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So now the wretch went for the third time to the house-door, knocked
at it and said, open the door for me, children, your dear little
mother has come home, and has brought every one of you something back
from the forest with her. The little kids cried, first show us your
paws that we may know if you are our dear little mother. Then he put
his paws in through the window, and when the kids saw that they were
white, they believed that all he said was true, and opened the door.
But who should come in but the wolf they were terrified and wanted to
hide themselves. One sprang under the table, the second into the
bed, the third into the stove, the fourth into the kitchen, the fifth
into the cupboard, the sixth under the washing-bowl, and the seventh
into the clock-case. But the wolf found them all, and used no great
ceremony, one after the other he swallowed them down his throat. The
youngest, who was in the clock-case, was the only one he did not
find. When the wolf had satisfied his appetite he took himself off,
laid himself down under a tree in the green meadow outside, and began
to sleep. Soon afterwards the old goat came home again from the
forest. Ah. What a sight she saw there. The house-door stood wide
open. The table, chairs, and benches were thrown down, the
washing-bowl lay broken to pieces, and the quilts and pillows were
pulled off the bed. She sought her children, but they were nowhere
to be found. She called them one after another by name, but no one
answered. At last, when she caame to the youngest, a soft voice
cried, dear mother, I am in the clock-case. She took the kid out,
and it told her that the wolf had come and had eaten all the others.
Then you may imagine how she wept over her poor children.

At length in her grief she went out, and the youngest kid ran with
her. When they came to the meadow, there lay the wolf by the tree
and snored so loud that the branches shook. She looked at him on
every side and saw that something was moving and struggling in his
gorged belly. Ah, heavens, she said, is it possible that my poor
children whom he has swallowed down for his supper, can be still
alive. Then the kid had to run home and fetch scissors, and a needle
and thread and the goat cut open the monster's stomach, and hardly
had she make one cut, than one little kid thrust its head out, and
when she cut farther, all six sprang out one after another, and were
all still alive, and had suffered no injury whatever, for in his
greediness the monster had swallowed them down whole. What rejoicing
there was. They embraced their dear mother, and jumped like a sailor
at his wedding. The mother, however, said, now go and look for some
big stones, and we will fill the wicked beast's stomach with them
while he is still asleep. Then the seven kids dragged the stones
thither with all speed, and put as many of them into his stomach as
they could get in, and the mother sewed him up again in the greatest
haste, so that he was not aware of anything and never once stirred.

When the wolf at length had had his fill of sleep, he got on his
legs, and as the stones in his stomach made him very thirsty, he
wanted to go to a well to drink. But when he began to walk and move
about, the stones in his stomach knocked against each other and
rattled. Then cried he, what rumbles and tumbles against my poor
bones. I thought 'twas six kids, but it feels like big stones. And
when he got to the well and stooped over the water to drink, the
heavy stones made him fall in, and he had to drown miserably. When
the seven kids saw that, they came running to the spot and cried
aloud, the wolf is dead. The wolf is dead, and danced for joy round
about the well with their mother.
There was once upon a time an old king who was ill and thought to
himself 'I am lying on what must be my deathbed.' Then said he 'tell
faithful John to come to me.' Faithful John was his favorite servant,
and was so called, because he had for his whole life long been so
true to him. When therefore he came beside the bed, the king said to
him 'most faithful John, I feel my end approaching, and have no
anxiety except about my son. He is still of tender age, and cannot
always know how to guide himself. If you do not promise me to teach
him everything that he ought to know, and to be his foster-father, I
cannot close my eyes in peace.' Then answered faithful John 'I will
not forsake him, and will serve him with fidelity, even if it should
cost me my life.' At this, the old king said 'now I die in comfort
and peace.' Then he added 'after my death, you shall show him the
whole castle - all the chambers, halls, and vaults, and all the
treasures which lie therein, but the last chamber in the long
gallery, in which is the picture of the princess of the golden
dwelling, shall you not show. If he sees that picture, he will fall
violently in love with her, and will drop down in a swoon, and go
through great danger for her sake, therefore you must protect him
from that.' And when faithful John had once more given his promise to
the old king about this, the king said no more, but laid his head on
his pillow, and died.

When the old king had been carried to his grave, faithful John told
the young king all that he had promised his father on his deathbed,
and said 'this will I assuredly keep, and will be faithful to you as
I have been faithful to him, even if it should cost me my life.' When
the mourning was over, faithful John said to him 'it is now time that
you should see your inheritance. I will show you your father's
palace.' Then he took him about everywhere, up and down, and let him
see all the riches, and the magnificent apartments, only there was
one room which he did not open, that in which hung the dangerous
picture. The picture, however, was so placed that when the door was
opened you looked straight on it, and it was so admirably painted
that it seemed to breathe and live, and there was nothing more
charming or more beautiful in the whole world. The young king
noticed, however, that faithful John always walked past this one
door, and said 'why do you never open this one for me.' 'There is
something within it, he replied, 'which would terrify you.' But the
king answered 'I have seen all the palace, and I want to know what is
in this room also, and he went and tried to break open the door by

So now the wretch went for the third time to the house-door, knocked

at it and said, open the door for me, children, your dear little

mother has come home, and has brought every one of you something back

from the forest with her. The little kids cried, first show us your

paws that we may know if you are our dear little mother. Then he put

his paws in through the window, and when the kids saw that they were

white, they believed that all he said was true, and opened the door.

But who should come in but the wolf they were terrified and wanted to

hide themselves. One sprang under the table, the second into the

bed, the third into the stove, the fourth into the kitchen, the fifth

into the cupboard, the sixth under the washing-bowl, and the seventh

into the clock-case. But the wolf found them all, and used no great

ceremony, one after the other he swallowed them down his throat. The

youngest, who was in the clock-case, was the only one he did not

find. When the wolf had satisfied his appetite he took himself off,

laid himself down under a tree in the green meadow outside, and began

to sleep. Soon afterwards the old goat came home again from the

forest. Ah. What a sight she saw there. The house-door stood wide

open. The table, chairs, and benches were thrown down, the

washing-bowl lay broken to pieces, and the quilts and pillows were

pulled off the bed. She sought her children, but they were nowhere

to be found. She called them one after another by name, but no one

answered. At last, when she caame to the youngest, a soft voice

cried, dear mother, I am in the clock-case. She took the kid out,

and it told her that the wolf had come and had eaten all the others.

Then you may imagine how she wept over her poor children.

At length in her grief she went out, and the youngest kid ran with

her. When they came to the meadow, there lay the wolf by the tree

and snored so loud that the branches shook. She looked at him on

every side and saw that something was moving and struggling in his

gorged belly. Ah, heavens, she said, is it possible that my poor

children whom he has swallowed down for his supper, can be still

alive. Then the kid had to run home and fetch scissors, and a needle

and thread and the goat cut open the monster's stomach, and hardly

had she make one cut, than one little kid thrust its head out, and

when she cut farther, all six sprang out one after another, and were

all still alive, and had suffered no injury whatever, for in his

greediness the monster had swallowed them down whole. What rejoicing

there was. They embraced their dear mother, and jumped like a sailor

at his wedding. The mother, however, said, now go and look for some

big stones, and we will fill the wicked beast's stomach with them

while he is still asleep. Then the seven kids dragged the stones

thither with all speed, and put as many of them into his stomach as

they could get in, and the mother sewed him up again in the greatest

haste, so that he was not aware of anything and never once stirred.

When the wolf at length had had his fill of sleep, he got on his

legs, and as the stones in his stomach made him very thirsty, he

wanted to go to a well to drink. But when he began to walk and move

about, the stones in his stomach knocked against each other and

rattled. Then cried he, what rumbles and tumbles against my poor

bones. I thought 'twas six kids, but it feels like big stones. And

when he got to the well and stooped over the water to drink, the

heavy stones made him fall in, and he had to drown miserably. When

the seven kids saw that, they came running to the spot and cried

aloud, the wolf is dead. The wolf is dead, and danced for joy round

about the well with their mother.

There was once upon a time an old king who was ill and thought to

himself 'I am lying on what must be my deathbed.' Then said he 'tell

faithful John to come to me.' Faithful John was his favorite servant,

and was so called, because he had for his whole life long been so

true to him. When therefore he came beside the bed, the king said to

him 'most faithful John, I feel my end approaching, and have no

anxiety except about my son. He is still of tender age, and cannot

always know how to guide himself. If you do not promise me to teach

him everything that he ought to know, and to be his foster-father, I

cannot close my eyes in peace.' Then answered faithful John 'I will

not forsake him, and will serve him with fidelity, even if it should

cost me my life.' At this, the old king said 'now I die in comfort

and peace.' Then he added 'after my death, you shall show him the

whole castle - all the chambers, halls, and vaults, and all the

treasures which lie therein, but the last chamber in the long

gallery, in which is the picture of the princess of the golden

dwelling, shall you not show. If he sees that picture, he will fall

violently in love with her, and will drop down in a swoon, and go

through great danger for her sake, therefore you must protect him

from that.' And when faithful John had once more given his promise to

the old king about this, the king said no more, but laid his head on

his pillow, and died.

When the old king had been carried to his grave, faithful John told

the young king all that he had promised his father on his deathbed,

and said 'this will I assuredly keep, and will be faithful to you as

I have been faithful to him, even if it should cost me my life.' When

the mourning was over, faithful John said to him 'it is now time that

you should see your inheritance. I will show you your father's

palace.' Then he took him about everywhere, up and down, and let him

see all the riches, and the magnificent apartments, only there was

one room which he did not open, that in which hung the dangerous

picture. The picture, however, was so placed that when the door was

opened you looked straight on it, and it was so admirably painted

that it seemed to breathe and live, and there was nothing more

charming or more beautiful in the whole world. The young king

noticed, however, that faithful John always walked past this one

door, and said 'why do you never open this one for me.' 'There is

something within it, he replied, 'which would terrify you.' But the

king answered 'I have seen all the palace, and I want to know what is

in this room also, and he went and tried to break open the door by