Once upon a time a hunter was
roaming through the wildwood when he heard a voice crying piteously
for aid. Following the sound, the hunter plunged ahead, and
discovered a dwarf caught in a pit which had been dug to trap wild
animals.
After the hunter had rescued the dwarf from his prison, the little
man said to him: "Go ten leagues to the north till you arrive at a
gigantic pine; then turn to the east, and go ten leagues more till
you come to a black castle. Enter the castle without fear, and you
will discover a round room in which stands a round ebony table laden
with gold and jewels. Help yourself to the treasure, and return home
at once. And do not--now mark me well--go up into the turret of the
castle; for if you do, evil will come of it."
So the hunter thanked the dwarf, and after making sure that he had
plenty of bread and cheese in his knapsack, hurried northwards as
fast as his legs could carry him. Through bramble and brier, through
valley and wooded dale went he, and at dusk he came to a gigantic
pine standing solitary in a rocky field. Wearied with his long
journey, the hunter lay down beneath the pine and slept.
When it was dawn he woke refreshed, and turning his eyes toward the
level rays of the rising sun, began his journey to the east.
Presently he reached a height in the forest, and from this height,
he saw, not very far away, a black turret rising over the ocean of
bright leaves. At high noon he arrived at the castle. It was ruinous
and quite deserted; grass grew in the courtyard and between the
bricks of the terrace, and the oaken door was as soft and rotten as
a log that has long been buried in mire.
Entering the castle, the hunter soon discovered the round room. A
table laden with wonderful treasures stood in the centre of the
chamber, directly under a shower of sunlight pouring through a
half-ruined window in the mildewed wall. How the diamonds and
precious stones sparkled and gleamed!
Now, while the hunter was filling his pockets, the flash of a jewel
lying on the floor happened to catch his eye, and looking down, he
saw that a kind of trail of jewels lay along the floor leading out
of the room. Following the scattered gems,--which had the appearance
of having been spilled from some treasure-casket heaped too
high,--the hunter came to a low door, and opening this door, he
discovered a flight of stone steps leading to the turret. The steps
were strewn carelessly with the finest emeralds, topazes, beryls,
moonstones, rubies, and crystal diamonds.
Remembering the counsel of his friend the dwarf, however, the hunter
did not go up the stairs, but hurried home with his treasure.
When the hunter returned to his country, the wonderful treasures
which he had taken from the castle in the wood made him a very rich
man, and in a short time the news of his prosperity came to the ears
of the King. This King was the wickedest of rogues, and his two best
friends, the Chamberlain and the Chancellor, were every bit as
unscrupulous as he. They oppressed the people with taxes, they stole
from the poor, they robbed the churches; indeed there was no
injustice which they were not ready to commit. So, when the
Chamberlain heard of the hunter's wealth, he--being a direct,
straightforward rascal--declared that the simplest thing to do would
be to kill the hunter and take his money.
The Chancellor, who was somewhat more cunning and worldly, declared
that it would be better to throw the hunter into a foul, dark
dungeon till he was ready to buy his freedom with all his wealth.
The King, who was the wickedest and wisest of the precious three,
declared that the best thing to do was to find out whence the hunter
had got his treasure, so that, if there happened to be any left,
they could go and get it. Then of course, they could kill the hunter
and take his treasure too.
Thus it came to pass that by a royal order the hunter was thrown
into a horrible prison, and told that his only hope of release lay
in revealing the origin of his riches. So, after he had been slowly
starved and cruelly beaten, he told of the treasure castle in the
wood.
On the following morning, the King, the Chamberlain, and the
Chancellor, taking with them some strong linen bags and some pack
mules, rode forth in quest of the treasure. Great was their joy when
they found the treasure castle and the treasure room just as the
hunter had described. The Chancellor poured the shining gems through
his claw-like fingers, and the King and the Chamberlain threw their
arms around each others' shoulders and danced a jig as well as their
age and dignity would permit. The first fine careless rapture over,
they began pouring the treasure into the linen sacks they had
brought with them, and these, filled to the brim, they carried to
the castle door.
Soon not the tiniest gem was left on the table. Suddenly the
Chamberlain happened to catch sight of the gems strewn along the
floor.
"See, see!" he cried, his voice shrill and greedy. "There is yet
more to be had!"
So the three rogues got down on their hands and knees and began
stuffing the stray jewels into their bulging pockets. The trail of
jewels led them across the hall to the little door opening on the
stairway, and up this stairway they scrambled as fast as they could
go.
At the top of the stair, in the turret, they found another round
room lit by three narrow, barred windows, and in the centre of this
turret chamber, likewise laden with gold and jewels, they found
another ebony table. With shrieks of delight, the King and the
Chancellor and the Chamberlain ran to this second treasure, and
plunged their hands in the glittering golden mass.
Suddenly, a great bell rang in the castle, a great brazen bell whose
deep clang beat about them in throbbing, singing waves.
"What's that?" said the three rogues in one breath, and rushed
together to the door.
It was locked! An instant later there was a heavy explosion which
threw them all to the floor, tossing the treasure over them; and
then, wonder of wonders, the castle turret, with the three rogues
imprisoned in it, detached itself from the rest of the castle, and
flew off into the air. From the barred windows, the King, the
Chamberlain, and the Chancellor saw league upon league of the forest
rushing by beneath them. Suddenly the flying room began to descend
swiftly, and landed lightly as a bird in the middle of a castle
courtyard. Strange-looking fellows with human bodies and heads of
horses came rushing toward the enchanted turret, and seized its
prisoners. In a few moments they were brought before the King to
whom the treasure belonged.
Now this King was a brother of the dwarf whom the hunter had rescued
from the pit. He had a little gold crown on his head, and sat on a
little golden throne with cushions of crimson velvet.
"With what are these three charged?" said the Dwarf-King.
"With having tried to rob the treasure castle, Your Majesty,"
replied one of the horse-headed servitors in a firm, stable tone.
"Then send for the Lord Chief Justice at once," said the Dwarf-King.
The three culprits were left standing uneasily in a kind of cage.
They would have tried to speak, but every time they opened their
mouths, one of the guards gave them a dig in the ribs.
For a space of five minutes there was quiet in the crowded
throne-room, a quiet broken now and then by a veiled cough or the
noise of shuffling feet. Presently, from far away, came the clear,
sweet call of silver trumpets.
"He's coming! He's coming!" murmured many voices. A buzz of
excitement filled the room. Several people had to be revived with
smelling salts.
The trumpets sounded a second time. The excitement increased.
The trumpets sounded a third time, near at hand. A man's voice
announced in solemn tones, "The Lord Chief Justice approaches."
The audience grew very still. Hardly a rustle or a flutter was
heard. Suddenly the great tapestry curtains which overhung the door
parted, and there appeared, first of all, an usher, clad in red
velvet and carrying a golden wand; then came two golden-haired
pages, also clad in red velvet and carrying a flat black-lacquer box
on a velvet cushion. Last of all came an elderly man dressed in
black, and carrying a golden perch on which sat a fine green parrot.
On reaching the centre of the hall, the parrot flapped its wings,
arranged an upstart feather or two, and then resumed that solemn
dignity for which birds and animals are so justly famous.
With great ceremony the gentleman in black placed the Lord Chief
Justice on a lacquer stand close by the throne of the Dwarf-King.
Trumpets sounded. Two servitors hurried forward with the captive
King.
"Your Venerability," spoke the Dwarf-King to the parrot, who watched
him intently out of its round yellow eye, and nodded its head, "this
rascal has been taken in the act of robbing the treasure castle.
What punishment do you suggest?"
At these words, the two golden-haired pages, advancing with immense
solemnity, lifted the lacquer box to within reach of the parrot's
beak. The box was full of cards. Over them, swaying from one leg to
the other as he did so, the parrot swept his head.
An icy silence fell over the throng. The King, the Chancellor, and
the Chamberlain quaked in their shoes. Presently the parrot picked
out a card, and the gentleman in black handed it to the Dwarf-King.
"Prisoner," said the Dwarf-King to the other King, "the Lord Chief
Justice condemns you to be for the rest of your natural life Master
Sweeper of the Palace Chimneys."
Discreet applause was heard. The Chancellor was then hurried
forward, and the bird picked out a second card.
"Prisoner," said the Dwarf-King, "the Lord Chief Justice condemns
you to be for the rest of your natural life Master Washer of the
Palace Windows."
More discreet applause was heard. And now the Chamberlain was
brought to the bar. The parrot gave him quite a wicked eye, and
hesitated for some time before drawing a card.
"Prisoner," said the Dwarf-King, reading the card which the parrot
had finally chosen, "the Lord Chief Justice condemns you for the
rest of your natural life to be Master Beater of the Palace
Carpets."
Great applause followed this sage judgment.
So the three rogues were led away, and unless you have heard to the
contrary, they are still making up for their wicked lives by
enforced diligence at their tasks. The palace has five hundred and
ninety-six chimneys, eight thousand, seven hundred and fifty-three
windows, and eleven hundred and ninety-nine large dust-gathering
carpets, and the chimneys, windows, and carpets have to be swept,
washed, and beaten at least once a week.
Now when the King, the Chancellor, and the Chamberlain failed to
return, the people took the hunter out of his prison and made him
king, because he was the richest and most powerful of them all.
As for the treasure of the treasure castle, it is still there,
packed in the linen sacks, lying just inside the great door.
Perhaps some day you may find it. If you do, don't be greedy, and
don't go up to the turret chamber.