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lived happily together for a few years, the king's mother, who was
a wicked woman, began to slander the young queen, and said to
the king, this is a common beggar girl whom you have brought
back with you. Who knows what wicked tricks she practises secretly.
Even if she be dumb, and not able to speak, she still might
laugh for once. But those who do not laugh have bad consciences.

At first the king would not believe it, but the old woman urged this
so long, and accused her of so many evil things, that at last the
king let himself be persuaded and sentenced her to death.
And now a great fire was lighted in the courtyard in which she
was to be burnt, and the king stood above at the window and
looked on with tearful eyes, because he still loved her so much.
And when she was bound fast to the stake, and the fire was licking
at her clothes with its red tongue, the last instant of the seven
years expired. Then a whirring sound was heard in the air, and
twelve ravens came flying towards the place, and sank downwards, and
when they touched the earth they were her twelve brothers, whom
she had saved. They tore the fire asunder, extinguished the flames,
set their dear sister free, and kissed and embraced her. And now
as she dared to open her mouth and speak, she told the king why she
had been dumb, and had never laughed. The king rejoiced when
he heard that she was innocent, and they all lived in great unity
until their death. The wicked step-mother was taken before the
judge, and put into a barrel filled with boiling oil and venomous
snakes, and died an evil death.
Little brother took his little sister by the hand and said, since
our mother died we have had no happiness. Our step-mother
beats us every day, and if we come near her she kicks us away
with her foot. Our meals are the hard crusts of bread that are left
over. And the little dog under the table is better off, for she
often throws it a choice morsel. God pity us, if our mother only
knew. Come, we will go forth together into the wide world.

They walked the whole day over meadows, fields, and stony
places. And when it rained the little sister said, heaven and our
hearts are weeping together. In the evening they came to a large
forest, and they were so weary with sorrow and hunger and the
long walk, that they lay down in a hollow tree and fell asleep.
The next day when they awoke, the sun was already high in the
sky, and shone down hot into the tree. Then the brother said,
sister, I am thirsty. If I knew of a little brook I would go and
just take a drink. I think I hear one running. The brother got up
and took the little sister by the hand, and they set off to find
the brook. But the wicked step-mother was a witch, and had seen how
the two children had gone away, and had crept after them secretly,
as witches creep, and had bewitched all the brooks in the forest.

Now when they found a little brook leaping brightly over the
stones, the brother was going to drink out of it, but the sister
heard how it said as it ran, who drinks of me will be a tiger.
Who drinks of me will be a tiger. Then the sister cried, pray,
dear brother, do not drink, or you will become a wild beast, and
tear me to pieces. The brother did not drink, although he was so
thirsty, but said, I will wait for the next spring.

When they came to the next brook the sister heard this also say,
who drinks of me will be a wolf. Who drinks of me will be a wolf.
Then the sister cried out, pray, dear brother, do not drink,
or you will become a wolf, and devour me. The brother did not
drink, and said, I will wait until we come to the next spring, but
then I must drink, say what you like. For my thirst is too great.
And when they came to the third brook the sister heard how it
said as it ran, who drinks of me will be a roebuck. Who drinks
of me will be a roebuck. The sister said, oh, I pray you, dear
brother, do not drink, or you will become a roebuck, and run away
from me. But the brother had knelt down at once by the brook,
and had bent down and drunk some of the water, and as soon as
the first drops touched his lips he lay there in the form of a
young roebuck.

And now the sister wept over her poor bewitched brother, and
the little roe wept also, and sat sorrowfully near to her. But at
last the girl said, be quiet, dear little roe, I will never,
never leave you.

Then she untied her golden garter and put it round the roebuck's
neck, and she plucked rushes and wove them into a soft cord. This
she tied to the little animal and led it on, and she walked deeper
and deeper into the forest.

And when they had gone a very long way they came at last to a
little house, and the girl looked in. And as it was empty, she
thought, we can stay here and live. Then she sought for leaves
and moss to make a soft bed for the roe. And every morning she
went out and gathered roots and berries and nuts for herself, and
brought tender grass for the roe, who ate out of her hand, and was
content and played round about her. In the evening, when the sister
was tired, and had said her prayer, she laid her head upon the
roebuck's back - that was her pillow, and she slept softly on it.
And if only the brother had had his human form it would have been a
delightful life.
For some time they were alone like this in the wilderness. But
it happened that the king of the country held a great hunt in the
forest. Then the blasts of the horns, the barking of dogs and the
merry shouts of the huntsmen rang through the trees, and the roebuck
heard all, and was only too anxious to be there. Oh, said he,
to his sister, let me be off to the hunt, I cannot bear it any
longer, and he begged so much that at last she agreed. But, said
she to him, come back to me in the evening. I must shut my door for

lived happily together for a few years, the king's mother, who was

a wicked woman, began to slander the young queen, and said to

the king, this is a common beggar girl whom you have brought

back with you. Who knows what wicked tricks she practises secretly.

Even if she be dumb, and not able to speak, she still might

laugh for once. But those who do not laugh have bad consciences.

At first the king would not believe it, but the old woman urged this

so long, and accused her of so many evil things, that at last the

king let himself be persuaded and sentenced her to death.

And now a great fire was lighted in the courtyard in which she

was to be burnt, and the king stood above at the window and

looked on with tearful eyes, because he still loved her so much.

And when she was bound fast to the stake, and the fire was licking

at her clothes with its red tongue, the last instant of the seven

years expired. Then a whirring sound was heard in the air, and

twelve ravens came flying towards the place, and sank downwards, and

when they touched the earth they were her twelve brothers, whom

she had saved. They tore the fire asunder, extinguished the flames,

set their dear sister free, and kissed and embraced her. And now

as she dared to open her mouth and speak, she told the king why she

had been dumb, and had never laughed. The king rejoiced when

he heard that she was innocent, and they all lived in great unity

until their death. The wicked step-mother was taken before the

judge, and put into a barrel filled with boiling oil and venomous

snakes, and died an evil death.

Little brother took his little sister by the hand and said, since

our mother died we have had no happiness. Our step-mother

beats us every day, and if we come near her she kicks us away

with her foot. Our meals are the hard crusts of bread that are left

over. And the little dog under the table is better off, for she

often throws it a choice morsel. God pity us, if our mother only

knew. Come, we will go forth together into the wide world.

They walked the whole day over meadows, fields, and stony

places. And when it rained the little sister said, heaven and our

hearts are weeping together. In the evening they came to a large

forest, and they were so weary with sorrow and hunger and the

long walk, that they lay down in a hollow tree and fell asleep.

The next day when they awoke, the sun was already high in the

sky, and shone down hot into the tree. Then the brother said,

sister, I am thirsty. If I knew of a little brook I would go and

just take a drink. I think I hear one running. The brother got up

and took the little sister by the hand, and they set off to find

the brook. But the wicked step-mother was a witch, and had seen how

the two children had gone away, and had crept after them secretly,

as witches creep, and had bewitched all the brooks in the forest.

Now when they found a little brook leaping brightly over the

stones, the brother was going to drink out of it, but the sister

heard how it said as it ran, who drinks of me will be a tiger.

Who drinks of me will be a tiger. Then the sister cried, pray,

dear brother, do not drink, or you will become a wild beast, and

tear me to pieces. The brother did not drink, although he was so

thirsty, but said, I will wait for the next spring.

When they came to the next brook the sister heard this also say,

who drinks of me will be a wolf. Who drinks of me will be a wolf.

Then the sister cried out, pray, dear brother, do not drink,

or you will become a wolf, and devour me. The brother did not

drink, and said, I will wait until we come to the next spring, but

then I must drink, say what you like. For my thirst is too great.

And when they came to the third brook the sister heard how it

said as it ran, who drinks of me will be a roebuck. Who drinks

of me will be a roebuck. The sister said, oh, I pray you, dear

brother, do not drink, or you will become a roebuck, and run away

from me. But the brother had knelt down at once by the brook,

and had bent down and drunk some of the water, and as soon as

the first drops touched his lips he lay there in the form of a

young roebuck.

And now the sister wept over her poor bewitched brother, and

the little roe wept also, and sat sorrowfully near to her. But at

last the girl said, be quiet, dear little roe, I will never,

never leave you.

Then she untied her golden garter and put it round the roebuck's

neck, and she plucked rushes and wove them into a soft cord. This

she tied to the little animal and led it on, and she walked deeper

and deeper into the forest.

And when they had gone a very long way they came at last to a

little house, and the girl looked in. And as it was empty, she

thought, we can stay here and live. Then she sought for leaves

and moss to make a soft bed for the roe. And every morning she

went out and gathered roots and berries and nuts for herself, and

brought tender grass for the roe, who ate out of her hand, and was

content and played round about her. In the evening, when the sister

was tired, and had said her prayer, she laid her head upon the

roebuck's back - that was her pillow, and she slept softly on it.

And if only the brother had had his human form it would have been a

delightful life.

For some time they were alone like this in the wilderness. But

it happened that the king of the country held a great hunt in the

forest. Then the blasts of the horns, the barking of dogs and the

merry shouts of the huntsmen rang through the trees, and the roebuck

heard all, and was only too anxious to be there. Oh, said he,

to his sister, let me be off to the hunt, I cannot bear it any

longer, and he begged so much that at last she agreed. But, said

she to him, come back to me in the evening. I must shut my door for