There was somewhere a black world. And in the black world lived another king. No single woman wanted to marry this king, because anyone who tried, was murdered by him.
They were saying about him, that he is so pagan, that he would let Sun's blood effuse, if it would go with him to the altar. But the king could't stand that he had to fast in love. So he took on one hundred merchants, to go from village to village and from town to town and buy him a wife. They travelled with pouches full of gold and cried in each town: "We are buying women, cripples, lames, blind ones." But there was no single soul, who wanted to put his daughter or wife up for sale.
Until they have reached the town, where the king and queen lived, who have employed the turkey-herd woman. As the king have heard the criing of the merchants, he called for his wife. "Hey come, and listen to what these men are shouting, let's sell them the dughter of the turkey-herd woman, so she will get so far, that she will be never able to come back home." So they called in to the palace one of the merchants, and told to him: " We have a girl for sale, but we only sell it to you, if you promise you take her so far away, that she will never find her way back home." "Oh have no fear about that." Answered the merchant. They brought to him the girl, who was shining from beauty, but the merchant even didn't throw a glance at her. He put her in a dog-box, so she will not be able to recognize the way the are going.
When the pagan king so her, he immadietly fall in love with her. And he had locked her in room, under the eye of guards, until he prepares their wedding.
When the merchants have took the girl with them, the king in the white world made a copy of her of gypsum, and made a funeral for her.
When their son finnished his studies in Germany, he came back home, and asked about his mate from his child-hood. His parents told him, that she had died, and they have buried her. The boy didn't want to beleive it. "It's not true!" He mumbled. "It's not true!" He started to run the streets, and kept asking the people passing by, if it was true, that the daughter of the turkey-herd woman has died. He went to the graveyard, and asked after the grave of the girl. When he saw the name of the girl on the headstone, he cried, he sobed but he couldn't do anything, he had to take in, that he can not do anything, no one can resuscitate dead people, expect for God. So he went home.
At home he had fallen into melancholy. He sat for days wordlessly, with tears in his eyes, he was wringing his hands, he was thinking, and he didn't receive any food. He was mourning for his mate. His lips became like the lips of a rabbit, and he became so week, that he started to shiver every now and than.
The king almost became mad of worry. He asked his wife, what he should do. "Take him on a hunt. Go to the forrest, bring all dukes with you, and bring him aswell. Shoot on deers and wild-boars. Maybe he will forget his sorrowful thoughts."
They announced the hunt. It would have been a big shame for the prince, if he hadn't gone with them. He took a gun, and went to the stable to choose a fine horse.
They rode to the forrest. Others told him to follow a path, and they will chase the beasts towards him, so he only have to shoot them. He conceded, and the hunting started. The blew the horns, beated the drums, span the clappers, screeched, shouted, cluncked.
The prince started to ride on the path, and a little later there came a little hare, and stood right in front of him. He took his gun the shoot it, but the hare tilted his tail, in way that seemed, as if it was asking for mercy. The prince let down his gun. "Nope will I hurt it, it is a bland hare. I will rather go to it, and capture it live!" He got off his horse, and tried to catch the hare. But the hare sprang on. He tried again, but the hare sprang a litlle further again. He was chasing the hare into the middle of the bushy forrest. He thought, that he will manage better if he can use both hands, so he tied his horse to a tree, and left his gun there, and followed the hare into the scrub. And the hare kept spranging in front of him. Once, when he tried to catch it, the hare sprang one much bigger than before, and disappeared. The prince didn't see it anywhere. And he didn't even know, where he was. He realized, that he got lost, and it became dark. "Oh my God, where am I? Where should I go? What shall I do?" After puzzleing his brain, he decided, that he will climb on a high tree, so that he will be able to see, if there is light coming from somewhere. He did so, and somewhere in the far distance he saw a bonfire.
They were saying about him, that he is so pagan, that he would let Sun's blood effuse, if it would go with him to the altar. But the king could't stand that he had to fast in love. So he took on one hundred merchants, to go from village to village and from town to town and buy him a wife. They travelled with pouches full of gold and cried in each town: "We are buying women, cripples, lames, blind ones." But there was no single soul, who wanted to put his daughter or wife up for sale.
Until they have reached the town, where the king and queen lived, who have employed the turkey-herd woman. As the king have heard the criing of the merchants, he called for his wife. "Hey come, and listen to what these men are shouting, let's sell them the dughter of the turkey-herd woman, so she will get so far, that she will be never able to come back home." So they called in to the palace one of the merchants, and told to him: " We have a girl for sale, but we only sell it to you, if you promise you take her so far away, that she will never find her way back home." "Oh have no fear about that." Answered the merchant. They brought to him the girl, who was shining from beauty, but the merchant even didn't throw a glance at her. He put her in a dog-box, so she will not be able to recognize the way the are going.
When the pagan king so her, he immadietly fall in love with her. And he had locked her in room, under the eye of guards, until he prepares their wedding.
When the merchants have took the girl with them, the king in the white world made a copy of her of gypsum, and made a funeral for her.
When their son finnished his studies in Germany, he came back home, and asked about his mate from his child-hood. His parents told him, that she had died, and they have buried her. The boy didn't want to beleive it. "It's not true!" He mumbled. "It's not true!" He started to run the streets, and kept asking the people passing by, if it was true, that the daughter of the turkey-herd woman has died. He went to the graveyard, and asked after the grave of the girl. When he saw the name of the girl on the headstone, he cried, he sobed but he couldn't do anything, he had to take in, that he can not do anything, no one can resuscitate dead people, expect for God. So he went home.
At home he had fallen into melancholy. He sat for days wordlessly, with tears in his eyes, he was wringing his hands, he was thinking, and he didn't receive any food. He was mourning for his mate. His lips became like the lips of a rabbit, and he became so week, that he started to shiver every now and than.
The king almost became mad of worry. He asked his wife, what he should do. "Take him on a hunt. Go to the forrest, bring all dukes with you, and bring him aswell. Shoot on deers and wild-boars. Maybe he will forget his sorrowful thoughts."
They announced the hunt. It would have been a big shame for the prince, if he hadn't gone with them. He took a gun, and went to the stable to choose a fine horse.
They rode to the forrest. Others told him to follow a path, and they will chase the beasts towards him, so he only have to shoot them. He conceded, and the hunting started. The blew the horns, beated the drums, span the clappers, screeched, shouted, cluncked.
The prince started to ride on the path, and a little later there came a little hare, and stood right in front of him. He took his gun the shoot it, but the hare tilted his tail, in way that seemed, as if it was asking for mercy. The prince let down his gun. "Nope will I hurt it, it is a bland hare. I will rather go to it, and capture it live!" He got off his horse, and tried to catch the hare. But the hare sprang on. He tried again, but the hare sprang a litlle further again. He was chasing the hare into the middle of the bushy forrest. He thought, that he will manage better if he can use both hands, so he tied his horse to a tree, and left his gun there, and followed the hare into the scrub. And the hare kept spranging in front of him. Once, when he tried to catch it, the hare sprang one much bigger than before, and disappeared. The prince didn't see it anywhere. And he didn't even know, where he was. He realized, that he got lost, and it became dark. "Oh my God, where am I? Where should I go? What shall I do?" After puzzleing his brain, he decided, that he will climb on a high tree, so that he will be able to see, if there is light coming from somewhere. He did so, and somewhere in the far distance he saw a bonfire.
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