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fear of the rough huntsmen, so knock and say, my little sister,
let me in, that I may know you. And if you do not say that, I
shall not open the door. Then the young roebuck sprang away. So
happy was he and so merry in the open air.
The king and the huntsmen saw the lovely animal, and started
after him, but they could not catch him, and when they thought
that they surely had him, away he sprang through the bushes and
vanished. When it was dark he ran to the cottage, knocked, and
said, my little sister, let me in. Then the door was opened for
him, and he jumped in, and rested himself the whole night through
upon his soft bed.
The next day the hunt began again, and when the roebuck once
more heard the bugle-horn, and the ho. Ho. Of the huntsmen, he
had no peace, but said, sister, let me out, I must be off. His
sister opened the door for him, and said, but you must be here again
in the evening and say your pass-word.
When the king and his huntsmen again saw the young roebuck
with the golden collar, they all chased him, but he was too quick
and nimble for them. This lasted the whole day, but by the evening
the huntsmen had surrounded him, and one of them wounded him
a little in the foot, so that he limped and ran slowly. Then a
hunter crept after him to the cottage and heard how he said, my
little sister, let me in, and saw that the door was opened for him,
and was shut again at once. The huntsman took notice of it all, and
went to the king and told him what he had seen and heard. Then
the king said, to-morrow we will hunt once more.
The little sister, however, was dreadfully frightened when she
saw that her fawn was hurt. She washed the blood off him, laid
herbs on the wound, and said, go to your bed, dear roe, that you
may get well again. But the wound was so slight that the roebuck,
next morning, did not feel it any more. And when he again heard
the sport outside, he said, I cannot bear it, I must be there.
They shall not find it so easy to catch me. The sister cried, and
said, this time they will kill you, and here am I alone in the
forest and forsaken by all the world. I will not let you out. Then
you will have me die of grief, answered the roe. When I hear the
bugle-horns I feel as if I must jump out of my skin. Then the
sister could not do otherwise, but opened the door for him with a
heavy heart, and the roebuck, full of health and joy, bounded into
the forest.
When the king saw him, he said to his huntsmen, now chase
him all day long till night-fall, but take care that no one does him
any harm.
As soon as the sun had set, the king said to the huntsman, now
come and show me the cottage in the wood. And when he was at
the door, he knocked and called out, dear little sister, let me in.
Then the door opened, and the king walked in, and there stood
a maiden more lovely than any he had ever seen. The maiden was
frightened when she saw, not her little roe, but a man come in who
wore a golden crown upon his head. But the king looked kindly
at her, stretched out his hand, and said, will you go with me to
my palace and be my dear wife. Yes, indeed, answered the
maiden, but the little roe must go with me, I cannot leave him.
The king said, it shall stay with you as long as you live, and
shall want nothing. Just then he came running in, and the sister
again tied him with the cord of rushes, took it in her own hand, and
went away with the king from the cottage.
The king took the lovely maiden upon his horse and carried
her to his palace, where the wedding was held with great pomp.
She was now the queen, and they lived for a long time happily
together. The roebuck was tended and cherished, and ran about in
the palace-garden.
But the wicked step-mother, because of whom the children had
gone out into the world, had never thought but that the sister had
been torn to pieces by the wild beasts in the wood, and that the
brother had been shot for a roebuck by the huntsmen. Now when
she heard that they were so happy, and so well off, envy and
jealousy rose in her heart and left her no peace, and she thought of
nothing but how she could bring them again to misfortune. Her own
daughter, who was ugly as night, and had only one eye, reproached
her and said, a queen. That ought to have been my luck. Just be
quiet, answered the old woman, and comforted her by saying,
when the time comes I shall be ready.
As time went on the queen had a pretty little boy, and it
happened that the king was out hunting. So the old witch took the
form of the chamber maid, went into the room where the queen
lay, and said to her, come the bath is ready. It will do you good,
and give you fresh strength. Make haste before it gets cold.
Her daughter also was close by. So they carried the weakly
queen into the bath-room, and put her into the bath. Then they
shut the door and ran away. But in the bath-room they had made
a fire of such hellish heat that the beautiful young queen was soon
suffocated.
When this was done the old woman took her daughter, put a
nightcap on her head, and laid her in bed in place of the queen.
She gave her too the shape and look of the queen, only she
could not make good the lost eye. But in order that the king might
not see it, she was to lie on the side on which she had no eye.
In the evening when he came home and heard that he had a son
he was heartily glad, and was going to the bed of his dear wife to
see how she was. But the old woman quickly called out, for your
life leave the curtains closed. The queen ought not to see the
light yet, and must have rest. The king went away, and did not find
out that a false queen was lying in the bed.
But at midnight, when all slept, the nurse, who was sitting in the
nursery by the cradle, and who was the only person awake, saw
the door open and the true queen walk in. She took the child out
of the cradle, laid it on her arm, and suckled it. Then she shook
up its pillow, laid the child down again, and covered it with the
little quilt. And she did not forget the roebuck, but went into the

fear of the rough huntsmen, so knock and say, my little sister,

let me in, that I may know you. And if you do not say that, I

shall not open the door. Then the young roebuck sprang away. So

happy was he and so merry in the open air.

The king and the huntsmen saw the lovely animal, and started

after him, but they could not catch him, and when they thought

that they surely had him, away he sprang through the bushes and

vanished. When it was dark he ran to the cottage, knocked, and

said, my little sister, let me in. Then the door was opened for

him, and he jumped in, and rested himself the whole night through

upon his soft bed.

The next day the hunt began again, and when the roebuck once

more heard the bugle-horn, and the ho. Ho. Of the huntsmen, he

had no peace, but said, sister, let me out, I must be off. His

sister opened the door for him, and said, but you must be here again

in the evening and say your pass-word.

When the king and his huntsmen again saw the young roebuck

with the golden collar, they all chased him, but he was too quick

and nimble for them. This lasted the whole day, but by the evening

the huntsmen had surrounded him, and one of them wounded him

a little in the foot, so that he limped and ran slowly. Then a

hunter crept after him to the cottage and heard how he said, my

little sister, let me in, and saw that the door was opened for him,

and was shut again at once. The huntsman took notice of it all, and

went to the king and told him what he had seen and heard. Then

the king said, to-morrow we will hunt once more.

The little sister, however, was dreadfully frightened when she

saw that her fawn was hurt. She washed the blood off him, laid

herbs on the wound, and said, go to your bed, dear roe, that you

may get well again. But the wound was so slight that the roebuck,

next morning, did not feel it any more. And when he again heard

the sport outside, he said, I cannot bear it, I must be there.

They shall not find it so easy to catch me. The sister cried, and

said, this time they will kill you, and here am I alone in the

forest and forsaken by all the world. I will not let you out. Then

you will have me die of grief, answered the roe. When I hear the

bugle-horns I feel as if I must jump out of my skin. Then the

sister could not do otherwise, but opened the door for him with a

heavy heart, and the roebuck, full of health and joy, bounded into

the forest.

When the king saw him, he said to his huntsmen, now chase

him all day long till night-fall, but take care that no one does him

any harm.

As soon as the sun had set, the king said to the huntsman, now

come and show me the cottage in the wood. And when he was at

the door, he knocked and called out, dear little sister, let me in.

Then the door opened, and the king walked in, and there stood

a maiden more lovely than any he had ever seen. The maiden was

frightened when she saw, not her little roe, but a man come in who

wore a golden crown upon his head. But the king looked kindly

at her, stretched out his hand, and said, will you go with me to

my palace and be my dear wife. Yes, indeed, answered the

maiden, but the little roe must go with me, I cannot leave him.

The king said, it shall stay with you as long as you live, and

shall want nothing. Just then he came running in, and the sister

again tied him with the cord of rushes, took it in her own hand, and

went away with the king from the cottage.

The king took the lovely maiden upon his horse and carried

her to his palace, where the wedding was held with great pomp.

She was now the queen, and they lived for a long time happily

together. The roebuck was tended and cherished, and ran about in

the palace-garden.

But the wicked step-mother, because of whom the children had

gone out into the world, had never thought but that the sister had

been torn to pieces by the wild beasts in the wood, and that the

brother had been shot for a roebuck by the huntsmen. Now when

she heard that they were so happy, and so well off, envy and

jealousy rose in her heart and left her no peace, and she thought of

nothing but how she could bring them again to misfortune. Her own

daughter, who was ugly as night, and had only one eye, reproached

her and said, a queen. That ought to have been my luck. Just be

quiet, answered the old woman, and comforted her by saying,

when the time comes I shall be ready.

As time went on the queen had a pretty little boy, and it

happened that the king was out hunting. So the old witch took the

form of the chamber maid, went into the room where the queen

lay, and said to her, come the bath is ready. It will do you good,

and give you fresh strength. Make haste before it gets cold.

Her daughter also was close by. So they carried the weakly

queen into the bath-room, and put her into the bath. Then they

shut the door and ran away. But in the bath-room they had made

a fire of such hellish heat that the beautiful young queen was soon

suffocated.

When this was done the old woman took her daughter, put a

nightcap on her head, and laid her in bed in place of the queen.

She gave her too the shape and look of the queen, only she

could not make good the lost eye. But in order that the king might

not see it, she was to lie on the side on which she had no eye.

In the evening when he came home and heard that he had a son

he was heartily glad, and was going to the bed of his dear wife to

see how she was. But the old woman quickly called out, for your

life leave the curtains closed. The queen ought not to see the

light yet, and must have rest. The king went away, and did not find

out that a false queen was lying in the bed.

But at midnight, when all slept, the nurse, who was sitting in the

nursery by the cradle, and who was the only person awake, saw

the door open and the true queen walk in. She took the child out

of the cradle, laid it on her arm, and suckled it. Then she shook

up its pillow, laid the child down again, and covered it with the

little quilt. And she did not forget the roebuck, but went into the