3.THE EAGLES

THERE was once a king, who had lost his wife. They had a family of thirteen—twelve brave sons, and one daughter, who was extraordinarily beautiful.

For twelve years after his wife’s death the king was sad. Every day he went to her tomb and wept. He thought he would never marry again because he had promised his dying wife never to give her children a stepmother.

One day, when visiting his dead wife’s grave as usual, he saw beside him a maiden so entrancingly pretty, that he fell in love with her, and soon made her his second queen. But before long he found out that he had made a great mistake. Although she was so beautiful she turned out to be a wicked sorceress, and not only made the king himself unhappy, but was most unkind to his children, whom she wished out of the way, so that her own little son might inherit the kingdom.

One day, when the king was far away, at war against his enemies, the queen went into her stepchildren’s rooms, and said some magical words—on which every one of the twelve princes flew away in the shape of an eagle, and the princess was changed into a dove.

The queen was looking out of the window, to see in what direction they would fly, when she saw right under the window an old man, with a beard as white as snow.

“What are you here for, old man?” she asked.

“To be witness to your deed,” he answered.

“Then you saw it?”

“I saw it.”

“Then be what I command!”He said

He whispered some magical words. The old man disappeared in a blaze of sunshine and the queen, as she stood there, dumb with terror, was changed into a basilisk. (a reptile hatched by a serpent from a rooster’s egg, whose look or breath is fatal.)

The basilisk ran off in fright trying to hide herself underground. But her glance was so deadly, that it killed everyone she looked at, so that all the people in the palace were soon dead, including her own son, whom she killed by merely looking at him. This once populous and happy royal home quickly became an uninhabited ruin, which no one dared approach, for fear of the basilisk lurking in its underground vaults.

Meanwhile the princess, who had been changed into a dove, flew after her brothers the eagles, but not being able to overtake them, she rested under a tree and began cooing mournfully.

“What are you grieving for, pretty dove?” asked an old man, with a snow-white beard, who just then came by.

“I am grieving for my poor dear father, who is fighting in the wars far away; for my loved brothers, who have flown away from me into the clouds. I am grieving also for myself. Not long ago I was a happy princess and now I must wander over the world as a dove, to hide from the birds of prey—and be parted for ever from my dear father and brothers!”

“You may grieve and weep, little dove, but do not lose hope,” said the old man. “Sorrow is only for a time, and all will come right in the end.”

So saying he stroked the little dove, and she at once regained her natural shape. She kissed the old man’s hand in her gratitude, saying, “How can I ever thank you enough! But since you are so kind, will you tell me how to rescue my brothers?”

The old man gave her an ever-growing loaf, and said, “This loaf is enough, not only for you, but a thousand people for a thousand years, without ever growing smaller. Go towards the sunset, and weep your tears into this little bottle. And when it is full….”

The old man told her what else to do, and then disappeared.

The princess travelled on towards the sunset. In about a year she reached the boundary of the next world, and stood before an iron door, where Death was keeping guard with his scythe.

“Stop, princess!” he said, “You can go no further, for you are not yet parted by death from your own world.”

“But what am I to do?” she asked. “Must I go back without my poor brothers?”

“Your brothers,” said Death, “fly here every day in the shape of eagles. They want to reach the other side of this door, which leads into the other world because they hate the one they live in. Nevertheless they, and you also, must remain there, until your time comes. Therefore every day I must send them back, which they can do, because they are eagles. But how are you going to get back yourself?—look there!”

The princess looked around her, and wept bitterly. For though she had not noticed this before, nor seen how she  got there, she saw now that she was in a deep abyss, shut in on all sides by such high cliffs, that she wondered how her brothers, even with eagle wings, could fly to the top.

But remembering what the mysterious old man had said she took courage, and began weep, till she had filled the little bottle with her tears. Soon she heard the sound of wings over her head, and saw twelve eagles flying.

The eagles dashed themselves against the iron door, beating their wings upon it, and begging Death to open it to them. But Death only threatened them with his scythe, saying, “Princes you must stay here! You must fulfill your time on earth, till I come for you myself.”

The eagles were about to turn and fly, when all at once they saw their sister. They came round her, and caressed her hands lovingly with their beaks.

She at once began to sprinkle them with her tears from the small bottle. In one moment the twelve eagles were changed back into the twelve princes, and joyfully embraced their sister.

The princess then fed them all round from her ever-growing loaf but when they had eaten they began to be troubled as to how they were to escape from the abyss, since they had no longer eagles’ wings to fly up.

But the princess knelt down and prayed, “Bird of heavenly pity here, by each labour, prayer and tear, Come in your power, come and aid us in this hour!”

All at once there shot down from heaven to the depth of the abyss a ray of sunshine, on which descended a gigantic bird, with rainbow wings, a bright sparkling crest, and peacock’s eyes all over his body, a golden tail, and silvery breast.

“What are your commands, princess?” asked the bird.

“Carry us from this place to our own world.”

“I will, but you must know, princess, that before I can reach the top of this precipice with you on my back, three days and nights must pass. I must have food on the way, or my strength will fail me, and I shall fall down with you to the bottom, and we shall all die.”

“I have an ever-growing loaf, which will be enough both for you and ourselves,” replied the princess.

“Then climb up on my back, and whenever I look round, give me some bread to eat.”

The bird was so large that all the princes and the princess could easily find a place on his back; and so he began to fly upwards.

He flew higher and higher, and whenever he looked round at her, she gave him bits of the loaf, and he flew on, and upwards.

So they went on steadily for two nights and days, but upon the third day, when they were hoping in a short time to view the top of the cliff, and to land upon the borders of this world, the bird looked round as usual for a piece of the loaf.

The princess was just going to break off some to give him, when a sudden violent gust of wind from the bottom of the abyss snatched the loaf from her hand, and sent it whistling downwards.

Not having received his usual meal the bird became weaker, and looked round once more.

The princess trembled with fear. She had nothing more to give him, and she felt that he was becoming exhausted. In desperation she cut off a piece of her flesh, and gave it to him.

Having eaten this, the bird recovered his strength, and flew upwards faster than before but after an hour or two he looked round once more.

So she cut off another piece of her flesh. The bird seized it greedily, and flew on so fast that in a few minutes he reached the ground at the top of the cliff. When they alighted he asked her, “Princess, what were those two delicious morsels you gave me? I never ate anything so good before.”

“They were part of my flesh, I had nothing else for you,” replied the princess in a faint voice, for she was feeling faint with pain and loss of blood.

The bird breathed upon her wounds and the flesh at once healed over, and grew again as before. Then he flew up again to heaven, and was lost in the clouds.

The princess and her brothers resumed their journey, this time towards the sunrise, and at last arrived in their own country, where they met their father, returning from the wars.

The king was coming back victorious over his enemies. On his way home he had first heard of the sudden disappearance of his children and of the queen, and how his palace was occupied only by a basilisk with a death-dealing glance.

He was therefore most surprised and overjoyed to meet his dear children once more, and on the way his daughter told him everything that had happened.

When they got back to the palace the king sent one of his nobles with a mirror down into the underground vaults. The basilisk saw herself reflected in this mirror, and her own glance killed her immediately.

They gathered up the remains of the basilisk, and burnt them in a great fire in the courtyard, afterwards scattering the ashes to the four winds. When this was done the king, his sons, and his daughter, returned to live in their former home and were all as happy as could be ever after.