18.THE BRAVE LITTLE TAILOR

One summer’s morning a little tailor was sitting at his table by the window. He was in good spirits, and sewed away merrily. Then a peasant woman came down the street crying, ‘Good jams, cheap! Good jams, cheap!’ This sounded pleasant to the tailor’s ears so he stretched his head out of the window, and called, ‘Come up here, dear woman.’ The woman came up the three steps to the tailor with her heavy basket, and he made her unpack all the pots for him. He inspected each one, lifted it up, put his nose to it, and at last said, ‘The jam seems to me to be good, so weigh me out four ounces, dear woman.’ The woman who had hoped to find a good sale, gave him what he wanted, but went away quite angry and grumbling. He brought the bread out of the cupboard, cut himself a piece and spread the jam over it. ‘This won’t taste bitter,’ he said, ‘but I will just finish the jacket before I take a bite.’ He laid the bread near him, sewed on, and in his joy, made bigger and bigger stitches. In the meantime the smell of the sweet jam rose to where the flies were sitting in great numbers, and they were attracted and descended on it in hosts. ‘Hi! Who invited you?’ said the little tailor, and drove the uninvited guests away. The flies, however, who understood no German, would not be turned away, but came back again in ever-increasing numbers. The little tailor at last lost all patience, and drew a piece of cloth from the hole under his work-table, and saying, ‘Wait, and I will give it to you,’ and hit them mercilessly. When he drew it away and counted, there lay before him no fewer than seven, dead and with legs stretched out. ‘What kind of a man am I?’ he said, and could not help admiring his own bravery. ‘The whole town shall know of this!’ And the little tailor hastened to cut himself a belt, stitched it, and embroidered on it in large letters: ‘Seven at one stroke!’ ‘What, the town!’ he continued, ‘the whole world shall hear of it!’ and his heart jumped with joy. The tailor put on the belt, and decided to go forth into the world, because he thought his workshop was too small for his bravery. Before he went away, he looked about in the house to see if there was anything which he could take with him. However, he found nothing but an old cheese, and that he put in his pocket. In front of the door he observed a bird which had caught itself in the bush. It had to go into his pocket with the cheese. Now he took to the road boldly. The road led him up a mountain, and when he had reached the highest point of it, there sat a powerful giant looking peacefully about him. The little tailor went bravely up, spoke to him, and said, ‘Good day, friend, so you are sitting there overlooking the wide world! I am just on my way there, and want to try my luck. Would you like to go with me?’ The giant looked contemptuously at the tailor, and said, ‘You ragamuffin! You miserable creature!’

‘Oh, indeed?’ answered the little tailor, and unbuttoned his coat, and showed the giant the belt, ‘there may you read what kind of a man I am!’ The giant read, ‘Seven at one stroke,’ and thought that they had been men whom the tailor had killed, and began to feel a little respect for the tiny fellow. Nevertheless, he wished to test him first, and took a stone in his hand and squeezed it together so that water dropped out of it. ‘Do that likewise,’ said the giant, ‘if you have strength.’ ‘Is that all?’ said the tailor, ‘that is child’s play for me!’ and put his hand into his pocket, brought out the soft cheese, and pressed it until the liquid ran out of it. ‘Honestly,’ he said, ‘that was a little better, wasn’t it?’ The giant did not know what to say, and could not believe it of the little man. Then the giant picked up a stone and threw it so high that the eye could scarcely follow it. ‘Now, little man, do that,’ ‘Well thrown,’ said the tailor, ‘but after all the stone came down to earth again. I will throw you one which shall never come back at all,’ and he put his hand into his pocket, took out the bird, and threw it into the air. The bird, delighted with its freedom, rose, flew away and did not come back. ‘How does that shot please you, friend?’ asked the tailor. ‘You can certainly throw,’ said the giant, ‘but now we will see if you are able to carry anything properly.’ He took the little tailor to a mighty oak tree which lay there on the ground, and said, ‘If you are strong enough, help me to carry the tree out of the forest.’ ‘Certainly,’ answered the little man, ‘ you take the trunk on your shoulders, and I will lift up the branches and twigs; after all, they are the heaviest.’ The giant took the trunk on his shoulder, but the tailor seated himself on a branch, and the giant, who could not look round, had to carry away the whole tree, and the little tailor as well .Sitting behind, he was quite merry and happy, and whistled a song. The giant, after he had dragged the heavy burden part of the way, could go no further, and cried: ‘I shall have to let the tree fall!’ The tailor sprang nimbly down, seized the tree with both arms as if he had been carrying it, and said to the giant: ‘You are such a great fellow, and yet you cannot even carry the tree!’

They went on together, and as they passed a cherry-tree, the giant laid hold of the top of the tree where the ripest fruit was hanging, bent it down, gave it into the tailor’s hand, and told him eat. But the little tailor was much too weak to hold the tree, and when the giant let it go, it sprang back again, and the tailor was tossed into the air with it. When he had fallen down again, the giant said, ‘What is this? Have you not strength enough to hold the weak twig?’ ‘There is no lack of strength,’ answered the little tailor. ‘Do you think that could be anything to a man who has struck down seven at one blow? I leapt over the tree because the huntsmen are shooting down there in the thicket. Jump as I did, if you can do it.’ The giant made the attempt but he could not get over the tree, and remained hanging in the branches, so that in this also the tailor kept the upper hand.

The giant said, ‘If you are such a brave fellow, come with me into our cavern and spend the night with us.’ The little tailor was willing, and followed him. When they went into the cave, other giants were sitting there by the fire, and each of them had a roasted sheep in his hand and was eating it. The little tailor looked round and thought, ‘It is much more spacious here than in my workshop.’ The giant showed him a bed, and said he was to lie down in it and sleep. The bed, however, was too big for the little tailor. He did not lie down in it, but crept into a corner. When it was midnight, and the giant thought that the little tailor was lying in a sound sleep, he got up, took a great iron bar, cut through the bed with one blow, and thought he had finished off the tailor for good. With the earliest dawn the giants went into the forest, and had quite forgotten the little tailor, when all at once he walked up to them quite merrily and boldly. The giants were terrified, they were afraid that he would strike them all dead, and ran away in a great hurry.

The little tailor went onwards, always following his own nose. After he had walked for a long time, he came to the courtyard of a royal palace, and as he felt weary, he lay down on the grass and fell asleep. Whilst he lay there, the people came and inspected him on all sides, and read on his belt: ‘Seven at one stroke.’ ‘Ah!’ said they, ‘what does the great warrior want here in the midst of peace? He must be a mighty lord.’ They went and announced him to the king, and gave it as their opinion that if war should break out, this would be a useful man who ought on no account to be allowed to depart. The advice pleased the king, and he sent one of his courtiers to the little tailor to offer him military service when he awoke. The ambassador remained standing by the sleeper, waited until he stretched his limbs and opened his eyes, and then conveyed to him this proposal. ‘This is the very reason I have come here,’ the tailor replied, ‘I am ready to enter the king’s service.’ He was therefore honourably received, and a special house was given to him.

The soldiers, however, were set against the little tailor, and wished him a thousand miles away. ‘What is to be the end of this?’ they said among themselves. ‘If we quarrel with him, and he strikes about him, seven of us will fall at every blow; not one of us can stand against him.’ They came therefore to a decision, and took themselves to the king, and begged for their dismissal. ‘We are not prepared,’ they said, ‘to stay with a man who kills seven at one stroke.’ The king was sorry that for the sake of one he should lose all his faithful servants, wished that he had never set eyes on the tailor, and would willingly have been rid of him again. But he did not dare to give him his dismissal, for he feared that he should strike him and all his people dead, and place himself on the royal throne. He thought about it for a long time, and at last found good advice. He sent a messenger to the little tailor and informed him that as he was a great warrior, he had one request to make of him. In a forest of his country lived two giants, who caused great mischief with their robbing, murdering, ravaging, and burning, and no one could approach them without putting himself in danger of death. If the tailor conquered and killed these two giants, he would give him his only daughter to marry, and half of his kingdom, likewise one hundred horsemen should go with him to assist him. ‘That would indeed be a fine thing for a man like me!’ thought the little tailor. ‘One is not offered a beautiful princess and half a kingdom every day of one’s life!’ ‘Oh, yes,’ he replied, ‘I will soon defeat the giants, and do not require the help of the hundred horsemen to do it. He who can hit seven with one blow has no need to be afraid of two.’

The little tailor went forth, and the hundred horsemen followed him. When he came to the edge of the forest, he said to his followers, ‘Just stay waiting here, I alone will soon finish off the giants.’ Then he bounded into the forest and looked about right and left. After a while he saw both giants. They lay sleeping under a tree, and snored so that the branches waved up and down. The little tailor gathered two pocketfuls of stones and with these climbed up the tree. When he was halfway up, he sat down on a branch, just above the sleepers, and then let one stone after another fall on the chest of one of the giants. For a long time the giant felt nothing, but at last he awoke, pushed his companion, and said, ‘Why are you knocking me?’ ‘You must be dreaming,’ said the other, ‘I am not knocking you.’ They laid themselves down to sleep again, and then the tailor threw a stone down on the second. ‘What is the meaning of this?’ cried the other ‘Why are you hitting me?’ ‘I am not hitting you,’ answered the first, growling. They quarreled about it for a time, but as they were weary they let the matter rest, and their eyes closed once more. The little tailor began his game again, picked out the biggest stone, and threw it with all his might on the chest of the first giant. ‘That is too bad!’ he cried, and sprang up like a madman, and pushed his companion against the tree until it shook. The other paid him back in the same manner, and they got into such a rage that they tore up trees and beat each other so long, that at last they both fell down dead on the ground at the same time. Then the little tailor leapt down. ‘It is a lucky thing,’ he said, ‘that they did not tear up the tree on which I was sitting.’ He drew out his sword and gave each of them a couple of thrusts in the heart, and then went out to the horsemen and said: ‘The work is done; I have finished both of them off, but it was hard work! They tore up trees, and defended themselves with them, but all that is no use when a man like myself comes, who can kill seven at one blow.’ ‘But are you not wounded?’ asked the horsemen. ‘You need not concern yourself about that,’ answered the tailor, ‘they have not bent one hair of mine.’ The horsemen would not believe him, and rode into the forest. There they found the giants swimming in their blood, and all round about lay the torn-up trees.

The little tailor demanded of the king the promised reward. The king, however, regretted his promise, and again thought about ¬†how he could get rid of the hero. ‘Before you receive my daughter, and the half of my kingdom,’ he said to him, ‘you must perform one more heroic deed. In the forest roams a unicorn which does great harm, and you must catch it first.’ ‘I fear one unicorn still less than two giants. Seven at one blow, is my kind of affair.’ He took a rope and an axe with him, went forth into the forest, and again told those who were sent with him to wait outside. He did not need to look long. The unicorn soon came towards him, and rushed directly at the tailor, as if it would gore him with its horn. ‘Softly, softly; it can’t be done as quickly as that,’ he said, and stood still and waited until the animal was quite close, and then sprang nimbly behind the tree. The unicorn ran against the tree with all its strength, and stuck its horn so fast in the trunk that it had not the strength enough to draw it out again, and thus it was caught. ‘Now, I have got you,’ said the tailor, and came out from behind the tree and put the rope round its neck, and then with his axe he cut the horn out of the tree, and when all was ready he led the beast away and took it to the king.

The king still would not give him the promised reward, and made a third demand. Before the wedding the tailor was to catch him a wild boar that made great destruction in the forest, and the huntsmen should give him their help. ‘Willingly,’ said the tailor, ‘that is child’s play!’ He did not take the huntsmen with him into the forest, and they were well pleased that he did not. When the boar saw the tailor, it ran at him with foaming mouth and sharp tusks, and was about to throw him to the ground, but the hero fled and sprang into a chapel which was near and up to the window at once, and in one bound out again. The boar ran after him, but the tailor ran round outside and shut the door behind it, and then the raging beast, which was much too heavy and awkward to leap out of the window, was caught. The little tailor called the huntsmen there that they might see the prisoner with their own eyes. The hero, however, went to the king, who was now, whether he liked it or not, obliged to keep his promise, and give his daughter and the half of his kingdom. The wedding was held with great magnificence and small joy, and out of a tailor a king was made.

After some time the young queen heard her husband say in his dreams at night, ‘Boy, make me the coat, and patch the trousers, or else I will beat your ears.’ Then she discovered what her husband had been before, and next morning complained to her father, and begged him to help her to get rid of her husband, who was nothing else but a tailor. The king comforted her and said, ‘Leave your bedroom door open this night, and my servants shall stand outside, and when he has fallen asleep shall go in, tie him up, and take him on board a ship which shall carry him to the other side of the world.’ The woman was satisfied with this. But the king’s armour-bearer, who had heard all, was friendly with the young tailor, and informed him of the whole plot. ‘I’ll take care of that business,’ said the little tailor. At night he went to bed with his wife at the usual time, and when she thought that he had fallen asleep, she got up, opened the door, and then lay down again. The little tailor, who was only pretending to be asleep, began to cry out in a clear voice: ‘Boy, make me the coat and patch me the trousers, or I will beat your ears. I killed seven at one blow. I killed two giants, I brought away one unicorn, and caught a wild boar, and am I to fear those who are standing outside the room.’ When these men heard the tailor speaking thus, they were overcome by a great fear, and ran as if the wild huntsman were behind them, and none of them would try anything more against him. So the little tailor was and remained a king to the end of his life.