Serbian Folk-lore. Anonymous
barrel with an open bung-hole, but bound fast round with three iron hoops. Out of the barrel came a voice, saying, ‘For God’s sake, my brother—I am dying with thirst—please give me a cup of water!’ Then the king’s son took a cup and filled it with water, and emptied it into the barrel. Immediately he had done so one of the hoops burst asunder. Again came the voice from the barrel, ‘For God’s sake, my brother—I am dying of thirst—please give me a cup of water!’ The king’s son again filled the cup, and took it, and emptied it into the barrel, and instantly another hoop burst asunder. The third time the voice came out of the barrel, ‘For God’s sake, my brother—I am dying of thirst—please give me a cup of water!’ The king’s son again took the cup and filled it, and poured the water into the barrel—and the third hoop burst. Then the barrel fell to pieces, and a dragon flew out of the cellar, and caught the queen on the road and carried her away.
Then the servant, who went out with the queen, came back quickly, and told the king’s son what had happened, and the poor prince knew not what to do with himself, so desperate was he, and full of self-reproaches. At length, however, he resolved to set out and travel through the world in search of her. After long journeying, one day he came to a lake, and near it, in a little hole, he saw a little fish jumping about. When the fish saw the king’s son, she began to beg pitifully, ‘For God’s sake, be my brother, and throw me into the water. Some day I may be of use to you, so take now a little scale from me, and when you need me, rub it gently.’ Then the king’s son lifted the little fish from the hole and threw her into the water, after he had taken one small scale, which he wrapped up carefully in a handkerchief. Some time afterwards, as he travelled about the world, he came upon a fox, caught in an iron trap. When the fox saw the prince, he spoke: ‘In God’s name, be a brother to me, and help me to get out of this trap. One day you will need me, so take just one hair from my tail, and when you want me, rub it gently.’ Then the king’s son took a hair from the tail of the fox, and let him free.
Again, as he crossed a mountain, he found a wolf fast in a trap; and when the wolf saw him, it spoke: ‘Be a brother to me; in God’s name, set me free, and one day I will help you. Only take a hair from me, and when you need me, rub it gently.’ So he took a hair, and let the wolf free. After that, the king’s son travelled about a very long time, till one day he met a man, to whom he said, ‘For God’s sake, brother, have you ever heard any one say where is the palace of the dragon king?’ The man gave him very particular directions which way to take, and in what length of time he could get there. Then the king’s son thanked him and continued his journey until he came to the city where the dragon lived. When there, he went into the palace and found therein his wife, and both of them were exceedingly pleased to meet each other, and began to take counsel how they could escape. They resolved to run away, and prepared hastily for the journey. When all was ready they mounted on horseback and galloped away. As soon as they were gone the dragon came home, also on horseback, and, entering his palace, found that the queen had gone away. Then he said to his horse, ‘What shall we do now? Shall we eat and drink, or go at once after them?’ The horse answered, ‘Let us eat and drink first, we shall anyway catch them; do not be anxious.’
After the dragon had dined he mounted his horse, and in a few moments came up with the runaways. Then he took the queen from the king’s son and said to him, ‘Go now, in God’s name! This time I forgive you because you gave me water in the cellar; but if your life is dear to you do not come back here any more!’ The unhappy young prince went on his way a little, but could not long resist, so he came back next day to the dragon’s palace, and found the queen sitting alone and weeping. Then they began again to consult how they could get away. And the prince said, ‘When the dragon comes, ask him where he got that horse, and then you will tell me so that I can look for such another one; perhaps in this way we can escape.’ He then went away, lest the dragon should come and find him with the queen.
By-and-by the dragon came home, and the queen began to pet him, and speak lovingly to him about many things, till at last she said, ‘Ah! what a fine horse you have! where did you get such a splendid horse?’ And he answered, ‘Eh! where I got it every one cannot get one! In such and such a mountain lives an old woman who has twelve horses in her stable, and no one can say which is the finest, they are all so beautiful. But in one corner of the stable stands a horse which looks as if he were leprous, but, in truth, he is the very best horse in the whole world. He is the brother of my horse, and whoever gets him may ride to the sky. But whoever wishes to get a horse from that old woman, must serve her three days and three nights. She has a mare with a foal, and whoever during three nights guards and keeps for her this mare and this foal, has a right to claim the best horse from the old woman’s stable. But whoever engages to keep watch over the mare and does not, must lose his head!’
Next day, when the dragon went out, the king’s son came, and the queen told him all she had learned from the dragon. Then the king’s son went away to the mountain and found the old woman, and entered her house greeting: ‘God help you, grandmother!’ And she answered, ‘God help you, too, my son! what do you wish?’ ‘I should like to serve you,’ said the king’s son. Then the old woman said, ‘Well, my son, if you keep my mare safe for three days and three nights I will give you the best horse, and you can choose him yourself; but if you do not keep the mare safe you shall lose your head.’
Then she led him into the courtyard, where all around stakes were ranged. Each of them had on it a man’s head, except one stake, which had no head on it, and shouted incessantly, ‘Oh, grandmother, give me a head!’ The old woman showed all this to the prince, and said, ‘Look here! all these were heads of those who tried to keep my mare, and they have lost their heads for their pains!’
But the prince was not a bit afraid, so he stayed to serve the old woman. When the evening came he mounted the mare and rode her into the field, and the foal followed. He sat still on her back, having made up his mind not to dismount, that he might be sure of her. But before midnight he slumbered a little, and when he awoke he found himself sitting on a rail and holding the bridle in his hand. Then he was greatly alarmed, and went instantly to look about to find the mare, and whilst looking for her, he came to a piece of water. When he saw the water he remembered the little fish, and took the scale from the handkerchief and rubbed it a little. Then immediately the little fish appeared and said, ‘What is the matter, my half-brother?’ And he replied, ‘The mare of the old woman ran away whilst under my charge, and now I do not know where she is!’ And the fish answered, ‘Here she is, turned to a fish, and the foal to a smaller one. But strike once upon the water with the bridle and cry out, “Heigh! mare of the old woman!” ’ The prince did as he was told, and immediately the mare came, with the foal, out of the water to the shore. Then he put on her the bridle and mounted and rode away to the old woman’s house, and the foal followed. When he got there the old woman gave him his breakfast; she, however, took the mare into the stable and beat her with a poker, saying, ‘Why did you not go down among the fishes, you cursed mare?’ And the mare answered, ‘I have been down to the fishes, but the fish are his friends and they told him about me.’ Then the old woman said, ‘Then go among the foxes!’
When evening came the king’s son mounted the mare and rode to the field, and the foal followed the mare. Again he sat on the mare’s back until near midnight, when he fell asleep as before. When he awoke, he found himself riding on the rail and holding the bridle in his hand. So he was much frightened, and went to look after the mare. As he went he remembered the words the old woman had said to the mare, and he took from the handkerchief the fox’s hair and rubbed it a little between his fingers. All at once the fox stood before him, and asked, ‘What is the matter, half-brother?’ And he said, ‘The old woman’s mare has run away, and I do not know where she can be.’ Then the fox answered, ‘Here she is with us; she has turned into a fox, and the foal into a cub; but strike once with the bridle on the earth and cry out, “Heigh! you old woman’s mare!” ’ So the king’s son struck with the bridle on the earth and cried, ‘Heigh! old woman’s mare!’ and the mare came and stood, with her foal, near him. He put on the bridle, and mounted and rode off home, and the foal followed the mare. When he arrived the old woman gave him his breakfast, but took the mare into the stable and beat her with the poker, crying, ‘To the foxes, cursed one! to the foxes!’ And the mare answered, ‘I have been with the foxes,