The Story of Three Wonderful Beggars · page 21 2 3101In time he came to a narrow strait of the sea and across it lay a great whale over whose back people walked and drove as if it had been a bridge or a road.102As he stepped on it the whale said, ‘Do tell me where you are going.’103‘I am going to the Serpent King.’104And the whale begged: ‘Think of me and say to the king: “The poor whale has been lying three years across the strait, and men and horses have nearly trampled his back into his ribs.105Is he to lie there much longer?”’106‘I will remember,’ said Vassili, and he went on.107He walked, and walked, and walked, till he came to a great green meadow.108In the meadow stood a large and splendid castle.109Its white marble walls sparkled in the light, the roof was covered with mother o’ pearl, which shone like a rainbow, and the sun glowed like fire on the crystal windows.110Vassili walked in, and went from one room to another astonished at all the splendour he saw.111When he reached the last room of all, he found a beautiful girl sitting on a bed.112As soon as she saw him she said: ‘Oh, Vassili, what brings you to this accursed place?’113Vassili told her why he had come, and all he had seen and heard on the way.114The girl said: ‘You have not been sent here to collect rents, but for your own destruction, and that the serpent may devour you.’115She had not time to say more, when the whole castle shook, and a rustling, hissing, groaning sound was heard.116The girl quickly pushed Vassili into a chest under the bed, locked it and whispered: ‘Listen to what the serpent and I talk about.’117Then she rose up to receive the Serpent King.118The monster rushed into the room, and threw itself panting on the bed, crying: ‘I’ve flown half over the world.119I’m tired, VERY tired, and want to sleep--scratch my head.’120The beautiful girl sat down near him, stroking his hideous head, and said in a sweet coaxing voice: ‘You know everything in the world.121After you left, I had such a wonderful dream.122Will you tell me what it means?’123‘Out with it then, quick!124What was it?’125‘I dreamt I was walking on a wide road, and an oak tree said to me: “Ask the king this: Rotten at the roots, half dead, and yet green stands the old oak.126Is it to stand much longer on the earth?”’127‘It must stand till some one comes and pushes it down with his foot.128Then it will fall, and under its roots will be found more gold and silver than even Mark the Rich has got.’129‘Then I dreamt I came to a river, and the old ferryman said to me: “For thirty year’s the ferryman has rowed to and fro.130Will the tired old man have to row much longer?”’131‘That depends on himself.132If some one gets into the boat to be ferried across, the old man has only to push the boat off, and go his way without looking back.133The man in the boat will then have to take his place.’134‘And at last I dreamt that I was walking over a bridge made of a whale’s back, and the living bridge spoke to me and said: “Here have I been stretched out these three years, and men and horses have trampled my back down into my ribs.135Must I lie here much longer?”’136‘He will have to lie there till he has thrown up the twelve ships of Mark the Rich which he swallowed.137Then he may plunge back into the sea and heal his back.’138And the Serpent King closed his eyes, turned round on his other side, and began to snore so loud that the windows rattled.139In all haste the lovely girl helped Vassili out of the chest, and showed him part of his way back.140He thanked her very politely, and hurried off.141When he reached the strait the whale asked: ‘Have you thought of me?’142‘Yes, as soon as I am on the other side I will tell you what you want to know.’143When he was on the other side Vassili said to the whale: ‘Throw up those twelve ships of Mark’s which you swallowed three years ago.’144The great fish heaved itself up and threw up all the twelve ships and their crews.145Then he shook himself for joy, and plunged into the sea.146Vassili went on further till he reached the ferry, where the old man asked: ‘Did you think of me?’147‘Yes, and as soon as you have ferried me across I will tell you what you want to know.’148When they had crossed over, Vassili said: ‘Let the next man who comes stay in the boat, but do you step on shore, push the boat off, and you will be free, and the other man must take your place.149Then Vassili went on further still, and soon came to the old oak tree, pushed it with his foot, and it fell over.150There, at the roots, was more gold and silver than even Mark the Rich had.151And now the twelve ships which the whale had thrown up came sailing along and anchored close by.checked by a teacher152On the deck of the first ship stood the three beggars whom Vassili had met formerly, and they said: ‘Heaven has blessed you, Vassili.’153Then they vanished away and he never saw them again.154The sailors carried all the gold and silver into the ship, and then they set sail for home with Vassili on board.155Mark was more furious than ever.156He had his horses harnessed and drove off himself to see the Serpent King and to complain of the way in which he had been betrayed.157When he reached the river he sprang into the ferryboat.158The ferryman, however, did not get in but pushed the boat off....159Vassili led a good and happy life with his dear wife, and his kind mother-in-law lived with them.160He helped the poor and fed and clothed the hungry and naked and all Mark’s riches became his.161For many years Mark has been ferrying people across the river.162His face is wrinkled, his hair and beard are snow white, and his eyes are dim; but still he rows on.163(From the Serbian.)164SCHIPPEITARO165It was the custom in old times that as soon as a Japanese boy reached manhood he should leave his home and roam through the land in search of adventures.166Sometimes he would meet with a young man bent on the same business as himself, and then they would fight in a friendly manner, merely to prove which was the stronger, but on other occasions the enemy would turn out to be a robber, who had become the terror of the neighbourhood, and then the battle was in deadly earnest.167One day a youth started off from his native village, resolved never to come back till he had done some great deed that would make his name famous.168But adventures did not seem very plentiful just then, and he wandered about for a long time without meeting either with fierce giants or distressed damsels.169At last he saw in the distance a wild mountain, half covered with a dense forest, and thinking that this promised well at once took the road that led to it.170The difficulties he met with--huge rocks to be climbed, deep rivers to be crossed, and thorny tracts to be avoided--only served to make his heart beat quicker, for he was really brave all through, and not merely when he could not help himself, like a great many people.171But in spite of all his efforts he could not find his way out of the forest, and he began to think he should have to pass the night there.172Once more he strained his eyes to see if there was no place in which he could take shelter, and this time he caught sight of a small chapel in a little clearing.173He hastened quickly towards it, and curling himself up in a warm corner soon fell asleep.checked by a teacher174Not a sound was heard through the whole forest for some hours, but at midnight there suddenly arose such a clamour that the young man, tired as he was, started broad awake in an instant.175Peeping cautiously between the wooden pillars of the chapel, he saw a troop of hideous cats, dancing furiously, making the night horrible with their yells.176The full moon lighted up the weird scene, and the young warrior gazed with astonishment, taking great care to keep still, lest he should be discovered.177After some time he thought that in the midst of all their shrieks he could make out the words, ‘Do not tell Schippeitaro!checked by a teacher178Keep it hidden and secret!179Do not tell Schippeitaro!’180Then, the midnight hour having passed, they all vanished, and the youth was left alone.181Exhausted by all that had been going on round him, he flung himself on the ground and slept till the sun rose.182The moment he woke he felt very hungry, and began to think how he could get something to eat.183So he got up and walked on, and before he had gone very far was lucky enough to find a little side-path, where he could trace men’s footsteps.184He followed the track, and by-and-by came on some scattered huts, beyond which lay a village.185Delighted at this discovery, he was about to hasten to the village when he heard a woman’s voice weeping and lamenting, and calling on the men to take pity on her and help her.186The sound of her distress made him forget he was hungry, and he strode into the hut to find out for himself what was wrong.187But the men whom he asked only shook their heads and told him it was not a matter in which he could give any help, for all this sorrow was caused by the Spirit of the Mountain, to whom every year they were bound to furnish a maiden for him to eat.188‘To-morrow night,’ said they, ‘the horrible creature will come for his dinner, and the cries you have heard were uttered by the girl before you, upon whom the lot has fallen.’189And when the young man asked if the girl was carried off straight from her home, they answered no, but that a large cask was set in the forest chapel, and into this she was fastened.190As he listened to this story, the young man was filled with a great longing to rescue the maiden from her dreadful fate.191The mention of the chapel set him thinking of the scene of the previous night, and he went over all the details again in his mind.192‘Who is Schippeitaro?’ he suddenly asked; ‘can any of you tell me?’193‘Schippeitaro is the great dog that belongs to the overseer of our prince,’ said they; ‘and he lives not far away.’194And they began to laugh at the question, which seemed to them so odd and useless.195The young man did not laugh with them, but instead left the hut and went straight to the owner of the dog, whom he begged to lend him the animal just for one night.checked by a teacher196Schippeitaro’s master was not at all willing to give him in charge to a man of whom he knew nothing, but in the end he consented, and the youth led the dog away, promising faithfully to return him next day to his master.197He next hurried to the hut where the maiden lived, and entreated her parents to shut her up safely in a closet, after which he took Schippeitaro to the cask, and fastened him into it.198In the evening he knew that the cask would be placed in the chapel, so he hid himself there and waited.199At midnight, when the full moon appeared above the top of the mountain, the cats again filled the chapel and shrieked and yelled and danced as before.200But this time they had in their midst a huge black cat who seemed 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