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turn and peep, turn and peep,
there's blood within the shoe,
the shoe it is too small for her,
the true bride waits for you.
He looked down at her foot and saw how the blood was running
out of her shoe, and how it had stained her white stocking quite
red. Then he turned his horse and took the false bride home
again. This also is not the right one, said he, have you no
other daughter. No, said the man, there is still a little
stunted kitchen-wench which my late wife left behind her, but
she cannot possibly be the bride. The king's son said he was
to send her up to him, but the mother answered, oh, no, she is
much too dirty, she cannot show herself. But he absolutely
insisted on it, and cinderella had to be called. She first
washed her hands and face clean, and then went and bowed down
before the king's son, who gave her the golden shoe. Then she
seated herself on a stool, drew her foot out of the heavy
wooden shoe, and put it into the slipper, which fitted like a
glove. And when she rose up and the king's son looked at her
face he recognized the beautiful maiden who had danced with
him and cried, that is the true bride. The step-mother and
the two sisters were horrified and became pale with rage, he,
however, took cinderella on his horse and rode away with her. As
they passed by the hazel-tree, the two white doves cried -
turn and peep, turn and peep,
no blood is in the shoe,
the shoe is not too small for her,
the true bride rides with you,
and when they had cried that, the two came flying down and
placed themselves on cinderella's shoulders, one on the right,
the other on the left, and remained sitting there.
When the wedding with the king's son was to be celebrated, the
two false sisters came and wanted to get into favor with
cinderella and share her good fortune. When the betrothed
couple went to church, the elder was at the right side and the
younger at the left, and the pigeons pecked out one eye from
each of them. Afterwards as they came back the elder was at
the left, and the younger at the right, and then the pigeons
pecked out the other eye from each. And thus, for their
wickedness and falsehood, they were punished with blindness
all their days.
There was once a king's son who was seized with a desire to travel
about the world, and took no one with him but a faithful servant.
One day he came to a great forest, and when darkness overtook him
he could find no shelter, and knew not where to pass the night.
Then he saw a girl who was going towards a small house, and when
he came nearer, he saw that the maiden was young and beautiful.
He spoke to her, and said, dear child, can I and my servant find
shelter for the night in the little house. Oh, yes, said the
girl in a sad voice, that you certainly can, but I do not advise
you to venture it. Do not go in. Why not, asked the king's son.
The maiden sighed and said, my step-mother
practises wicked arts. She is ill-disposed toward strangers.
Then he saw very well that he had come to the house of a witch,
but as it was dark, and he could not go farther, and also was
not afraid, he entered. The old woman was sitting in an armchair
by the fire, and looked at the stranger with her red eyes. Good
evening, growled she, and pretended to be quite friendly. Take
a seat and rest yourselves. She fanned the fire on which she was
cooking something in a small pot. The daughter warned the two to
be prudent, to eat nothing, and drink nothing, for the old woman
brewed evil drinks. They slept quietly until early morning. When
they were making ready for their departure, and the king's son was
already seated on his horse, the old woman said, stop a moment,
I will first hand you a parting draught. Whilst she fetched
it, the king's son rode away, and the servant who had to buckle
his saddle tight, was the only one present when the wicked witch
came with the drink. Take that to your master, said she. But
at that instant the glass broke and the poison spirted on the
horse, and it was so strong that the animal immediately fell down
dead. The servant ran after his master and told him what had
happened, but as he did not want to leave his saddle behind, he
ran back to fetch it. When he came to the dead horse, however,
a raven was already sitting on it devouring it. Who knows
whether we shall find anything better to-day, said the servant.
So he killed the raven, and took it with him. And now they
journeyed onwards into the forest the whole day, but could not
get out of it. By nightfall they found an inn and entered it.
The servant gave the raven to the innkeeper to prepare for supper.
They had stumbled, however, on a den of murderers, and during
the darkness twelve of these came, intending to kill the strangers
and rob them. But before they set about this work, they sat down
to supper, and the innkeeper and the witch sat down with them,
and together they ate a dish of soup in which was cut up the
flesh of the raven. Hardly had they swallowed a couple of
mouthfuls, before they all fell down dead, for the raven had
communicated to them the poison from the horse-flesh. There
was no no one else left in the house but the innkeeper's daughter,
who was
honest, and had taken no part in their godless deeds. She
opened all doors to the stranger and showed him the store of
treasures. But the king's son said she might keep everything, he
would have none of it, and rode onwards with his servant.
After they had traveled about for a long time, they came to a
town in which was a beautiful but proud princess, who had made it
known that whosoever should set her a riddle which she could
not guess, that man should be her husband. But if she guessed
it, his head must be cut off. She had three days to guess it
in, but was so clever that she always found the answer to the
riddle given her before the appointed time. Nine suitors had

turn and peep, turn and peep,

there's blood within the shoe,

the shoe it is too small for her,

the true bride waits for you.

He looked down at her foot and saw how the blood was running

out of her shoe, and how it had stained her white stocking quite

red. Then he turned his horse and took the false bride home

again. This also is not the right one, said he, have you no

other daughter. No, said the man, there is still a little

stunted kitchen-wench which my late wife left behind her, but

she cannot possibly be the bride. The king's son said he was

to send her up to him, but the mother answered, oh, no, she is

much too dirty, she cannot show herself. But he absolutely

insisted on it, and cinderella had to be called. She first

washed her hands and face clean, and then went and bowed down

before the king's son, who gave her the golden shoe. Then she

seated herself on a stool, drew her foot out of the heavy

wooden shoe, and put it into the slipper, which fitted like a

glove. And when she rose up and the king's son looked at her

face he recognized the beautiful maiden who had danced with

him and cried, that is the true bride. The step-mother and

the two sisters were horrified and became pale with rage, he,

however, took cinderella on his horse and rode away with her. As

they passed by the hazel-tree, the two white doves cried -

turn and peep, turn and peep,

no blood is in the shoe,

the shoe is not too small for her,

the true bride rides with you,

and when they had cried that, the two came flying down and

placed themselves on cinderella's shoulders, one on the right,

the other on the left, and remained sitting there.

When the wedding with the king's son was to be celebrated, the

two false sisters came and wanted to get into favor with

cinderella and share her good fortune. When the betrothed

couple went to church, the elder was at the right side and the

younger at the left, and the pigeons pecked out one eye from

each of them. Afterwards as they came back the elder was at

the left, and the younger at the right, and then the pigeons

pecked out the other eye from each. And thus, for their

wickedness and falsehood, they were punished with blindness

all their days.

There was once a king's son who was seized with a desire to travel

about the world, and took no one with him but a faithful servant.

One day he came to a great forest, and when darkness overtook him

he could find no shelter, and knew not where to pass the night.

Then he saw a girl who was going towards a small house, and when

he came nearer, he saw that the maiden was young and beautiful.

He spoke to her, and said, dear child, can I and my servant find

shelter for the night in the little house. Oh, yes, said the

girl in a sad voice, that you certainly can, but I do not advise

you to venture it. Do not go in. Why not, asked the king's son.

The maiden sighed and said, my step-mother

practises wicked arts. She is ill-disposed toward strangers.

Then he saw very well that he had come to the house of a witch,

but as it was dark, and he could not go farther, and also was

not afraid, he entered. The old woman was sitting in an armchair

by the fire, and looked at the stranger with her red eyes. Good

evening, growled she, and pretended to be quite friendly. Take

a seat and rest yourselves. She fanned the fire on which she was

cooking something in a small pot. The daughter warned the two to

be prudent, to eat nothing, and drink nothing, for the old woman

brewed evil drinks. They slept quietly until early morning. When

they were making ready for their departure, and the king's son was

already seated on his horse, the old woman said, stop a moment,

I will first hand you a parting draught. Whilst she fetched

it, the king's son rode away, and the servant who had to buckle

his saddle tight, was the only one present when the wicked witch

came with the drink. Take that to your master, said she. But

at that instant the glass broke and the poison spirted on the

horse, and it was so strong that the animal immediately fell down

dead. The servant ran after his master and told him what had

happened, but as he did not want to leave his saddle behind, he

ran back to fetch it. When he came to the dead horse, however,

a raven was already sitting on it devouring it. Who knows

whether we shall find anything better to-day, said the servant.

So he killed the raven, and took it with him. And now they

journeyed onwards into the forest the whole day, but could not

get out of it. By nightfall they found an inn and entered it.

The servant gave the raven to the innkeeper to prepare for supper.

They had stumbled, however, on a den of murderers, and during

the darkness twelve of these came, intending to kill the strangers

and rob them. But before they set about this work, they sat down

to supper, and the innkeeper and the witch sat down with them,

and together they ate a dish of soup in which was cut up the

flesh of the raven. Hardly had they swallowed a couple of

mouthfuls, before they all fell down dead, for the raven had

communicated to them the poison from the horse-flesh. There

was no no one else left in the house but the innkeeper's daughter,

who was

honest, and had taken no part in their godless deeds. She

opened all doors to the stranger and showed him the store of

treasures. But the king's son said she might keep everything, he

would have none of it, and rode onwards with his servant.

After they had traveled about for a long time, they came to a

town in which was a beautiful but proud princess, who had made it

known that whosoever should set her a riddle which she could

not guess, that man should be her husband. But if she guessed

it, his head must be cut off. She had three days to guess it

in, but was so clever that she always found the answer to the

riddle given her before the appointed time. Nine suitors had