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his only daughter to wife.

Now there lived in the country two brothers, sons of a poor man,
who declared themselves willing to undertake the hazardous
enterprise, the elder, who was crafty and shrewd, out of pride,
the younger, who was innocent and simple, from a kind heart.
The king said, in order that you may be the more sure of finding
the beast, you must go into the forest from opposite sides. So
the elder went in on the west side, and the younger on the east.
When the younger had gone a short way, a little man stepped
up to him. He held in his hand a black spear and said, I give
you this spear because your heart is pure and good, with this
you can boldly attack the wild boar, and it will do you no harm.
He thanked the little man, shouldered the spear, and went on
fearlessly.

Before long he saw the beast, which rushed at him, but he held
the spear towards it, and in its blind fury it ran so swiftly
against it that its heart was cloven in twain. Then he took the
monster on his back and went homewards with it to the king.
As he came out at the other side of the wood, there stood at the
entrance a house where people were making merry with wine and
dancing. His elder brother had gone in here, and, thinking that
after all the boar would not run away from him, was going to drink
until he felt brave. But when he saw his young brother coming out
of the wood laden with his booty, his envious, evil heart gave him
no peace. He called out to him, come in, dear brother, rest and
refresh yourself with a cup of wine.

The youth, who suspected no evil, went in and told him about the
good little man who had given him the spear wherewith he had slain
the boar.

The elder brother kept him there until the evening, and then they
went away together, and when in the darkness they came to a
bridge over a brook, the elder brother let the other go first, and
when he was half-way across he gave him such a blow from behind
that he fell down dead. He buried him beneath the bridge, took
the boar, and carried it to the king, pretending that he had
killed it, whereupon he obtained the king's daughter in marriage.
And when his younger brother did not come back he said, the boar
must have ripped up his body, and every one believed it.
But as nothing remains hidden from God, so this black deed also
was to come to light.

Years afterwards a shepherd was driving his herd across the
bridge, and saw lying in the sand beneath, a snow-white little
bone. He thought that it would make a good mouth-piece, so
he clambered down, picked it up, and cut out of it a mouth-piece
for his horn, but when he blew through it for the first time,
to his great astonishment, the bone began of its own accord to
sing -
ah, friend thou blowest upon my bone.
Long have I lain beside the water,
my brother slew me for the boar,
and took for his wife the king's young daughter.

What a wonderful horn, said the shepherd, it sings by itself,
I must take it to my lord the king. And when he came with it to
the king the horn again began to sing its little song. The
king understood it all, and caused the ground below the bridge
to be dug up, and then the whole skeleton of the murdered man
came to light. The wicked brother could not deny the deed, and
was sewn up in a sack and drowned. But the bones of the murdered
man were laid to rest in a beautiful tomb in the churchyard.
There was once a poor woman who gave birth to a little son,
and as he came into the world with a caul on, it was predicted
that in his fourteenth year he would have the king's daughter
for his wife. It happened that soon afterwards the king
came into the village, and no one knew that he was the king,
and when he asked the people what news there was, they answered,
a child has just been born with a caul on, whatever anyone so
born undertakes turns out well. It is prophesied, too, that
in his fourteenth year he will have the king's daughter for his
wife.

The king, who had a bad heart, and was angry about the prophecy,
went to the parents, and, seeming quite friendly, said, you poor
people, let me have your child, and I will take care of it. At
first they refused, but when the stranger offered them a large
amount of gold for it, and they thought, it is a child of good
fortune, and everything must turn out well for it, they at last
consented, and gave him the child.

The king put it in a box and rode away with it until he came to
a deep piece of water, then he threw the box into it and thought,
I have freed my daughter from her undesired suitor.

The box, however, did not sink, but floated like a boat, and not
a drop of water made its way into it. And it floated to within
two miles of the king's chief city, where there was a mill, and
it came to a halt at the mill-dam. A miller's boy, who by good
luck was standing there, noticed it and pulled it out with a hook,
thinking that he had found a great treasure, but when he opened
it there lay a pretty boy inside, quite fresh and lively. He
took him to the miller and his wife, and as they had no children
they were glad, and said, "God has given him to us." They took
great care of the foundling, and he grew up in all goodness.

It happened that once in a storm, the king went into the mill, and

his only daughter to wife.

Now there lived in the country two brothers, sons of a poor man,

who declared themselves willing to undertake the hazardous

enterprise, the elder, who was crafty and shrewd, out of pride,

the younger, who was innocent and simple, from a kind heart.

The king said, in order that you may be the more sure of finding

the beast, you must go into the forest from opposite sides. So

the elder went in on the west side, and the younger on the east.

When the younger had gone a short way, a little man stepped

up to him. He held in his hand a black spear and said, I give

you this spear because your heart is pure and good, with this

you can boldly attack the wild boar, and it will do you no harm.

He thanked the little man, shouldered the spear, and went on

fearlessly.

Before long he saw the beast, which rushed at him, but he held

the spear towards it, and in its blind fury it ran so swiftly

against it that its heart was cloven in twain. Then he took the

monster on his back and went homewards with it to the king.

As he came out at the other side of the wood, there stood at the

entrance a house where people were making merry with wine and

dancing. His elder brother had gone in here, and, thinking that

after all the boar would not run away from him, was going to drink

until he felt brave. But when he saw his young brother coming out

of the wood laden with his booty, his envious, evil heart gave him

no peace. He called out to him, come in, dear brother, rest and

refresh yourself with a cup of wine.

The youth, who suspected no evil, went in and told him about the

good little man who had given him the spear wherewith he had slain

the boar.

The elder brother kept him there until the evening, and then they

went away together, and when in the darkness they came to a

bridge over a brook, the elder brother let the other go first, and

when he was half-way across he gave him such a blow from behind

that he fell down dead. He buried him beneath the bridge, took

the boar, and carried it to the king, pretending that he had

killed it, whereupon he obtained the king's daughter in marriage.

And when his younger brother did not come back he said, the boar

must have ripped up his body, and every one believed it.

But as nothing remains hidden from God, so this black deed also

was to come to light.

Years afterwards a shepherd was driving his herd across the

bridge, and saw lying in the sand beneath, a snow-white little

bone. He thought that it would make a good mouth-piece, so

he clambered down, picked it up, and cut out of it a mouth-piece

for his horn, but when he blew through it for the first time,

to his great astonishment, the bone began of its own accord to

sing -

ah, friend thou blowest upon my bone.

Long have I lain beside the water,

my brother slew me for the boar,

and took for his wife the king's young daughter.

What a wonderful horn, said the shepherd, it sings by itself,

I must take it to my lord the king. And when he came with it to

the king the horn again began to sing its little song. The

king understood it all, and caused the ground below the bridge

to be dug up, and then the whole skeleton of the murdered man

came to light. The wicked brother could not deny the deed, and

was sewn up in a sack and drowned. But the bones of the murdered

man were laid to rest in a beautiful tomb in the churchyard.

There was once a poor woman who gave birth to a little son,

and as he came into the world with a caul on, it was predicted

that in his fourteenth year he would have the king's daughter

for his wife. It happened that soon afterwards the king

came into the village, and no one knew that he was the king,

and when he asked the people what news there was, they answered,

a child has just been born with a caul on, whatever anyone so

born undertakes turns out well. It is prophesied, too, that

in his fourteenth year he will have the king's daughter for his

wife.

The king, who had a bad heart, and was angry about the prophecy,

went to the parents, and, seeming quite friendly, said, you poor

people, let me have your child, and I will take care of it. At

first they refused, but when the stranger offered them a large

amount of gold for it, and they thought, it is a child of good

fortune, and everything must turn out well for it, they at last

consented, and gave him the child.

The king put it in a box and rode away with it until he came to

a deep piece of water, then he threw the box into it and thought,

I have freed my daughter from her undesired suitor.

The box, however, did not sink, but floated like a boat, and not

a drop of water made its way into it. And it floated to within

two miles of the king's chief city, where there was a mill, and

it came to a halt at the mill-dam. A miller's boy, who by good

luck was standing there, noticed it and pulled it out with a hook,

thinking that he had found a great treasure, but when he opened

it there lay a pretty boy inside, quite fresh and lively. He

took him to the miller and his wife, and as they had no children

they were glad, and said, "God has given him to us." They took

great care of the foundling, and he grew up in all goodness.

It happened that once in a storm, the king went into the mill, and