The Devil And The Red Cap

: The Folk-tales Of The Magyars

There was once, I know not where, a soldier who was flogged many times,

and who one night had to stand on sentry. As he paced up and down, a man

with a red cap stopped in front of him and stared hard into his eyes.

The soldier said not a word, but the stranger began: "My dear son, I

know what happens in your heart, you don't like this soldier's life, and

your thoughts are at this very minute wandering to your sweetheart." The

soldier at once concluded that he had to do with the devil, and so made

his acquaintance. "Well, my dear son," said the devil, "undress quickly,

and let's change our clothes; I will stand here on guard for you if you

promise me that in a year hence, on this very day, at this very hour, to

the very minute, you will be back here. In the meantime, go home to your

native place, and don this red cap, as you can freely walk about and no

one will see you as long as you have it on your head." The soldier went

home to his native land, over seven times seven countries, and no one

saw him as he reached his village. He walked into the garden and opened

the door leading into his father's house and stood there listening. His

friends were just then speaking of him. He was delighted to hear it, and

gradually took the red cap from his head and suddenly appeared before

them, who were very pleased to see him back. His sweetheart was also

there; but no one would believe their own eyes, and thought that some

sprite played them a trick. But the soldier explained it all; and, in

order to prove the truth, he disappeared, and the next minute

reappeared. All went well with the poor soldier until the time came when

he had to start back. At the appointed hour and minute he took leave of

his friends and sweetheart amid tears.



He put on his red cap and walked back unseen by any. "Bravo, my son,"

said the devil. "I see now that you are an honest man. A Magyar always

keeps his word. You've returned to the very hour and minute. I've

received a good many floggings, though, during your absence; but don't

be afraid, we shall alter all this. You needn't be particular about your

good conduct; nobody will touch you henceforth, as I've cast a spell

and whenever they flog you the captain will feel the pain." The devil

then changed his uniform, took back the red cap, and disappeared. The

poor soldier--he couldn't help it, as he was tired of soldiering--again

committed something wrong, the punishment for which was one hundred

strokes. All the preparations to carry out the sentence had already been

made, but before he was even touched the captain began to yell as he

felt quite sure that he would suffer under it. Therefore he deemed it

more wise to recommend the dismissal of the useless fellow, instead of

worrying about him. And so it happened, the soldier was dismissed and

arrived home safely: but since this happened even the devil will not

take pity on a poor soldier.



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