For a very long time a man his wife had wanted a child, but
in vain. At least the woman geban to hope that God was going to grant her
dearest wish.
Now
there was a tiny window at the back of their house, from which they could see a
splendid garden, full of the rarest flowers and the strangest herbs. But this
lovely garden was surrounded by a high wall, and no one dated to go in. It
belonged to an old lady who was a powerful witch, and everyone feared her.
One day
the women was standing at her window, looking down into the garden below, and
she saw a new bed of the most beautiful green herbs. They looked so fresh and
appetizing that she felt a great longing to taste them. As the days went by she
longed more and more for the bright green herbs, and when she realized that she
would never taste them, she grew pale and wretched and waste away.
Her
husband was frightened and asked, “What is the matter, dear wife?”
“Alas,” she replied, “if I do not have some of those lovely
green herbs from the garden behind our house, I am sure I shall die!”
The man
was in despair, for he loved his wife dearly, and he made up his mind to fetch
some herbs, no matter what the cost. When night began to fall he climbed the
high wall into the witch’s garden, plucked a handful of herbs, and took them to
his wife. She was delighted and immediately made them into a salad, which she
ate with great appetite.
But she enjoyed them so much that
the next day she wanted to herbs more than ever, and she gave her husband no
peace until he climbed the wall a second time. No sooner had be dropped down on
the other side than he found himself face to face with the witch.
“How
dare you come into my garden and steal my plants,” she said, aher eyes flashing
in anger. “I’ll see that you pay dearly for this!”
“Alas!”
he replied in terror. “Please forgive me this time. My need was great, for my
wife would have died without your herbs.”
“Very
well,” said the witch. “If it is as you say, you may take all of herbs you
want, but on one condition: I must have your baby, as soon as it is born. I
shall be a good mother to it and take great care of it.”
In this
fear the man agreed to everything. When the baby was born the witch appeared
immediately, called the child Rapunzel after the name of the herbs the mother
had eaten, and took it away with her.
Rapunzel
grew into the most beautiful child under the sun, When she was twelve, the
witch shut her up at the top a high tower which lay deep in the forest and her
neither door nor stairs, only a tiny window right at the top. Whenever the
witch wanted to enter the tower, she would call up from below, “Rapunzel,
Rapunzel, let down your hair!”
Rapunzel
had beautiful long hair, as fine as spun gold. When she heard the witch call
her, she would unbraid her hair, make it fast round the window latch, and then
let it tumble down to the witch, who would climb up to her.
The
years passed by, until one day the king’s son came riding through the wood near
the tower. As he rode he heard the most beautiful singing. He stopped and
listened, enchanted. It was Rapunzel, who was whiling away her lonely hours by
singing in her sweet, soft voice. The king’s son wanted to climb up to her and
searched for the door of the tower, but there was none to be found. He rode
home, but the singing had so moved his heart that day after day he rode to the
wood to listen.
One
day, as he stood hidden behind a tree, he saw the witch arrive, and heard her
call, “Rapunzel, Rapunzel let down your hair!” Rapunzel let down her beautiful
long tresses, and the witch climbed up.
“If
that is the ladder one must use, then I will try my luck,” murmured the king’s
son to himself. And the following day at dusk he went to the tower, and called,
“Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair!” At once the long tresses came
rippling down to him, and the king’s son began to climb.
At
first Rapunzel was frightened when she saw a young man climbing into her room,
but the king;s son gently explained how her beautiful singing had so entranced
him that he could find no peace until he had seen her for himself.
Soon
Rapunzel lost her fear, and when a young and handsome king’s son asked her to
his wife she thought, “ He will love me better than the old woman.” So she laid
her hand in his, and said, “Yes, I will marry you and go with you gladly, but
now am I to climb down the tower? Each time you come here you must bring me a
silken cord, and I will make a ladder with it. When it is finished I shall
climb down, and you shall take me away on your horse.”
They
agreed that he would come every evening until the ladder was ready, for the old
woman came by day. The witch knew nothing of what was going on until one day
Rapunzel asked her, “Why are you so much heavier to pull up than the young
prince? He is with me in a twinkling.”
“You
wicked child!” cried the witch. “What is this hear? I thought I had kept you
well hidden from the whole world, and yet you have deceived me!”
In her
anger she seized Rapunzel’s beautiful hair took her scissors and – snip, snap –
cut it off. There on the floor lay the lovely golden tresses. The old witch was
angry and merciless, and left her there to live in wretchedness and misery.
As dusk
was falling that evening, the witch returned from the wilderness to the tower,
where she had fastened Rapunzel’s long hair to the window latch. When the young
prince stood below and called, “Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair!” – she
lowered the hair to him. He climbed up, but when he reached the top he found
not his dearest Rapunzel, but the witch, who glared at him with baleful eyes.
“So,”
she cried scornfully, “you have come to find your lady-love! But the cat has taken
your sweet little singing-bird from the nest, and is waiting to catch you too!
You will never see Rapunzel again. For you she is as good as lost.”
The
grief of the king’s son was so great that he could not bear it, and in despair
he leaped from the window. He escaped with his life, but the thorn bushes in
which he landed blinded him. He wandered to eat, lamenting and weeping over the
loss of his dear bride.
He
roamed the world for some years in great misery, and eventually came to the
wilderness where Rapunzel lived. He heard the dear, familiar voice, and
hastened towards it. As he approached, Rapunzel recognized him and fell on his
neck, weeping. Two of her tears dropped on to his eyelids. At once his eyes
became clear and he could see as perfectly as ever.
He took
her back to his kingdom, where he was welcomed with great joy, and they lived
happily and contentedly for many, many years.
To be continued...............