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Katie Woodencloak
ONCE ON A TIME, there was a king who had become a widower. By his queen he
had one daughter, who was so clever and lovely, there wasn't a cleverer or lovelier
princess in all the world. So the king went on a long time sorrowing for the queen,
whom he had loved so much, but at last he got weary of living alone, and married
another Queen, who was a widow, and had, too, an only daughter; but this daughter
was just as bad and ugly as the other was kind, and clever, and lovely. The
stepmother and her daughter were jealous of the princess, because she was so lovely;
but so long as the king was at home they daren't do her any harm, he was so fond of
her.
Well, after a time he fell into war with another king, and went out to
battle with his host, and then the step-mother thought she might do as she pleased;
and so she both starved and beat the princess, and was after her in every hole and
corner of the house. At last she thought everything too good for her, and turned her
out to herd cattle. So there she went about with the cattle, and herded them in the
woods and on the fells. As for food, she got little or none, and she grew thin and
wan, and was always sobbing and sorrowful. Now in the herd there was a great dun
bull, which always kept himself so neat and sleek, and often and often he came up to
the princess, and let her pat him. So one day when she sat there, sad, and sobbing,
and sorrowful, he came up to her and asked her outright why she was always in such
grief. She answered nothing, but went on weeping.
"Ah!" said the bull, "I know all about it quite well, though you won't tell
me; you weep because the queen is bad to you, and because she is ready to starve you
to death. But food you've no need to fret about, for in my left ear lies a cloth,
and when you take and spread it out, you may have as many dishes as you
please."
So she did that, took the cloth and spread it out on the grass, and lo! it
served up the nicest dishes one could wish to have; there was wine too, and mead,
and sweet cake. Well, she soon got up her flesh again, and grew so plump, and rosy,
and white, that the queen and her scrawny chip of a daughter turned blue and yellow
for spite. The queen couldn't at all make out how her stepdaughter got to look so
well on such bad fare, so she told one of her maids to go after her in the wood, and
watch and see how it all was, for she thought some of the servants in the house must
give her food. So the maid went after her, and watched in the wood, and then she saw
how the stepdaughter took the cloth out of the bull's ear, and spread it out, and
how it served up the nicest dishes, which the stepdaughter ate and made good cheer
over. All this the maid told the queen when she went home.
And now the king came home from war, and had won the fight against the other
king with whom he went out to battle. So there was great joy throughout the palace,
and no one was gladder than the king's daughter. But the queen shammed sick, and
took to her bed, and paid the doctor a great fee to get him to say she could never
be well again unless she had some of the dun bull's flesh to eat. Both the king's
daughter and the folk in the palace asked the doctor if nothing else would help her,
and prayed hard for the bull, for every one was fond of him, and they all said there
wasn't that bull's match in all the land. But no; he must and should be slaughtered,
nothing else would do. When the king's daughter heard that, she got very sorrowful,
and went down into the byre to the bull. There, too, he stood and hung down his
head, and looked so downcast that she began to weep over him.
"What are you weeping for?" asked the bull.
So she told him how the king had come home again, and how the queen had
shammed sick and got the doctor to say she could never be well and sound again
unless she got some of the Dun bull's flesh to eat, and so now he was to be
slaughtered.
"If they get me killed first," said the bull, "they'll soon take your life
too. Now, if you're of my mind, we'll just start off, and go away
tonight."
Well, the princess thought it bad, you may be sure, to go and leave her
father, but she thought it still worse to be in the house with the queen; and so she
gave her word to the bull to come to him.
At night, when all had gone to bed, the princess stole down to the byre to
the bull, and so he took her on his back, and set off from the homestead as fast as
ever he could. And when the folk got up at cockcrow next morning to slaughter the
bull, why, he was gone; and when the king got up and asked for his daughter, she was
gone too. He sent out messengers on all sides to hunt for them, and gave them out in
all the parish churches; but there was no one who had caught a glimpse of them.
Meanwhile, the bull went through many lands with the king's daughter on his back,
and so one day they came to a great copper-wood, where both the trees, and branches,
and leaves, and flowers, and everything, were nothing but copper.
But before they went into the wood, the bull said to the king's
daughter:
"Now, when we get into this wood, mind you take care not to touch even a
leaf of it, else it's all over both with me and you, for here dwells a troll with
three heads who owns this wood."
No, bless her, she'd be sure to take care not to touch anything. Well, she
was very careful, and leant this way and that to miss the boughs, and put them
gently aside with her hands; but it was such a thick wood, 'twas scarce possible to
get through; and so, with all her pains, somehow or other she tore off a leaf, which
she held in her hand.
"AU! AU! what have you done now?" said the bull; there's nothing for it now
but to fight for life or death; but mind you keep the leaf safe."
Soon after they got to the end of the wood, and a troll with three heads
came running up:
"Who is this that touches my wood?" said the troll.
"It's just as much mine as yours," said the bull.
"Ah!" roared the troll, "we'll try a fall about that."
"As you choose," said the bull.
So they rushed at one another, and fought; and the bull he butted, and
gored, and kicked with all his might and main; but the troll gave him as good as he
brought, and it lasted the whole day before the bull got the mastery; and then he
was so full of wounds, and so worn out, he could scarce lift a leg. Then they were
forced to stay there a day to rest, and then the bull bade the king's daughter to
take the horn of ointment which hung at the troll's belt, and rub him with it. Then
he came to himself again, and the day after they trudged on again. So they travelled
many, many days, till, after a long long time, they came to a silver wood, where
both the trees, and branches, and leaves, and flowers, and everything, were
silvern.
Before the bull went into the wood, he said to the king's
daughter:
"Now, when we get into this wood, for heaven's sake mind you take good care;
you mustn't touch anything, and not pluck off so much as one leaf, else it is all
over both with me and you; for here is a troll with six heads who owns it, and him I
don't think I should be able to master."
"No," said the king's daughter; "I'll take good care, and not touch anything
you don't wish me to touch."
But when they got into the wood, it was so close and thick, they could
scarce get along. She was as careful as careful could be, and leant to this side and
that to miss the boughs, and put them on one side with her hands, but every minute
the branches struck her across the eyes, and, in spite of all her pains, it so
happened she tore off a leaf. "AU! AU! what have you done now?" said the bull.
"There's nothing for it now but to fight for life and death, for this troll has six
heads, and is twice as strong as the other, but mind you keep the leaf safe, and
don't lose it."
Just as he said that, up came the troll:
"Who is this," he said, "that touches my wood?"
"It's as much mine as yours," said the bull. "That we'll try a fall
about," roared the troll.
"As you choose," said the bull, and rushed at the troll, and gored out his
eyes, and drove his horns right through his body, so that the entrails gushed out;
but the troll was almost a match for him, and it lasted three whole days before the
bull got the life gored out of him. But then he, too, was so weak and wretched, it
was as much as he could do to stir a limb, and so full of wounds, that the blood
streamed from him. So he said to the king's daughter she must take the horn of
ointment that hung at the troll's belt, and rub him with it. Then she did that, and
he came to himself; but they were forced to stay there a week to rest before the
bull had strength enough to go on.
At last they set off again, but the bull was still poorly, and they went
rather slow at first. So to spare time the king's daughter said as she was young and
light of foot, she could very well walk, but she couldn't get leave to do that. No;
she must seat herself up on his back again. So on they travelled through many lands
a long time, and the king's daughter did not know in the least where they went; but
after a long, long time they came to a gold wood. It was so grand, the gold dropped
from every twig, and all the trees, and boughs, and flowers, and leaves, were of
pure gold. Here, too, the same thing happened as had happened in the silver wood and
copper wood. The bull told the king's daughter she mustn't touch it for anything,
for there was a troll with nine heads who owned it, and he was much bigger and
stouter than both the others put together, and he didn't think he could get the
better of him. No; she'd be sure to take heed not to touch it; that he might know
very well. But when they got into the wood, it was far thicker and closer than the
silver wood, and the deeper they went into it the worse it got. The wood went on
getting thicker and thicker, and closer and closer; and at last she thought there
was no way at all to get through it. She was in such an awful fright of plucking off
anything, that she sat, and twisted and turned herself this way and that, and here
and there, to keep clear of the boughs, and she put them on one side with her hands;
but every moment the branches struck her across the eyes, so that she couldn't see
what she was clutching at; and lo! before she knew how it came about, she had a gold
apple in her hand. Then she was so bitterly sorry she burst into tears and wanted to
throw it away; but the bull said she must keep it safe and watch it well, and
comforted her as well as he could; but he thought it would be a hard tussle, and he
doubted how it would go.
Just then up came the troll with the nine heads, and he was so ugly, the
king's daughter scarcely dared to look at him.
"WHO IS THIS THAT TOUCHES MY WOOD?" he roared.
"It's just as much mine as yours," said the bull.
"That we'll try a fall about," roared the troll again.
"Just as you choose," said the bull; and so they rushed at one another, and
fought, and it was such a dreadful sight the king's daughter was ready to swoon
away. The bull gored out the troll's eyes, and drove his horns through and through
his body, till the entrails came tumbling out; but the troll fought bravely; and
when the bull got one head gored to death, the rest breathed life into it again, and
so it lasted a whole week before the bull was able to get the life out of them all.
But then he was utterly worn out and wretched. He couldn't stir a foot, and his body
was all one wound. He couldn't so much as ask the king's daughter to take the horn
of ointment which hung at the troll's belt, and rub it over him. But she did it all
the same, and then he came to himself by little and little; but they had to lie
there and rest three weeks before he was fit to go on again.
Then they set off at a snail's pace, for the bull said they had still a
little farther to go, and so they crossed over many high hills and thick woods. So
after a while they got on the fells.
"Do you see anything?" asked the bull.
"No, I see nothing but the sky and the wild fell," said the king's
daughter.
So when they clomb higher up, the fell got smoother, and they could see
farther off.
"Do you see anything now?" asked the bull.
"Yes, I see a little castle far, far away," said the princess.
"That's not so little though," said the bull.
After a long, long time, they came to a great cairn, where there was a spur
of the fell that stood sheer across the way.
"Do you see anything now?" asked the bull.
"Yes, now I see the castle close by," said the king's daughter, "and now it
is much, much bigger."
"There you're to go," said the bull. "Right underneath the castle is a
pig-sty, where you are to dwell. When you come there you'll find a wooden cloak, all
made of strips of lath; that you must put on, and go up to the castle and say your
name is 'Katie Woodencloak,' and ask for a place. But before you go, you must take
your penknife and cut my head off, and then you must flay me, and roll up the hide,
and lay it under the wall of rock yonder, and under the hide you must lay the copper
leaf, and the silvern leaf, and the golden apple. Yonder, up against the rock,
stands a stick; and when you want anything, you've only got to knock on the wall of
rock with that stick."
At first she wouldn't do anything of the kind; but when the bull said it was
the only thanks he would have for what he had done for her, she couldn't help
herself. So, however much it grieved her heart, she hacked and cut away with her
knife at the big beast till she got both his head and his hide off, and then she
laid the hide up under the wall of rock, and put the copper leaf, and the silvern
leaf, and the golden apple inside it.
So when she had done that, she went over to the pig-sty, but all the while
she went she sobbed and wept. There she put on the wooden cloak, and so went up to
the palace. When she came into the kitchen she begged for a place, and told them her
name was Katie Woodencloak. Yes, the cook said she might have a place—she might
have leave to be there in the scullery, and wash up, for the lassie who did that
work before had just gone away.
"But as soon as you get weary of being here, you'll go your way too, I'll be
bound."
No; she was sure she wouldn't do that.
So there she was, behaving so well, and washing up so handily. The Sunday
after there were to be strange guests at the palace, so Katie asked if she might
have leave to carry up water for the prince's bath; but all the rest laughed at her,
and said:
"What should you do there? Do you think the prince will care to look at you,
you who are such a fright?"
But she wouldn't give it up, and kept on begging and praying; and at last
she got leave. So when she went up the stairs, her wooden cloak made such a clatter,
the prince came out and asked:
"Pray, who are you?"
"Oh, I was just going to bring up water for your Royal Highness's bath,"
said Katie.
"Do you think now," said the prince, "I'd have anything to do with the water
you bring?" and with that he threw the water over her.
So she had to put up with that, but then she asked leave to go to church;
well, she got that leave too, for the church lay close by. But first of all she went
to the rock, and knocked on its face with the stick which stood there, just as the
bull had said. And straightway out came a man, who said:
"What's your will?"
So the princess said she had got leave to go to church and hear the priest
preach, but she had no clothes to go in. So he brought out a kirtle, which was as
bright as the copper wood, and she got a horse and saddle beside. Now, when she got
to the church, she was so lovely and grand, all wondered who she could be, and
scarce one of them listened to what the priest said, for they looked too much at
her. As for the prince, he fell so deep in love with her, he didn't take his eyes
off her for a single moment.
So, as she went out of church, the prince ran after her, and held the church
door open for her; and so he got hold of one of her gloves, which was caught in the
door. When she went away and mounted her horse, the prince went up to her again, and
asked from where she came.
"Oh, I'm from Bath," said Katie; and while the prince took out the glove to
give it to her, she said,
"Bright before and dark behind,
Clouds come rolling on the wind;
That this prince may never see
Where my good steed goes with me."
The prince had never seen the like of that glove, and went about far and
wide asking after the land from where the proud lady, who rode off without her
glove, said she came; but there was no one who could tell where "Bath"
lay.
Next Sunday some one had to go up to the prince with a towel.
"Oh, may I have leave to go up with it?" said Katie.
"What's the good of your going?" said the others; "you saw how it fared with
you last time."
But Katie wouldn't give in; she kept on begging and praying, till she got
leave; and then she ran up the stairs, so that her wooden cloak made a great
clatter. Out came the prince, and when he saw it was Katie, he tore the towel out of
her hand, and threw it into her face.
"Pack yourself off, you ugly troll," he cried; "do you think I'd have a
towel which you have touched with your smutty fingers?"
After that the prince set off to church, and Katie begged for leave to go
too. They all asked what business she had at church—she who had nothing to put
on but that wooden cloak, which was so black and ugly. But Katie said the Priest was
such a brave man to preach, what he said did her so much good; and so at last she
got leave. Now she went again to the rock and knocked, and so out came the man, and
gave her a kirtle far finer than the first one; it was all covered with silver, and
it shone like the silver wood; and she got besides a noble steed, with a
saddle-cloth broidered with silver, and a silver bit.
So when the king's daughter got to the church, the folk were still standing
about in the churchyard. And all wondered and wondered who she could be, and the
prince was soon on the spot, and came and wished to hold her horse for her while she
got off. But she jumped down, and said there was no need, for her horse was so well
broke, it stood still when she bade it, and came when she called it. So they all
went into church, but there was scarce a soul that listened to what the priest said,
for they looked at her a deal too much; and the prince fell still deeper in love
than the first time.
When the sermon was over, and she went out of church, and was going to mount
her horse, up came the prince again and asked her from where she came.
"Oh, I'm from Towelland," said the king's daughter; and as she said that,
she dropped her riding-whip, and when the prince stooped to pick it up, she
said,
"Bright before and dark behind,
Clouds come rolling on the wind;
That this prince may never see
Where my good steed goes with me."
So away she was again; and the prince couldn't tell what had become of her.
He went about far and wide, asking after the land from where she said she came, but
there was no one who could tell him where it lay; and so the prince had to make the
best he could of it.
Next Sunday some one had to go up to the prince with a comb. Katie begged
for leave to go up with it, but the others put her in mind how she had fared the
last time, and scolded her for wishing to go before the prince—such a black and
ugly fright as she was in her wooden cloak. But she wouldn't leave off asking till
they let her go up to the prince with his comb. So, when she came clattering up the
stairs again, out came the prince, and took the comb, and threw it at her, and bade
her be off as fast as she could. After that the prince went to church, and Katie
begged for leave to go too. They asked again what business she had there, she who
was so foul and black, and who had no clothes to show herself in. Might be the
prince or some one else would see her, and then both she and all the others would
smart for it; but Katie said they had something else to do than to look at her; and
she wouldn't leave off begging and praying till they gave her leave to go.
So the same thing happened now as had happened twice before. She went to the
rock and knocked with the stick, and then the man came out and gave her a kirtle
which was far grander than either of the others. It was almost all pure gold, and
studded with diamonds; and she got besides a noble steed, with a gold broidered
saddle-cloth and a golden bit.
Now when the king's daughter got to the church, there stood the priest and
all the people in the churchyard waiting for her. Up came the prince running, and
wanted to hold her horse, but she jumped off, and said:
"No; thanks—there's no need, for my horse is so well broke, it stands
still when I bid him."
So they all hastened into church, and the priest got into the pulpit, but no
one listened to a word he said; for they all looked too much at her, and wondered
from where she came; and the prince, he was far deeper in love than either of the
former times. He had no eyes, or ears, or sense for anything, but just to sit and
stare at her.
So when the sermon was over, and the king's daughter was to go out of the
church, the prince had got a firkin of pitch poured out in the porch, that he might
come and help her over it; but she didn't care a bit—she just put her foot
right down into the midst of the pitch, and jumped across it; but then one of her
golden shoes stuck fast in it, and as she got on her horse, up came the prince
running out of the church and asked from where she came.
"I'm from Combland," said Katie. But when the prince wanted to reach her the
gold shoe, she said,
"Bright before and dark behind,
Clouds come rolling on the wind;
That this prince may never see
Where my good steed goes with me."
So the prince couldn't tell still what had become of her, and he went about
a weary time all over the world asking for "Combland;" but when no one could tell
him where it lay, he ordered it to be given out everywhere that he would wed the
woman whose foot could fit the gold shoe.
So many came of all sorts from all sides, fair and ugly alike; but there was
no one who had so small a foot as to be able to get on the gold shoe. And after a
long, long time, who should come but Katie's wicked stepmother, and her daughter,
too, and her the gold shoe fitted; but ugly she was, and so loathly she looked, the
prince only kept his word sore against his will. Still they got ready the
wedding-feast, and she was dressed up and decked out as a bride; but as they rode to
church, a little bird sat on a tree and sang,
"A bit off her heel,
And a bit off her toe;
Katie Woodencloak's tiny shoe
Is full of blood—that's all I know."
And, sure enough, when they looked to it, the bird told the truth, for blood
gushed out of the shoe.
Then all the maids and women who were about the palace had to go up to try
on the shoe, but there was none of them whom it would fit at all.
"But where's Katie Woodencloak?" asked the prince, when all the rest had
tried the shoe, for he understood the song of birds very well, and bore in mind what
the little bird had said.
"Oh, she! think of that!" said the rest; it's no good her coming forward.
"Why, she has legs like a horse."
"Very true, I daresay," said the prince; "but since all the others have
tried, Katie may as well try too."
"Katie!" he bawled out through the door; and Katie came trampling up-stairs,
and her wooden cloak clattered as if a whole regiment of dragoons were charging
up.
"Now, you must try the shoe on, and be a princess, you too," said the other
maids, and laughed and made game of her.
So Katie took up the shoe, and put her foot into it like nothing, and threw
off her wooden cloak; and so there she stood in her gold kirtle, and it shone so
that the sunbeams glistened from her; and, lo! on her other foot she had the fellow
to the gold shoe.
So when the prince knew her again, he grew so glad, he ran up to her and
threw his arms round her, and gave her a kiss; and when he heard she was a king's
daughter, he got gladder still, and then came the wedding-feast; and so
"Snip, snip, snover,
This story's over."
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