large town, and she asked again, to whom does this fine large town belong. It belongs to king thrushbeard. If you had taken him, it would have been yours. Ah, unhappy girl that I am, if I had but taken king thrushbeard. It does not please me, said the fiddler, to hear you always wishing for another husband. Am I not good enough for you.\n\nAt last they came to a very little hut, and she said, oh goodness. What a small house. To whom does this miserable, tiny hovel belong. The fiddler answered, that is my house and yours, where we shall live together.\n\nShe had to stoop in order to go in at the low door. Where are the servants, said the king's daughter. What servants, answered the beggar-man. You must yourself do what you wish to have done. Just make a fire at once, and set on water to cook my supper, I am quite tired. But the king's daughter knew nothing about lighting fires or cooking, and the beggar-man had to lend a hand himself to get anything fairly done. When they had finished their scanty meal they went to bed. But he forced her to get up quite early in the morning in order to look after the house.\n\nFor a few days they lived in this way as well as might be, and came to the end of all their provisions. Then the man said, wife, we cannot go on any longer eating and drinking here and earning nothing. You must make baskets. He went out, cut some willows, and brought them home. Then she began to make baskets, but the tough willows wounded her delicate hands.\n\nI see that this will not do, said the man. You had better spin, perhaps you can do that better. She sat down and tried to spin, but the hard thread soon cut her soft fingers so that the blood ran down. See, said the man, you are fit for no sort of work. I have made a bad bargain with you. Now I will try to make a business with pots and earthenware. You must sit in the market-place and sell the ware. Alas, thought she, if any of the people from my father's kingdom come to the market and see me sitting there, selling, how they will mock me. But it was of no use, she had to yield unless she chose to die of hunger. For the first time she succeeded well, for the people were glad to buy the woman's wares because she was good-looking, and they paid her what she asked. Many even gave her the money and left the pots with her as well. So they lived on what she had earned as long as it lasted, then the husband bought a lot of new crockery. With this she sat down at the corner of the market-place, and set it out round about her ready for sale. But suddenly there came a drunken hussar galloping along, and he rode right amongst the pots so that they were all broken into a thousand bits. She began to weep, and did now know what to do for fear. Alas, what will happen to me, cried she. What will my husband say to this. She ran home and told him of the misfortune. Who would seat herself at a corner of the market-place with crockery, said the man. Leave off crying, I see very well that you cannot do any ordinary work, so I have been to our king's palace and have asked whether they cannot find a place for a kitchen-maid, and they have promised me to take you. In that way you will get your food for nothing.\n\nThe king's daughter was now a kitchen-maid, and had to be at the cook's beck and call, and do the dirtiest work. In both her pockets she fastened a little jar, in which she took home her share of the leavings, and upon this they lived.\n\nIt happened that the wedding of the king's eldest son was to be celebrated, so the poor woman went up and placed herself by the door of the hall to look on. When all the candles were lit, and people, each more beautiful than the other, entered, and all was full of pomp and splendor, she thought of her lot with a sad heart, and cursed the pride and haughtiness which had humbled her and brought her to so great poverty.\n\nThe smell of the delicious dishes which were being taken in and out reached her, and now and then the servants threw her a few morsels of them. These she put in her jars to take home.\n\nAll at once the king's son entered, clothed in velvet and silk, with gold chains about his neck. And when he saw the beautiful woman standing by the door he seized her by the hand, and would have danced with her. But she refused and shrank with fear, for she saw that it was king thrushbeard, her suitor whom she had driven away with scorn. Her struggles were of no avail, he drew her into the hall. But the string by which her pockets were hung broke, the pots fell down, the soup ran out, and the scraps were scattered all about. And when the people saw it, there arose general laughter and derision, and she was so ashamed that she would rather have been a thousand fathoms below the ground. She sprang to the door and would have run away, but on the stairs a man caught her and brought her back. And when she looked at him it was king thrushbeard again. He said to her kindly, do not be afraid, I and the fiddler who has been living with you in that wretched hovel are one. For love of you I disguised myself so. And I also was the hussar who rode through your crockery. This was all done to humble your proud spirit, and to punish you for the insolence with which you mocked me.\n\nThen she wept bitterly and said, I have done great wrong, and am not worthy to be your wife. But he said, be comforted, the evil days are past. Now we will celebrate our wedding. Then the maids-in-waiting came and put on her the most splendid clothing, and her father and his whole court came and wished her happiness in her marriage with king thrushbeard, and the joy now began in earnest. I wish you and I had been there too.",
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"So she had something to say against each one, but she made herself especially merry over a good king who stood quite high up in the row, and whose chin had grown a little crooked. Look, she cried and laughed, he has a chin like a thrush's beak. And from that time he got the name of king thrushbeard.",
"But the old king, when he saw that his daugher did nothing but mock the people, and despised all the suitors who were gathered there, was very angry, and swore that she should have for her husband the very first beggar that came to his doors.",
"A few days afterwards a fiddler came and sang beneath the windows, trying to earn a few pennies. When the king heard him he said, let him come up. So the fiddler came in, in his dirty, ragged clothes, and sang before the king and his daughter, and when he had ended he asked for a trifling gift. The king said, your song has pleased me so well that I will give you my daughter there, to wife.",
"The king's daughter shuddered, but the king said, I have taken an oath to give you to the very first beggar-man and I will keep it. All she could say was in vain. The priest was brought, and she had to let herself be wedded to the fiddler on the spot. When that was done the king said, now it is not proper for you, a beggar-woman, to stay any longer in my palace, you may just go away with your husband.",
"The beggar-man led her out by the hand, and she was obliged to walk away on foot with him. When they came to a large forest she asked, to whom does that beautiful forest belong. It belongs to king thrushbeard. If you had taken him, it would have been yours. Ah, unhappy girl that I am, if I had but taken king thrushbeard.",
"Afterwards they came to a meadow, and she asked again, to whom does this beautiful green meadow belong. It belongs to king thrushbeard. If you had taken him, it would have been yours. Ah, unhappy girl that I am, if I had but taken king thrushbeard.",
"Then they came to a large town, and she asked again, to whom does this fine large town belong. It belongs to king thrushbeard. If you had taken him, it would have been yours. Ah, unhappy girl that I am, if I had but taken king thrushbeard. It does not please me, said the fiddler, to hear you always wishing for another husband. Am I not good enough for you.",
"At last they came to a very little hut, and she said, oh goodness. What a small house. To whom does this miserable, tiny hovel belong. The fiddler answered, that is my house and yours, where we shall live together.",
"She had to stoop in order to go in at the low door. Where are the servants, said the king's daughter. What servants, answered the beggar-man. You must yourself do what you wish to have done. Just make a fire at once, and set on water to cook my supper, I am quite tired. But the king's daughter knew nothing about lighting fires or cooking, and the beggar-man had to lend a hand himself to get anything fairly done. When they had finished their scanty meal they went to bed. But he forced her to get up quite early in the morning in order to look after the house.",
"For a few days they lived in this way as well as might be, and came to the end of all their provisions. Then the man said, wife, we cannot go on any longer eating and drinking here and earning nothing. You must make baskets. He went out, cut some willows, and brought them home. Then she began to make baskets, but the tough willows wounded her delicate hands.",
"I see that this will not do, said the man. You had better spin, perhaps you can do that better. She sat down and tried to spin, but the hard thread soon cut her soft fingers so that the blood ran down. See, said the man, you are fit for no sort of work. I have made a bad bargain with you. Now I will try to make a business with pots and earthenware. You must sit in the market-place and sell the ware. Alas, thought she, if any of the people from my father's kingdom come to the market and see me sitting there, selling, how they will mock me. But it was of no use, she had to yield unless she chose to die of hunger. For the first time she succeeded well, for the people were glad to buy the woman's wares because she was good-looking, and they paid her what she asked.",
"Many even gave her the money and left the pots with her as well. So they lived on what she had earned as long as it lasted, then the husband bought a lot of new crockery. With this she sat down at the corner of the market-place, and set it out round about her ready for sale. But suddenly there came a drunken hussar galloping along, and he rode right amongst the pots so that they were all broken into a thousand bits. She began to weep, and did now know what to do for fear. Alas, what will happen to me, cried she. What will my husband say to this. She ran home and told him of the misfortune. Who would seat herself at a corner of the market-place with crockery, said the man.",
"Leave off crying, I see very well that you cannot do any ordinary work, so I have been to our king's palace and have asked whether they cannot find a place for a kitchen-maid, and they have promised me to take you. In that way you will get your food for nothing.",
"The king's daughter was now a kitchen-maid, and had to be at the cook's beck and call, and do the dirtiest work. In both her pockets she fastened a little jar, in which she took home her share of the leavings, and upon this they lived.",
"It happened that the wedding of the king's eldest son was to be celebrated, so the poor woman went up and placed herself by the door of the hall to look on. When all the candles were lit, and people, each more beautiful than the other, entered, and all was full of pomp and splendor, she thought of her lot with a sad heart, and cursed the pride and haughtiness which had humbled her and brought her to so great poverty.",
"The smell of the delicious dishes which were being taken in and out reached her, and now and then the servants threw her a few morsels of them. These she put in her jars to take home.",
"All at once the king's son entered, clothed in velvet and silk, with gold chains about his neck. And when he saw the beautiful woman standing by the door he seized her by the hand, and would have danced with her. But she refused and shrank with fear, for she saw that it was king thrushbeard, her suitor whom she had driven away with scorn. Her struggles were of no avail, he drew her into the hall. But the string by which her pockets were hung broke, the pots fell down, the soup ran out, and the scraps were scattered all about. And when the people saw it, there arose general laughter and derision, and she was so ashamed that she would rather have been a thousand fathoms below the ground. She sprang to the door and would have run away, but on the stairs a man caught her and brought her back.",
"And when she looked at him it was king thrushbeard again. He said to her kindly, do not be afraid, I and the fiddler who has been living with you in that wretched hovel are one. For love of you I disguised myself so. And I also was the hussar who rode through your crockery. This was all done to humble your proud spirit, and to punish you for the insolence with which you mocked me.",
"Then she wept bitterly and said, I have done great wrong, and am not worthy to be your wife. But he said, be comforted, the evil days are past. Now we will celebrate our wedding. Then the maids-in-waiting came and put on her the most splendid clothing, and her father and his whole court came and wished her happiness in her marriage with king thrushbeard, and the joy now began in earnest. I wish you and I had been there too."
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"A king had a daughter who was beautiful beyond all measure, but so proud and haughty withal that no suitor was good enough for her. She sent away one after the other, and ridiculed them as well.",
"Once the king made a great feast and invited thereto, from far and near, all the young men likely to marry. They were all marshalled in a row according to their rank and standing. First came the kings, then the grand-dukes, then the princes, the earls, the barons, and the gentry. Then the king's daughter was led through the ranks, but to each one she had some objection to make. One was too fat, the wine-barrel, she said. Another was too tall, long and thin has little in. The third was too short, short and thick is never quick. The fourth was too pale, as pale as death. The fifth too red, a fighting cock. The sixth was not straight enough, a green log dried behind the stove.",
"So she had something to say against each one, but she made herself especially merry over a good king who stood quite high up in the row, and whose chin had grown a little crooked. Look, she cried and laughed, he has a chin like a thrush's beak. And from that time he got the name of king thrushbeard.",
"But the old king, when he saw that his daugher did nothing but mock the people, and despised all the suitors who were gathered there, was very angry, and swore that she should have for her husband the very first beggar that came to his doors.",
"A few days afterwards a fiddler came and sang beneath the windows, trying to earn a few pennies. When the king heard him he said, let him come up. So the fiddler came in, in his dirty, ragged clothes, and sang before the king and his daughter, and when he had ended he asked for a trifling gift. The king said, your song has pleased me so well that I will give you my daughter there, to wife.",
"The king's daughter shuddered, but the king said, I have taken an oath to give you to the very first beggar-man and I will keep it. All she could say was in vain. The priest was brought, and she had to let herself be wedded to the fiddler on the spot. When that was done the king said, now it is not proper for you, a beggar-woman, to stay any longer in my palace, you may just go away with your husband.",
"The beggar-man led her out by the hand, and she was obliged to walk away on foot with him. When they came to a large forest she asked, to whom does that beautiful forest belong. It belongs to king thrushbeard. If you had taken him, it would have been yours. Ah, unhappy girl that I am, if I had but taken king thrushbeard.",
"Afterwards they came to a meadow, and she asked again, to whom does this beautiful green meadow belong. It belongs to king thrushbeard. If you had taken him, it would have been yours. Ah, unhappy girl that I am, if I had but taken king thrushbeard.",
"Then they came to a large town, and she asked again, to whom does this fine large town belong. It belongs to king thrushbeard. If you had taken him, it would have been yours. Ah, unhappy girl that I am, if I had but taken king thrushbeard. It does not please me, said the fiddler, to hear you always wishing for another husband. Am I not good enough for you.",
"At last they came to a very little hut, and she said, oh goodness. What a small house. To whom does this miserable, tiny hovel belong. The fiddler answered, that is my house and yours, where we shall live together.",
"She had to stoop in order to go in at the low door. Where are the servants, said the king's daughter. What servants, answered the beggar-man. You must yourself do what you wish to have done. Just make a fire at once, and set on water to cook my supper, I am quite tired. But the king's daughter knew nothing about lighting fires or cooking, and the beggar-man had to lend a hand himself to get anything fairly done. When they had finished their scanty meal they went to bed. But he forced her to get up quite early in the morning in order to look after the house.",
"For a few days they lived in this way as well as might be, and came to the end of all their provisions. Then the man said, wife, we cannot go on any longer eating and drinking here and earning nothing. You must make baskets. He went out, cut some willows, and brought them home. Then she began to make baskets, but the tough willows wounded her delicate hands.",
"I see that this will not do, said the man. You had better spin, perhaps you can do that better. She sat down and tried to spin, but the hard thread soon cut her soft fingers so that the blood ran down. See, said the man, you are fit for no sort of work. I have made a bad bargain with you. Now I will try to make a business with pots and earthenware. You must sit in the market-place and sell the ware. Alas, thought she, if any of the people from my father's kingdom come to the market and see me sitting there, selling, how they will mock me. But it was of no use, she had to yield unless she chose to die of hunger. For the first time she succeeded well, for the people were glad to buy the woman's wares because she was good-looking, and they paid her what she asked. Many even gave her the money and left the pots with her as well. So they lived on what she had earned as long as it lasted, then the husband bought a lot of new crockery. With this she sat down at the corner of the market-place, and set it out round about her ready for sale. But suddenly there came a drunken hussar galloping along, and he rode right amongst the pots so that they were all broken into a thousand bits. She began to weep, and did now know what to do for fear. Alas, what will happen to me, cried she. What will my husband say to this. She ran home and told him of the misfortune. Who would seat herself at a corner of the market-place with crockery, said the man. Leave off crying, I see very well that you cannot do any ordinary work, so I have been to our king's palace and have asked whether they cannot find a place for a kitchen-maid, and they have promised me to take you. In that way you will get your food for nothing.",
"The king's daughter was now a kitchen-maid, and had to be at the cook's beck and call, and do the dirtiest work. In both her pockets she fastened a little jar, in which she took home her share of the leavings, and upon this they lived.",
"It happened that the wedding of the king's eldest son was to be celebrated, so the poor woman went up and placed herself by the door of the hall to look on. When all the candles were lit, and people, each more beautiful than the other, entered, and all was full of pomp and splendor, she thought of her lot with a sad heart, and cursed the pride and haughtiness which had humbled her and brought her to so great poverty.",
"The smell of the delicious dishes which were being taken in and out reached her, and now and then the servants threw her a few morsels of them. These she put in her jars to take home.",
"All at once the king's son entered, clothed in velvet and silk, with gold chains about his neck. And when he saw the beautiful woman standing by the door he seized her by the hand, and would have danced with her. But she refused and shrank with fear, for she saw that it was king thrushbeard, her suitor whom she had driven away with scorn. Her struggles were of no avail, he drew her into the hall. But the string by which her pockets were hung broke, the pots fell down, the soup ran out, and the scraps were scattered all about. And when the people saw it, there arose general laughter and derision, and she was so ashamed that she would rather have been a thousand fathoms below the ground. She sprang to the door and would have run away, but on the stairs a man caught her and brought her back. And when she looked at him it was king thrushbeard again. He said to her kindly, do not be afraid, I and the fiddler who has been living with you in that wretched hovel are one. For love of you I disguised myself so. And I also was the hussar who rode through your crockery. This was all done to humble your proud spirit, and to punish you for the insolence with which you mocked me.",
"Then she wept bitterly and said, I have done great wrong, and am not worthy to be your wife. But he said, be comforted, the evil days are past. Now we will celebrate our wedding. Then the maids-in-waiting came and put on her the most splendid clothing, and her father and his whole court came and wished her happiness in her marriage with king thrushbeard, and the joy now began in earnest. I wish you and I had been there too."
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The sixth was not straight enough, a green log dried behind the stove.\n\nSo she had something to say against each one, but she made herself especially merry over a good king who stood quite high up in the row, and whose chin had grown a little crooked. Look, she cried and laughed, he has a chin like a thrush's beak. And from that time he got the name of king thrushbeard.\n\nBut the old king, when he saw that his daugher did nothing but mock the people, and despised all the suitors who were gathered there, was very angry, and swore that she should have for her husband the very first beggar that came to his doors.\n\nA few days afterwards a fiddler came and sang beneath the windows, trying to earn a few pennies. When the king heard him he said, let him come up. So the fiddler came in, in his dirty, ragged clothes, and sang before the king and his daughter, and when he had ended he asked for a trifling gift. 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"Then they came to a large town, and she asked again, to whom does this fine large town belong. It belongs to king thrushbeard. If you had taken him, it would have been yours. Ah, unhappy girl that I am, if I had but taken king thrushbeard. It does not please me, said the fiddler, to hear you always wishing for another husband. Am I not good enough for you.",
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"For a few days they lived in this way as well as might be, and came to the end of all their provisions. Then the man said, wife, we cannot go on any longer eating and drinking here and earning nothing. You must make baskets. He went out, cut some willows, and brought them home. Then she began to make baskets, but the tough willows wounded her delicate hands.",
"I see that this will not do, said the man. You had better spin, perhaps you can do that better. She sat down and tried to spin, but the hard thread soon cut her soft fingers so that the blood ran down. See, said the man, you are fit for no sort of work. I have made a bad bargain with you. Now I will try to make a business with pots and earthenware. You must sit in the market-place and sell the ware. Alas, thought she, if any of the people from my father's kingdom come to the market and see me sitting there, selling, how they will mock me. But it was of no use, she had to yield unless she chose to die of hunger. For the first time she succeeded well, for the people were glad to buy the woman's wares because she was good-looking, and they paid her what she asked.",
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"Leave off crying, I see very well that you cannot do any ordinary work, so I have been to our king's palace and have asked whether they cannot find a place for a kitchen-maid, and they have promised me to take you. In that way you will get your food for nothing.",
"The king's daughter was now a kitchen-maid, and had to be at the cook's beck and call, and do the dirtiest work. In both her pockets she fastened a little jar, in which she took home her share of the leavings, and upon this they lived.",
"It happened that the wedding of the king's eldest son was to be celebrated, so the poor woman went up and placed herself by the door of the hall to look on. When all the candles were lit, and people, each more beautiful than the other, entered, and all was full of pomp and splendor, she thought of her lot with a sad heart, and cursed the pride and haughtiness which had humbled her and brought her to so great poverty.",
"The smell of the delicious dishes which were being taken in and out reached her, and now and then the servants threw her a few morsels of them. These she put in her jars to take home.",
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"And when she looked at him it was king thrushbeard again. He said to her kindly, do not be afraid, I and the fiddler who has been living with you in that wretched hovel are one. For love of you I disguised myself so. And I also was the hussar who rode through your crockery. This was all done to humble your proud spirit, and to punish you for the insolence with which you mocked me.",
"Then she wept bitterly and said, I have done great wrong, and am not worthy to be your wife. But he said, be comforted, the evil days are past. Now we will celebrate our wedding. Then the maids-in-waiting came and put on her the most splendid clothing, and her father and his whole court came and wished her happiness in her marriage with king thrushbeard, and the joy now began in earnest. I wish you and I had been there too."
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"Once the king made a big party and invited all the young men who wanted to get married. They stood in a long line, and the king’s daughter walked past them. She looked at them all and did not like what she saw. She said one man was too fat, like a big barrel. She said another was too tall and thin, like a stick. She said a third was too short and thick, like a brick. She said a fourth was too pale, like a ghost. She said a fifth was too red, like a rooster. She said a sixth was not straight, like a crooked log.",
"She found something to say about every single one, but she laughed the loudest at the tall king. He had a chin that was a little bit crooked. \"Look!\" she cried. \"His chin looks just like a bird's beak!\" From that day on, everyone called him King Thrushbeard.",
"But the old king was very angry. He saw that his daughter did nothing but laugh at the people. She did not like the men who wanted to marry her. So, he made a big promise. He said she would marry the very first poor man who came to his door.",
"A few days later, a kind fiddler came to sing outside the window. He wanted to earn a little money. When the King heard the sweet music, he asked him to come inside. The fiddler walked in, wearing his old, dirty clothes. He sang a lovely song for the King and his daughter. When he finished, he asked for a small gift. The King smiled and said, \"Your song has made me so happy. I will give you my daughter to be your wife.",
"The princess felt a little shiver, but the King said, \"I promised to give you to the very first poor man I saw, and I will keep my promise.\" She could not say a word to stop him. The kind priest came in, and she had to say \"yes\" to the fiddler right then. When the wedding was finished, the King said, \"It is not right for a poor woman to stay in my big house. You may go away with your husband now.",
"The beggar-man led her out by the hand, and she had to walk away with him. When they reached a big forest, she asked, \"Who owns this beautiful forest?\" He smiled and said, \"It belongs to King Thrushbeard. If you had married him, it would have been yours.\" She stopped and sighed. \"Oh, poor me,\" she said. \"If only I had taken King Thrushbeard.",
"Afterwards they came to a meadow, and she asked again, to whom does this beautiful green meadow belong. It belongs to King Thrushbeard. If you had taken him, it would have been yours. Ah, unhappy girl that I am, if I had but taken King Thrushbeard.",
"Then they came to a big town, and she asked again, \"To whom does this nice big town belong?\" It belongs to King Thrushbeard. She said, \"If I had married him, it would have been mine.\" She cried, \"Oh, poor me. If only I had married King Thrushbeard.\" The fiddler said, \"I do not like to hear you always wishing for another husband. Am I not good enough for you?",
"At last they came to a very small hut. She said, \"Oh goodness! What a tiny house. Who lives in this sad, little place?\" The fiddler answered, \"That is my house, and it will be yours, too. We will live there together.",
"She had to bend down low to fit through the tiny door. \"Where are the servants?\" asked the king's daughter. \"What servants?\" answered the beggar-man. \"You must do everything yourself. Just make a fire and boil some water for my supper. I am very tired.\" But the princess did not know how to light a fire or cook. The beggar-man had to help her get everything ready. When they finished their small meal, they went to sleep. But he made her get up very early in the morning to clean the house.",
"For a few days they lived this way as best they could. Soon, they ran out of food and drink. Then the man said, \"Wife, we cannot keep eating and drinking here without earning anything. You must make baskets.\" He went out, cut some willows, and brought them home. Then she began to make baskets, but the tough willows hurt her delicate hands.",
"I see this will not work,\" said the man. \"You had better try spinning. Maybe you can do that better.\" She sat down and tried to spin, but the hard thread cut her soft fingers. The blood ran down her hand. \"See?\" said the man. \"You are not fit for any work. I made a bad choice. Now I will sell pots and clay jars. You must sit in the market and sell them.\" She thought, \"Alas! If anyone from my father's kingdom comes to the market and sees me selling, they will laugh at me.\" But she had to do it, or she would starve. For the first time, she did well. The people were happy to buy from the pretty woman, and they paid her what she asked.",
"Many people gave her money and left their pots with her. So they lived on what she earned until it ran out. Then the husband bought a lot of new dishes. She sat down at the corner of the market and set them out to sell. But suddenly, a drunk soldier galloped by on his horse. He rode right through the pots, and they all broke into tiny pieces. She started to cry and felt very scared. \"Oh no, what will happen to me?\" she cried. \"What will my husband say?\" She ran home and told him about the accident. \"Who would sit at the market with dishes?\" the man asked.",
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"The princess was now a kitchen helper. She had to do the hard work for the cook. She put a small jar in her pocket. She put her share of the food in it. They lived happily on what she brought home.",
"The king’s oldest son was getting married. The poor woman went to the hall and stood by the door to watch. When the candles were lit and everyone looked so happy and beautiful, she felt very sad. She thought about her hard life and how her pride had brought her down.",
"The yummy smells of the food floated to her. The servants gave her a few little bites to take home. She put them in her jars to save for later.",
"Suddenly, the King’s son walked in. He was wearing soft velvet and shiny silk, and he had gold chains around his neck. When he saw the beautiful woman by the door, he reached out to take her hand. He wanted to dance with her. But she pulled her hand away and felt very scared. She knew it was King Thrushbeard, the man she had treated so badly. She tried to run away, but he gently pulled her into the big hall. As she walked, her pockets broke open. Her pots fell to the floor, the soup spilled out, and the food was everywhere. The people saw the mess and started to laugh. She felt so embarrassed that she wished she could hide deep underground. She tried to run out the door, but a kind man caught her and brought her back.",
"And when she looked at him, it was King Thrushbeard again. He spoke to her with a kind voice. \"Do not be afraid,\" he said. \"I am the fiddler who has been living with you in that small house. I am also the hussar who rode through your dishes. I did all of this to help you learn a lesson. I wanted to make you less proud and to show you that you were wrong to be so mean to me.",
"Then she cried a little and said, \"I was wrong, and I am not good enough to be your wife.\" But he smiled and said, \"Do not cry. The bad times are over. Now we will have a happy wedding.\" Her friends came and dressed her in beautiful clothes. Her father and all the people were happy for her. The party began in a big way. \"I wish you and I had been there too,\" she said."
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He had a chin that was a little bit crooked. \"Look!\" she cried. \"His chin looks just like a bird's beak!\" From that day on, everyone called him King Thrushbeard.\n\nBut the old king was very angry. He saw that his daughter did nothing but laugh at the people. She did not like the men who wanted to marry her. So, he made a big promise. He said she would marry the very first poor man who came to his door.\n\nA few days later, a kind fiddler came to sing outside the window. He wanted to earn a little money. When the King heard the sweet music, he asked him to come inside. The fiddler walked in, wearing his old, dirty clothes. He sang a lovely song for the King and his daughter. When he finished, he asked for a small gift. The King smiled and said, \"Your song has made me so happy. I will give you my daughter to be your wife.\n\nThe princess felt a little shiver, but the King said, \"I promised to give you to the very first poor man I saw, and I will keep my promise.\" She could not say a word to stop him. The kind priest came in, and she had to say \"yes\" to the fiddler right then. When the wedding was finished, the King said, \"It is not right for a poor woman to stay in my big house. You may go away with your husband now.\n\nThe beggar-man led her out by the hand, and she had to walk away with him. When they reached a big forest, she asked, \"Who owns this beautiful forest?\" He smiled and said, \"It belongs to King Thrushbeard. If you had married him, it would have been yours.\" She stopped and sighed. \"Oh, poor me,\" she said. \"If only I had taken King Thrushbeard.\n\nAfterwards they came to a meadow, and she asked again, to whom does this beautiful green meadow belong. It belongs to King Thrushbeard. If you had taken him, it would have been yours. Ah, unhappy girl that I am, if I had but taken King Thrushbeard.\n\nThen they came to a big town, and she asked again, \"To whom does this nice big town belong?\" It belongs to King Thrushbeard. She said, \"If I had married him, it would have been mine.\" She cried, \"Oh, poor me. If only I had married King Thrushbeard.\" The fiddler said, \"I do not like to hear you always wishing for another husband. Am I not good enough for you?\n\nAt last they came to a very small hut. She said, \"Oh goodness! What a tiny house. Who lives in this sad, little place?\" The fiddler answered, \"That is my house, and it will be yours, too. We will live there together.\n\nShe had to bend down low to fit through the tiny door. \"Where are the servants?\" asked the king's daughter. \"What servants?\" answered the beggar-man. \"You must do everything yourself. Just make a fire and boil some water for my supper. I am very tired.\" But the princess did not know how to light a fire or cook. The beggar-man had to help her get everything ready. When they finished their small meal, they went to sleep. But he made her get up very early in the morning to clean the house.\n\nFor a few days they lived this way as best they could. Soon, they ran out of food and drink. Then the man said, \"Wife, we cannot keep eating and drinking here without earning anything. You must make baskets.\" He went out, cut some willows, and brought them home. Then she began to make baskets, but the tough willows hurt her delicate hands.\n\nI see this will not work,\" said the man. \"You had better try spinning. Maybe you can do that better.\" She sat down and tried to spin, but the hard thread cut her soft fingers. The blood ran down her hand. \"See?\" said the man. \"You are not fit for any work. I made a bad choice. Now I will sell pots and clay jars. You must sit in the market and sell them.\" She thought, \"Alas! If anyone from my father's kingdom comes to the market and sees me selling, they will laugh at me.\" But she had to do it, or she would starve. For the first time, she did well. The people were happy to buy from the pretty woman, and they paid her what she asked.\n\nMany people gave her money and left their pots with her. So they lived on what she earned until it ran out. Then the husband bought a lot of new dishes. She sat down at the corner of the market and set them out to sell. But suddenly, a drunk soldier galloped by on his horse. He rode right through the pots, and they all broke into tiny pieces. She started to cry and felt very scared. \"Oh no, what will happen to me?\" she cried. \"What will my husband say?\" She ran home and told him about the accident. \"Who would sit at the market with dishes?\" the man asked.\n\nStop crying, I can see that you cannot do normal work. So, I went to the King's palace and asked if they could find a place for a kitchen-maid. They promised to take you. In that way, you will get your food for free.\n\nThe princess was now a kitchen helper. She had to do the hard work for the cook. She put a small jar in her pocket. She put her share of the food in it. They lived happily on what she brought home.\n\nThe king’s oldest son was getting married. The poor woman went to the hall and stood by the door to watch. When the candles were lit and everyone looked so happy and beautiful, she felt very sad. She thought about her hard life and how her pride had brought her down.\n\nThe yummy smells of the food floated to her. The servants gave her a few little bites to take home. She put them in her jars to save for later.\n\nSuddenly, the King’s son walked in. He was wearing soft velvet and shiny silk, and he had gold chains around his neck. When he saw the beautiful woman by the door, he reached out to take her hand. He wanted to dance with her. But she pulled her hand away and felt very scared. She knew it was King Thrushbeard, the man she had treated so badly. She tried to run away, but he gently pulled her into the big hall. As she walked, her pockets broke open. Her pots fell to the floor, the soup spilled out, and the food was everywhere. The people saw the mess and started to laugh. She felt so embarrassed that she wished she could hide deep underground. She tried to run out the door, but a kind man caught her and brought her back.\n\nAnd when she looked at him, it was King Thrushbeard again. He spoke to her with a kind voice. \"Do not be afraid,\" he said. \"I am the fiddler who has been living with you in that small house. I am also the hussar who rode through your dishes. I did all of this to help you learn a lesson. I wanted to make you less proud and to show you that you were wrong to be so mean to me.\n\nThen she cried a little and said, \"I was wrong, and I am not good enough to be your wife.\" But he smiled and said, \"Do not cry. The bad times are over. Now we will have a happy wedding.\" Her friends came and dressed her in beautiful clothes. Her father and all the people were happy for her. The party began in a big way. \"I wish you and I had been there too,\" she said.",
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"Once there was a king who had a lovely daughter. She was very beautiful, but she was also very proud. She thought she was better than everyone else. She sent away every boy who wanted to marry her, and she laughed at them.",
"Once the king made a big party and invited all the young men who wanted to get married. They stood in a long line, and the king’s daughter walked past them. She looked at them all and did not like what she saw. She said one man was too fat, like a big barrel. She said another was too tall and thin, like a stick. She said a third was too short and thick, like a brick. She said a fourth was too pale, like a ghost. She said a fifth was too red, like a rooster. She said a sixth was not straight, like a crooked log.",
"She found something to say about every single one, but she laughed the loudest at the tall king. He had a chin that was a little bit crooked. \"Look!\" she cried. \"His chin looks just like a bird's beak!\" From that day on, everyone called him King Thrushbeard.",
"But the old king was very angry. He saw that his daughter did nothing but laugh at the people. She did not like the men who wanted to marry her. So, he made a big promise. He said she would marry the very first poor man who came to his door.",
"A few days later, a kind fiddler came to sing outside the window. He wanted to earn a little money. When the King heard the sweet music, he asked him to come inside. The fiddler walked in, wearing his old, dirty clothes. He sang a lovely song for the King and his daughter. When he finished, he asked for a small gift. The King smiled and said, \"Your song has made me so happy. I will give you my daughter to be your wife.",
"The princess felt a little shiver, but the King said, \"I promised to give you to the very first poor man I saw, and I will keep my promise.\" She could not say a word to stop him. The kind priest came in, and she had to say \"yes\" to the fiddler right then. When the wedding was finished, the King said, \"It is not right for a poor woman to stay in my big house. You may go away with your husband now.",
"The beggar-man led her out by the hand, and she had to walk away with him. When they reached a big forest, she asked, \"Who owns this beautiful forest?\" He smiled and said, \"It belongs to King Thrushbeard. If you had married him, it would have been yours.\" She stopped and sighed. \"Oh, poor me,\" she said. \"If only I had taken King Thrushbeard.",
"Afterwards they came to a meadow, and she asked again, to whom does this beautiful green meadow belong. It belongs to King Thrushbeard. If you had taken him, it would have been yours. Ah, unhappy girl that I am, if I had but taken King Thrushbeard.",
"Then they came to a big town, and she asked again, \"To whom does this nice big town belong?\" It belongs to King Thrushbeard. She said, \"If I had married him, it would have been mine.\" She cried, \"Oh, poor me. If only I had married King Thrushbeard.\" The fiddler said, \"I do not like to hear you always wishing for another husband. Am I not good enough for you?",
"At last they came to a very small hut. She said, \"Oh goodness! What a tiny house. Who lives in this sad, little place?\" The fiddler answered, \"That is my house, and it will be yours, too. We will live there together.",
"She had to bend down low to fit through the tiny door. \"Where are the servants?\" asked the king's daughter. \"What servants?\" answered the beggar-man. \"You must do everything yourself. Just make a fire and boil some water for my supper. I am very tired.\" But the princess did not know how to light a fire or cook. The beggar-man had to help her get everything ready. When they finished their small meal, they went to sleep. But he made her get up very early in the morning to clean the house.",
"For a few days they lived this way as best they could. Soon, they ran out of food and drink. Then the man said, \"Wife, we cannot keep eating and drinking here without earning anything. You must make baskets.\" He went out, cut some willows, and brought them home. Then she began to make baskets, but the tough willows hurt her delicate hands.",
"I see this will not work,\" said the man. \"You had better try spinning. Maybe you can do that better.\" She sat down and tried to spin, but the hard thread cut her soft fingers. The blood ran down her hand. \"See?\" said the man. \"You are not fit for any work. I made a bad choice. Now I will sell pots and clay jars. You must sit in the market and sell them.\" She thought, \"Alas! If anyone from my father's kingdom comes to the market and sees me selling, they will laugh at me.\" But she had to do it, or she would starve. For the first time, she did well. The people were happy to buy from the pretty woman, and they paid her what she asked.",
"Many people gave her money and left their pots with her. So they lived on what she earned until it ran out. Then the husband bought a lot of new dishes. She sat down at the corner of the market and set them out to sell. But suddenly, a drunk soldier galloped by on his horse. He rode right through the pots, and they all broke into tiny pieces. She started to cry and felt very scared. \"Oh no, what will happen to me?\" she cried. \"What will my husband say?\" She ran home and told him about the accident. \"Who would sit at the market with dishes?\" the man asked.",
"Stop crying, I can see that you cannot do normal work. So, I went to the King's palace and asked if they could find a place for a kitchen-maid. They promised to take you. In that way, you will get your food for free.",
"The princess was now a kitchen helper. She had to do the hard work for the cook. She put a small jar in her pocket. She put her share of the food in it. They lived happily on what she brought home.",
"The king’s oldest son was getting married. The poor woman went to the hall and stood by the door to watch. When the candles were lit and everyone looked so happy and beautiful, she felt very sad. She thought about her hard life and how her pride had brought her down.",
"The yummy smells of the food floated to her. The servants gave her a few little bites to take home. She put them in her jars to save for later.",
"Suddenly, the King’s son walked in. He was wearing soft velvet and shiny silk, and he had gold chains around his neck. When he saw the beautiful woman by the door, he reached out to take her hand. He wanted to dance with her. But she pulled her hand away and felt very scared. She knew it was King Thrushbeard, the man she had treated so badly. She tried to run away, but he gently pulled her into the big hall. As she walked, her pockets broke open. Her pots fell to the floor, the soup spilled out, and the food was everywhere. The people saw the mess and started to laugh. She felt so embarrassed that she wished she could hide deep underground. She tried to run out the door, but a kind man caught her and brought her back.",
"And when she looked at him, it was King Thrushbeard again. He spoke to her with a kind voice. \"Do not be afraid,\" he said. \"I am the fiddler who has been living with you in that small house. I am also the hussar who rode through your dishes. I did all of this to help you learn a lesson. I wanted to make you less proud and to show you that you were wrong to be so mean to me.",
"Then she cried a little and said, \"I was wrong, and I am not good enough to be your wife.\" But he smiled and said, \"Do not cry. The bad times are over. Now we will have a happy wedding.\" Her friends came and dressed her in beautiful clothes. Her father and all the people were happy for her. The party began in a big way. \"I wish you and I had been there too,\" she said."
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