The Secret-keeping Little Boy And His Little Sword

: The Folk-tales Of The Magyars

There was once, I don't know where, beyond the seas, a little village,

and in the village a widow. The widow had a pretty little son whose

cheeks were as the rose; on the left side of the little boy a scabbard

had grown, and as the boy grew the scabbard grew with him. On the same

day on which the little boy was born the point of a sword appeared in

the soil in their little garden, which kept pace with the growth of the

scabbard on the little boy's side. When the boy was a year old he

discovered the sword in the garden, and every evening at sunset he tried

the sword in the scabbard. One evening after sunset the little boy lay

down and fell fast asleep. Next morning he awaited dawn squatting by the

side of the growing sword, which he passed seven times into the

scabbard. He ran quite delighted to his mother, who got up as the

morning bell began to ring. "Oh, my dear mother, I had such a nice

dream. I wouldn't give my dream for the whole world." "Then what have

you dreamt, my son?" queried the mother. "I wouldn't tell anyone till my

dream has been realised." "Yes, but I want to know it," said his mother

angrily, "and if you won't tell me, I will thrash you."

But the widow threatened her little son in vain; neither kind words nor

threats could induce him to tell his secret. At last she thrashed him,

but with no result; the little fellow went into the garden and knelt

down by the side of his little sword, which had the peculiar feature

that it continually revolved, and cut everyone's hand who touched it

with the exception of that of the little boy. The little sword as soon

as its point felt the touch of the scabbard stopped and slid into the

scabbard, and the little boy for a long time gazed at his weapon and

wept bitterly. As he was thus weeping in his mother's garden, the king

of the country passed outside the fencing; the king heard the sound of

crying and stopped his carriage, and thus spoke to his footman: "My dear

servant, go to see who is crying in that garden, and ask the cause of

it?" The footman obeyed, and on his return gave the following reply to

his royal master: "Your majesty, a child is kneeling among the flowers,

and cries because his mother has cruelly beaten him." "Bring him here,

my dear servant, tell him his king wants him, who has never cried in his

life, and cannot bear to hear anyone else cry." The footman brought the

child back with him, wiped away his tears, and the king asked the dear

little boy whether he would like to go with him as he was willing to

adopt him as his son. "I would like to go, majesty, if my mother would

let me." "Go, my servant, to this little fellow's mother," said the king

to his footman, "and tell her that the king will take her pretty son to

his palace and if he behave well will give him half of his realm, and

also his prettiest daughter."

The widow, who only a moment ago was so angry, commenced to cry for joy,

and placed her son with her own hands into the king's lap, and kissed

the monarch's hand. "Don't be so stubborn when you are at your royal

father's court as you were at your widow-mother's house," she said to

him, and with these words the old woman ran away from her pretty little

son, who again cried bitterly. Then the dear little prince begged leave

to get down from the carriage; he pulled the little sword up out of the

ground, and placed it in the scabbard, where it rattled unceasingly.

They had driven a good distance, and the boy had had his cry, when the

king said, "Why did you cry so bitterly in the little garden, my dear

son?" "Because" replied the little boy "my mother continually scolded

me, and also thrashed me cruelly." "And why did your mother thrash you

cruelly and scold you?" asked the king. "Because I wouldn't tell her my

dream." "And why would you not tell your dream to your poor mother?"

"Because I will not tell it to anyone till it is fulfilled." "And won't

you tell it to me either?" asked the king in astonishment. "No, nobody

shall know it but God, who knows it already." "I'm sure you will tell me

when we get home," said his royal father smiling. After three days'

journey they arrived at the king's town: the queen with her three

daughters were greatly delighted that their royal husband and father had

brought them such a pretty boy. The girls offered all sorts of things to

their pretty brother.

"Don't love him so much," said the wise king, "as he does not deserve

it; he harbours some secret in his heart which he will not tell anyone."

"He will tell me," said the eldest girl, but the little boy shook his

head. "He will tell it me," said the second. "Not I," said the little

boy angrily. "You won't keep it from me," said the youngest coaxingly.

"I will not tell my secret to anyone till it is realised, and I will

punish anyone who dares to inquire," threatened the little boy. The king

in his great sorrow looked at his wife and daughters; he summoned his

servants, handed the little boy to them, and said, "Take away this

stubborn child, take him to your house, he's not fit for a royal

palace." The sword at the little boy's side clanked loudly; the servants

obeyed their royal master's orders, and took the boy to the place where

they lived. The pretty child cried upon being taken away from the

gorgeous palace, and the servants' children consoled him, offered him

fruits and toys, and thus brought back his spirits in a few hours; the

children got used to each other, and the little boy lived with them

until he became seventeen years of age. The elder daughters of the king

married kings of countries beyond the seas, and the youngest one has

also grown old enough to be married. One day she ran from the lofty

palace into the servants' house, where she saw the little boy, who had

grown so handsome that there wasn't a more handsome lad to be seen over

seven times seven countries. The king's daughter was very much struck as

she had never before seen so fine a lad, and thus spoke to him: "If you,

handsome lad, will reveal your secret to me I will become yours, and you

will be mine, and not even the coffin shall separate us." The lad

thrashed the inquisitive princess as he had promised of yore; the pretty

girl wept bitterly and ran to her royal father and complained about the

lad's cruelty. The old king was very angry and uttered an oath, adding,

"If he had a thousand souls he will have to die; his very memory must

die out in my country."

On the same day on which the widow's son had beaten the king's daughter,

lofty gallows were erected on the western side of the royal town, and

the whole population went out to the place where the execution was to

take place. The hangman tied the handsome lad's hands behind his back,

when the sword again clanked at the lad's side. The assembled people,

who a moment ago were so noisy, grew silent, when the king's preacher

read out the sentence. Suddenly a great hubbub arose, and a gorgeous

coach, from which a white flag was waving, was seen driving rapidly up

to the gallows; in the coach sat the King of the Magyars. The coach

stopped underneath the gallows, and the King of the Magyars jumped out

and asked for the handsome lad's reprieve, who was blindfolded. The

angry king informed him that he had great reason to have the scoundrel

hanged, because he thrashed his daughter for no other cause than her

asking him to reveal his secret. The secret was a dream which he could

only tell when it was realised. "My royal colleague, hand the culprit

over to me," said the king of the Magyars, "I'm sure he will tell me his

secret. I have a pretty daughter who is like the Morning Star, and she

will get it out of him." The sword again clanked at the side of the

handsome lad. The king handed the prisoner to the Magyar king, who bade

him sit in his carriage, and asked him his secret. "It is impossible, my

king and master," said the sad lad, "until the dream is fulfilled." "You

will tell my daughter," said the Magyar king smiling. "To none!" said

the lad resolutely, and his sword gave a terrific clank. The king and

the handsome lad arrived at Buda in a few days. The king's daughter was

just promenading in the garden when her father arrived with the handsome

lad. The pretty girl hurried to her father, and as she kissed his hand

she noticed the handsome lad, the like of whom she had never seen

before. "Have you brought him for me?" inquired the love-sick maid,

"from fairy land? No woman has yet carried, has yet borne, such a child

in her arms!"

"My dear daughter, I've brought him not from fairy land, but from the

gallows," replied the king, who was vexed with his daughter for having

so quickly fallen in love with him, although she had never spoken to a

man before. "I don't care, my dear father," said the blushing maid,

"even if you brought him from the gallows, he's mine, and I am his, and

we shall die together." The last words were addressed by the king's

daughter to the handsome lad, who smothered the pretty princess with

kisses. "You will soon be angry with him, my dear daughter," said the

sorrowful king, "if you ask his secret; he's a coarse fellow, he's of no

royal blood, his place is among the servants." "If he killed me, if he

gouged out my eyes, or bit off my nose, I couldn't get angry with him,"

said the princess. "He will tell me his secret, his lodging will be in

the room set apart for my guests, and he will find a place in the middle

of my heart!"

But the king shook his head, and sent the lad down into the

summer-house, where he could amuse himself with reading. No sooner had a

week passed than the girl, who was as pretty as a fairy, put her best

dress on and went to the summer-house to pay a visit to the lad who

lived secluded there, to get his secret out of him. When the young lad

saw the pretty girl and had examined her beautiful dress, the book

dropped from his hand, and he stared but could not utter a single word.

The princess thereupon addressed him in such a beautiful voice as his

ear had never heard before, "Tell me, my handsome lad, why have I come

to see you, if you guess it I will be yours?" "My dove, my angel!" said

the lad with glowing cheeks, "I won't tell you my secret, and if you

wish to get back safely to your royal father's palace you had better not

ask any more questions about the matter." But the girl would not listen

to the lad's warning but pressed for an answer more urgently and

embraced him and kissed him. The lad at last got so angry that he

slapped the princess's face and made her nose bleed. The princess ran

screaming back to the palace, where her father was waiting for her

answer; when the king beheld the blood running down upon the pretty

girl's beautiful dress, he yelled down from the window into the garden,

"I will starve you to death, you son of a dragon!" and began to wash his

daughter's cheek and nose.

The very same day the king summoned all the masons and bricklayers in

the town, and gave them orders to run up in all haste a square building

in which there was to be just room for a stool and a small table, the

table to be so small that only a prayer book could find room on it. In

two hours a small tower was built; the masons had already left off work,

and were going to inform the king that the structure was finished. They

met the king's daughter, who asked one of the masons to stay, the one

who appeared to be the eldest, and asked him whether he could make so

small a hole in the tower that a plate of food and a bottle of wine

could be passed through, and which could not be noticed by any one. "To

be sure," said the grey old mason, "I can and I will make it." The hole

was ready in a quarter of an hour; the king's daughter paid the mason

handsomely and hurried home.

At sunset, among a large crowd of people, the secret-keeping lad was

conducted into the stone structure, and after all his misdeeds had been

once more enumerated he was walled in. But the king's daughter did not

allow him to suffer either hunger or thirst, she visited her sweetheart

three times every day; and brought him books for which he asked. The

king sent every third day his secretary to look after the prisoner and

to see if he were dead, but the scribe found him still alive, and the

king was very much astonished. One day the Turkish Sultan sent a letter

to the Magyar king; the messenger bearing the letter brought with him

also three canes; the Turkish Sultan wrote in the letter, that if the

king could not tell him which of the three canes grew nearest the root,

which in the middle, and which at the top, he would declare war against

him. The king was very much alarmed, and became sad. His daughter

noticed her father's sorrow, and inquired, "Why are you so downcast, my

royal father?" "How can I be otherwise, my dear daughter," said the good

king; "look here, the Turkish Sultan has sent me three canes, and

writes, that if I cannot tell him which is the cane's root-end,

middle-part, and top-end, he will send his army against my country."

"The God of the Magyar's will help you, my dear father," said the

girl; and hurried to the tower, and informed her sweetheart through the

secret hole of the Turkish Sultan's message, and of her father's sorrow.

"Go home, my love, my sweetheart; go to bed and sleep, and when you wake

tell your royal father that you have dreamt that the canes have to be

placed in lukewarm water, and he will then be able to tell on which part

of the plant the canes grew: the one that sinks to the bottom is the one

from nearest the root; the one which does not sink and does not float

on the surface, comes from the middle; and the one that remains on the

surface is from the top." The girl ran home, went to bed and slept, and

told her father her dream, as her sweetheart had instructed her. The

king did as his daughter advised him, and marked the three canes,

namely, with one notch the root-piece, the middle-piece with two

notches, and the top-piece with three, and sent the explanation to the

Sultan; and, actually, the canes had grown as the Magyar king had picked

them out; and the Sultan did not declare war against the Magyar.

After a year the Sultan wrote another letter to the Magyar king and sent

him three foals; in the letter he asked him to guess which of the three

animals was foaled in the morn, which at noon, and which in the evening,

and threatened with war in case a correct guess was not forthcoming. The

king was again sorrowful, and his daughter asked him the reason. "How

should I not be sorrowful, my pretty sweet daughter," said the old king,

"I had another letter from the Sultan, and he sent me three foals, and

if I cannot tell him which was foaled in the morn, noon, and even, he

will declare war against me." "The Lord will again help you, my dear

royal father," said the girl quite joyfully. In half an hour she was

again with her sweetheart, and communicated to him her father's trouble

and sorrow. "Go home, idol of my heart," said the captive lad; "go to

bed and sleep. In your dream scream out, and when your father asks you

what is the matter, tell him that you dreamt that the Sultan had sent

some Turks in order to carry your father off to captivity, as he was not

able to guess when the foals were born; but just as they were pinioning

him, you dreamt that the lad who had slapped your face got out somehow

from his prison, and told you which of the foals was foaled in the

morning, which at noon, and which in the evening." The king's daughter

ran home and did exactly as the immured lad had told her. Next morning

the tower was pulled down and the handsome lad conducted before the

king. "The Lord has preserved you in your long captivity, my son, and I

also feel inclined to grant you pardon. But before doing this you will

have to help me in an important matter. I hand you here the Sultan's

letter, read it; the three foals are in my stables; can you answer his

query?" "I can, my king and master," said the liberated lad, "but I must

ask you some questions. Have you got three exactly similar troughs?"

"No, but I will get some," replied the king. In a quarter of an hour

three troughs of the same size and colour were ready. "Give orders, my

king," said the lad, "to have some oats put into one, some live coals in

the other, and some dry coal in the third: the foal which goes to the

oats was foaled in the morning, the one to the live coals, at noon, and

the one which goes to the dry coals, in the evening." The king did as

the lad advised him. He marked the foals and sent them home. The Sultan

was satisfied and did not send any troops against the Magyar king.

The Sultan had an aunt who was a witch, whom he consulted what to do in

order to get possession of Hungary, and to tell him how he could get to

know who was the man who answered all his questions so cleverly. "Alas!

my dear relative," said the witch, "it isn't the Magyar king who

answered all your queries: he has a lad who is the son of a very poor

woman, but who will become king of Hungary; so long as you do not kill

him you will covet Hungary in vain." Another letter came to the king of

Hungary, in which it was written that if the lad who was kept by the

king, and who was the brat of a poor woman, be not sent to Turkey, war

shall be declared against the king. The king shewed the letter to the

good lad in great sorrow, who, after having read the haughty monarch's

lines, spoke thus: "I'm not afraid of bald-headed dogs, and I will cut

to pieces the whole lot of them." At these words the sword clanked as it

never did before. "I do not want anything save two lads; they must be

both alike, and I will paint a mask resembling their features, and if we

three look alike I'm not afraid of the whole world."

In the royal town were two brothers who were exactly alike, and the

handsome lad painted himself a mask and put it on, and all three went to

Turkey. The witch smelt the strangers' approach from a great distance.

When they arrived in the Sultan's palace they all three saluted him, and

all three bowed simultaneously; they answered the Sultan's questions all

together; they sat down to supper all together; they all conveyed their

food to their mouths at the same time; they all got up at the same time;

after supper they all three bowed, and at the signal from the Sultan all

three went to bed. The Sultan could not see any difference between the

three, but he did not like to kill all three. The witch, however,

recognised the lad, and explained to her nephew his distinguishing

feature, but the Sultan could not understand her explanation. "Well, you

will know to-morrow morning, my Sultan and relative, which is the one

whom we intend to kill," said the witch; "you will know him by his

shirt-collar, which will have a scissors-cut in it; he is the Magyar

king's man." An hour before midnight, at the time the witches are

invisible, and when they are able to pass through the eye of a needle,

the old witch glided through the keyhole into the bedroom where the

youths soundly slept. All three were lying in the same bed, the handsome

lad on the outside. The witch produced a pair of small scissors, and

clipped out a piece of his shirt-collar, and then crept out of the room.

But the handsome lad, when dressing in the morning, noticed in the

looking-glass the damaged shirt-collar and marked his two mates' collars

the same way. The Sultan asked the three lads to breakfast. The old

witch stood in the window, and was very much surprised that the

shirt-collars of all three were marked in the same way. After breakfast,

they bowed and retired, and were allowed to return home. The king's

daughter was very anxious until her sweetheart returned, but when she

saw him one evening in her father's palace in good health and safe she

was greatly delighted, and begged her father's permission to marry him.

The king, however, made no reply, and the girl was very vexed with her

father. One evening when she was again pleading on his behalf she

suddenly fainted away; her eye fell on a letter sent by the Turkish

Sultan asking her Father to send him this strange lad alone, because he

was a dangerous man to Hungary. The old king sent the letter to the lad

by his daughter, which the girl handed to him with tears. "Do not weep,

love of my heart. God is with me, and his power." Thus he consoled her.

"I will start at sunrise to-morrow, and in a year's time we shall be

each other's." The brave hero went alone to the Sultan; he met the old

witch in the courtyard, who whispered to him, "It is the last time you

will come to beautiful Turkey." The sword clanked, and the youth would

not even listen to the old woman's words. When he stepped across the

Sultan's threshold, fifteen armed Turks confronted him: the sword darted

forth from its scabbard, and cut up the Turks into pulp. It did not

touch the Sultan, but went back into its scabbard. At night the old

witch tried to steal the lad's sword, but the sword jumped out and

chopped off the witch's iron nose. Next morning the Sultan arrayed an

enormous army against the lad, but the sword did its work so swiftly

that not a sword, nor an arrow even so much as scratched the lad, and

all the Turks were killed in a heap.

The daughter of the Magyar king was nearly in despair, because her

sweetheart did not return on the appointed day, and she bothered her

father with her requests until he led an army against Turkey. The girl

led the troops herself in military uniform, but the troops had not to

march more than a mile, as the lad was already on his way home with his

little sword. The king's daughter and the army conducted him to the

royal palace, and proclaimed him viceroy. The young hero with a few

thousand soldiers returned to the country where he was born. His mother

was very much frightened when she saw the soldiers approach, as she

thought that they had come to destroy the town; and was still more

frightened when she discovered that, while other courtyards were free

from soldiers, her own was full of them, so full that one could not even

drop a needle among them. She trembled, when a handsome fellow got off

his horse, and approached her, but was very much surprised when the same

handsome fellow took hold of her hand and kissed it, saying: "Well, my

dear mother, I will now tell you what I have dreamt. I dreamt that I

should become king of Hungary, my dream has become true, and I may tell

you now what it was, because it is an accomplished fact, and I am king

of Hungary. I wouldn't tell you in my childhood when you asked me,

because had I told you my dream the Magyar king would have killed me.

And now may the Lord bless you that you did beat me; had you not beaten

me the king would not have taken me; had he not taken me he would not

have sentenced me to the gallows; had the king not sentenced me to the

gallows the other king would not have carried me off.... I am now off to

get married." And so it happened; he went home with his soldiers, and

married the daughter of the Magyar king. He is still alive if he has not

died since!