Go on
your way now, but in a little while you will come to a tree, whereon
nine birds are sitting which have a cloak in their claws, and are
plucking at it; take your gun and shoot into the midst of them, they
will let the cloak fall down to you, but one of the birds will be hurt,
and will drop down dead. Carry away the cloak, it is a wishing-cloak;
when you throw it over your shoulders, you only have to wish to be in a
certain place, and you will be there in the twinkling of an eye. Take
out the heart of the dead bird and swallow it whole, and every morning
early, when you get up, you will find a gold piece under your pillow.”
The huntsman thanked the wise woman, and thought to himself, “Those are
fine things that she has promised me, if all does but come true.” And
verily when he had walked about a hundred paces, he heard in the
branches above him such a screaming and twittering that he looked up
and saw there a crowd of birds who were tearing a piece of cloth about
with their beaks and claws, and tugging and fighting as if each wanted
to have it all to himself. “Well,” said the huntsman, “this is
wonderful, it has really come to pass just as the old wife foretold!”
and he took the gun from his shoulder, aimed and fired right into the
midst of them, so that the feathers flew about. The birds instantly
took to flight with loud outcries, but one dropped down dead, and the
cloak fell at the same time. Then the huntsman did as the old woman had
directed him, cut open the bird, sought the heart, swallowed it down,
and took the cloak home with him. Next morning, when he awoke, the promise occurred to him, and he wished
to see if it also had been fulfilled. When he lifted up the pillow, the
gold piece shone in his eyes, and next day he found another, and so it
went on, every time he got up. He gathered together a heap of gold, but
at last he thought, “Of what use is all my gold to me if I stay at
home? I will go forth and see the world.”

He then took leave of his parents, buckled on his huntsman’s pouch and
gun, and went out into the world. It came to pass, that one day he
travelled through a dense forest, and when he came to the end of it, in
the plain before him stood a fine castle. An old woman was standing
with a wonderfully beautiful maiden, looking out of one of the windows. The old woman, however, was a witch and said to the maiden, “There
comes one out of the forest, who has a wonderful treasure in his body,
we must filch it from him, my dear daughter, it is more suitable for us
than for him. He has a bird’s heart about him, by means of which a gold
piece lies every morning under his pillow.” She told her what she was
to do to get it, and what part she had to play, and finally threatened
her, and said with angry eyes, “And if you do not attend to what I say,
it will be the worse for you.” Now when the huntsman came nearer he
descried the maiden, and said to himself, “I have travelled about for
such a long time, I will take a rest for once, and enter that beautiful
castle. I have certainly money enough.” Nevertheless, the real reason
was that he had caught sight of the pretty girl. He entered the house, and was well received and courteously
entertained. Before long he was so much in love with the young witch
that he no longer thought of anything else, and only saw things as she
saw them, and did what she desired. The old woman then said, “Now we
must have the bird’s heart, he will never miss it.” She prepared a
drink, and when it was ready, poured it into a cup and gave it to the
maiden, who was to present it to the huntsman. She did so, saying,
“Now, my dearest, drink to me.” So he took the cup, and when he had
swallowed the draught, he brought up the heart of the bird. The girl
had to take it away secretly and swallow it herself, for the old woman
would have it so. Thenceforward he found no more gold under his pillow,
but it lay instead under that of the maiden, from whence the old woman
fetched it away every morning; but he was so much in love and so
befooled, that he thought of nothing else but of passing his time with
the girl. Then the old witch said, “We have the bird’s heart, but we must also
take the wishing-cloak away from him.” The girl answered, “We will
leave him that, he has lost his wealth.” The old woman was angry and
said, “Such a mantle is a wonderful thing, and is seldom to be found in
this world. I must and will have it!” She gave the girl several blows,
and said that if she did not obey, it should fare ill with her. So she
did the old woman’s bidding, placed herself at the window and looked on
the distant country, as if she were very sorrowful. The huntsman asked,
“Why dost thou stand there so sorrowfully?” “Ah, my beloved,” was her
answer, “over yonder lies the Garnet Mountain, where the precious
stones grow. I long for them so much that when I think of them, I feel
quite sad, but who can get them? Only the birds; they fly and can reach
them, but a man never.” “Hast thou nothing else to complain of?” said
the huntsman. “I will soon remove that burden from thy heart.” With
that he drew her under his mantle, wished himself on the Garnet
Mountain, and in the twinkling of an eye they were sitting on it
together. Precious stones were glistening on every side so that it was
a joy to see them, and together they gathered the finest and costliest
of them. Now, the old woman had, through her sorceries, contrived that
the eyes of the huntsman should become heavy. He said to the maiden,
“We will sit down and rest awhile, I am so tired that I can no longer
stand on my feet.” Then they sat down, and he laid his head in her lap,
and fell asleep. When he was asleep, she unfastened the mantle from his
shoulders, and wrapped herself in it, picked up the garnets and stones,
and wished herself back at home with them. But when the huntsman had had his sleep out and awoke, and perceived
that his sweetheart had betrayed him, and left him alone on the wild
mountain, he said, “Oh, what treachery there is in the world!” and sat
down there in care and sorrow, not knowing what to do. But the mountain
belonged to some wild and monstrous giants who dwelt thereon and lived
their lives there, and he had not sat long before he saw three of them
coming towards him, so he lay down as if he were sunk in a deep sleep. Then the giants came up, and the first kicked him with his foot and
said, “What sort of an earth-worm is lying curled up here?” The second
said, “Step upon him and kill him.” But the third said, “That would
indeed be worth your while; just let him live, he cannot remain here;
and when he climbs higher, toward the summit of of the mountain, the
clouds will lay hold of him and bear him away.” So saying they passed
by.