The Golden Lantern, The Golden Goat, And The Golden Fur

Once there was a poor widow who had three sons. The two oldest went out to work, to earn a living. They were still at home little use; because they rarely did their mother's will, whatever she was said. But the youngest boy always stayed in the house and helped the old one the widow in her doings. Through this he was much loved by his mother; but disliked by his brothers, who secretly gave him the nickname ~Pinkel~.
One day the old widow said to her sons: "Now you have to give yourselves away." in the world and try your luck, best J kunnen. I am no longer in power give birth here at home, after J has come of age.» The boys replied, that they didn't want anything better, since it was their mother against them stopped qvar. They then got ready and set out on their way, and wandered about for a while, without being able to obtain any service.
After they had traveled a long time, late one evening they came to a large lake. Far out in the lake was an island, on which was seen a bright light, as of fire. The boys stopped at the beach and watched the strange light, as well judged from this that there must be people there. As it already was dark, and the brothers did not know where they would find shelter at night, they decided between taking a boat, which was standing in the reeds, and going over to the island to borrow a house. With such intention they got into the boat, and rowed across the bay. When they now approached the island, they became a small one cottage, which was on the lake shore. The boys went there and noticed that the beautiful light that shone over the valley came from a golden lantern, who stood at the door of the house. In the yard outside, a large buck wandered along golden horns, to which small bells were attached, which gave a fager sound, when the animal moved. The brothers wondered much about all this, but older than the old woman who lived in the house with her daughter. The lady was both old and suffering, but she was magnificently dressed in a fur or coat, so strangely crocheted with golden threads, that it shone as clear the gold in every case. The boys could now well understand that they had not come to any ordinary human being, but to a Troll or Sjö-rå.
After some discussion, the brothers went in, and saw the lady everywhere stood by the fireplace stirring a large pot with a ladle, which was boiling over the air. They presented their case, and were asked to stay over there the night. But the lady answered this no, and showed them to one kungsgård, which was on the other side of the lake. As she now spoke, she saw sharply at the youngest boy, where he stood and let his eyes playfully play everywhere in the cabin. The girl asked: "What is your name, my lad?" The boy answered quickly: 'my name is ~Pinkel~.' The troll said: »your brothers can draw his cow, but you must bid here, for you look very sleazy to me, and Hugen tells me that I cannot expect anything good from you, if you otherwise will linger long at the king's court.» Pinkel now prayed humbly to be allowed to move away with his siblings, and promised never to hurt the lady something mehn or illegal. At last he too was given leave to go his way, after which the brothers hastily betook themselves to their boat and traveled over the lake, very happy that all three have escaped this adventure.
Towards morning the boys came to a royal farm, which was larger and more glorious than they had ever seen before. The brothers went in and requested service. The two oldest then became stable servants with the king, and that the youngest received the service of being a little journeyman to the young king's son. But as Pinkel was both quick-witted and quick-witted, he soon won great favor with all, and increased every day in the king's favor. At this his was resented brothers, and could suffer badly that he was preferred to them. Finally went they consulted with each other, how they would find their youngest brother case, and meant, that after that day their own happiness would be promoted better than the added ones.
The two oldest brothers went before the king one day, and told widely raised about the fair lantern, which shone over water and land. They said, that it was bad for a king to miss such a precious treasure. When the king heard this speech, he became attentive and asked: "where is it?" that lantern and who can get it for me?” The brothers replied: "No one can." do, except our brother Pinkel; he also knows best where the lantern is." Now the king had a great desire to possess the golden lantern, of which he had heard be told, and had the Hungarian friend called. When Pinkel came, the king said: »if you can get me the beautiful golden lantern that shines over water and country, I want to make you the best man in all my court." The servant promised to do his best to carry out his master's bidding. Then praised the king his readiness; but the brothers rejoiced in their minds; because they well knew that it was a big piece of dare, which was unlikely to go well expire.
Pinkel gets himself a now small boat, and rows profitably across the bay to the island, where the troll lady lived. When he arrived it was evening, and the old woman busied herself cooking qvellsgröt, as was her custom. The journeyman crawled slowly up onto the roof, throwing every now and then a handful of salt through the smoke trap, so that it fell into the pot, which was boiling over the earl. When the porridge was ready and the lady wanted to eat, she could not understand why it has become so salty and bitter. The troll now became a lot disappointed and banned his daughter, thinking that she had salted the food too strong. But no matter how she had to dilute the porridge, it still could not to be eaten, it was so bitter. Then the queen ordered her daughter to go away to the spring, which was below the hill, and fetch water to make new porridge. Mön answered: »how can I go to the source? It's so dark out there, that I can't find my way over the hill." 'Then take my gold lantern!' retorted the lady grumpily. The girl took the beautiful gold lantern that was standing in the hall, and run quickly away to fetch water. But at hon leaned over the spring to lift the bucket, Pinkel was not late, grabbed the girl by the feet, and threw her headlong into the water. After that he took the golden lantern, and hastily set off for his boat.
Meanwhile, the lady began to wonder why her daughter was taking so long away. At the same time she looked out through the wind-eye, and noticed where the lantern glimmered far out on the lake. Then the troll got upset, run he went to the shore and shouted: »is that you Pinkel?» Svennen retorted: 'yes, is it so, Mother little one!' The fellow said: "Have you taken my lantern?" Pinkel replied: 'yes, I have, Mother little one!' The troll retorted: 'aren't you a big shame?” The boy replied: 'Well, I'm like that, Little Mother!' Now the lady began to complain and whine. She said: »alas! what a fool I was who let you go from me; I could have thought that you would play me some streak. But if you come here again, you will never escape the curse." -- There it remained.
Pinkel now returned to the royal court and became the supreme man of the whole the court, as the king had promised. But when the brothers sensed what luck and success he had achieved in his enterprise, they became even more envious and embittered more than before, and consulted diligently with each other they would overthrow their youngest brother, and themselves win the king's favor.
The two brothers therefore again went before the king, and began spoke highly of the beautiful buck, who had horns of the clearest gold, and in addition small gold bells attached to the horns, so that it rang faintly every time the animal moved. The brothers said it was bad for one such a rich king, to lack such a precious grip. When the king heard this speech, he became attentive and asked: »where is that goat, and who can get it for me?” The brothers answered: "No one can do that, except our brother Pinkel, he also knows best where the goat is to be found». Then the king felt a fierce desire to possess the buck with the golden horns, and therefore had the Hungarian friend called before him. When Pinkel came, the king said: "Your brothers have told me about a fair buck that has horns like that clearest gold, and small bells attached to the horns, so that it rings every time the animal moves. Now my will is that you go away and get me that buck; but if your enterprise succeeds, I will do you to lord over a third of my kingdom.» The journeyman obeyed this spoke and promised to carry out his master's business, if otherwise luck would be favorable to him. Then the king praised his readiness; but the brothers was glad in his heart, and thought that Pinkel would not escape this time, like the last one.
Pinkel now got ready and sailed in his boat across the bay to the island, where the sorceress lived. When he arrived, it was evening and already dark, so that no one could perceive him; for the golden lantern was no longer there, but shone in the king's court. The boy passed now for a long time with himself, how he would get the golden goat; but such was not easy, for the goat lay every night in the maiden's own cabin. At last it occurred to the journeyman that he might well try a means, which adventurers should succeed, although it seemed to him difficult.
About qevening, when the lady and her daughter were going to bed, passed the girl to close the door as was her custom. But Pinkel was outside lurking, and unnoticed put a shutter behind the door, so that it did not want go again. The girl now stood for a long time and tried to lock it, but it refused not succeed. When the lady noticed this, she thought something had come illegally, and shouted that the door must be left unopened overnight, until The day became bright, when you could see what was missing. The girl asked saw the door ajar, and went to sleep. But when it suffered until night, and everyone was fast asleep, the boy crept slowly into the cabin and crept up to the trestle, where he lay and stretched before the fire. Pinkel now took wool and put in all the gold bells, at that their sound not to betray him, then seized the golden goat and carried him to his boat. When he then came out on the lake, he removed the wool, whereupon the buck moved so that it sounded loudly. Then the sorceress woke up his sleep, and distinguished the beautiful sound of the bells. She ran then he to the edge of the beach and shouted angrily: "Is that you Pinkel?" The boy answered: 'yes, is it so, mother little one!' The lady said: »have you stolen mine golden buck?» The svennen retorted: 'yes, have I done so, mother little one!' The troll retorted: "aren't you a great scoundrel?" Pinkel replied: 'yes, I am, mother little one.' Now the lady began to argue and complain. She said: »alas! what i was a fool who let you go from me. I could think, you would play me some trick. But if you ever come here again, you should never escape the curse.”
Pinkel now returned to the royal court, and received a third of the kingdom rule over, as the king had promised. But when the brothers found out how everything had ended, and in addition the fair lantern and the goat were seen with them the golden horns, which were praised by all for great rarities, they became even more hateful and resentful of his younger brother. They thought now not so much about anything as how they could prepare his mishap and doom.
The two journeymen went again one day before the king, and spoke at length broad about the skin-fur of the goblin-lady, which shone like the reddest gold, and was sewn with golden threads in every single hem. The brothers said, it was settled better a queen than a wizard pack to own such preciousness, and meant that it alone was still caught in the king's happiness. When the king heard all this, he became very thoughtful and asked: »where is it the fur, and who can get it for me?” The brothers replied: 'no one can do, except our brother Pinkel; he also knows best where the golden fur is to find.' Then the king had a great desire to own the beautiful fur, and had the Hungarian friend called in for him. When Pinkel came, the king said: »I have long sensed that your hug is for my young daughter. Now have yours brothers told me about a fair skin-fur that shines with red gold in it where only hem. Therefore, my will is that you go and get me that fur, but if your venture succeeds, I want to make you mine father-in-law, and you shall inherit the kingdom after me.» When the journeyman heard this, he was very happy, and promised to win the young man's wife or to take his life. Then the king praised his speed; but the brothers rejoiced in their falsehood mind, and thought that that journey would probably be their brother's bane.
Pinkel then got into his boat, and traveled across the bay to the island where the troll pack lived. Along the way, he transferred diligently himself, how he could obtain the maiden's golden fur; but it seemed him unlikely that his case would go well, because of the troll always wore fur. When he had now settled many propositions, that one more adventurous than the other, it finally occurred to him that he could well try a means that would probably succeed, although it was bold and boldly.
The boy then tied a bag under his clothes, and walked with fearful steps and humble burdens into the maiden's cottage. When the troll noticed him, she gave him sharp glances, and asked: "is that you Pinkel?" The journeyman retorted: 'yes but, is that so, mother little one!' Then the lady was happy, and said: "After you have come into my power yourself, you will surely not know how." think of getting out of here too, after you played me so many tricks.» She now took out a large knife, and prepared to kill Pinkel. But when the journeyman saw this, he stood up very frightened, and said: "After even if I am going to die, it seems to me that I myself could choose the manner of death. I'd rather eat white porridge to death than be slaughtered with a knife." The fellow thought to himself that the boy had chosen a bad choice, and therefore promised to comply with his request. She now set a large pot over the fire, and cooked a considerable quantity of porridge. When the establishment was ready, it was set before Pinkel for him to eat; but for each once he put a spoonful of porridge in his mouth, he poured two spoonfuls of porridge into the bag, which was attached under the clothes. At last the lady began to wonder, that Pinkel could eat so much; but right as it was, the journeyman pretended to be badly ill, sank down from the chair as if he had been dead, and stung thereby unmarked a hole in his bag, so that the porridge ran over the golf wheat.
The troll now thought that Pinkel had burst from the much porridge. She stayed therefore very glad, clasped his hands, and ran away to seek his daughter, who went out to the spring. But as there was rain and storm, before that, the wizard pack took off its beautiful skin-fur, and put it away himself in the cabin. However, the woman had not made it far before the boy came back to life, sprang up like lightning, embraced the golden fur, and hastily set out on his journey.
After a while the lady noticed Pinkel, where he was riding in his little one Boat. When she now saw him alive again, and moreover the golden noticed fur, which shone over the lake, she became very angry, and ran far out on the shore. The troll called out: "Is that you Pinkel?" Svennen retorted: 'yes but, is it so, mother little one!' The lady said: "Have you taken my fair one?" gold-fur?” Pinkel replied: 'yes, I did, mother little one!' The troll retorted: "aren't you a big rascal?" Svennen retorted: 'Well, am I so, mother little one!' Now the troll pack became uneasy, and began to quarrel and cheer up. She spoke: »alas! what a fool I was to let you go away. I could well imagine that you would play me many mean tricks.» Thus they were separated from each other.
The troll-woman now returned to her cabin; but Pinkel went across the bay, and came home happily to the king's court. He then left the golden one the fur, and it seemed to all, that no one had ever seen or heard a more precious treasure is mentioned. But the king faithfully kept his word against the Hungarian friend, and gave him her only daughter in marriage. Then was Pinkel happy and content all day long. But his brothers were and remained stable journeymen, as long as they lived.