FISHERJOE. 19 grapeshave to ripen,
and
Iam
tomake
a goblet of wine, to be placedon
his table at daybreak;and
ifI fail Iam
to loseyou.""
Your
smallest trouble oughtto begreater than that," said his wife. "Eat and
drink,go
tobedand
have agood
rest,and
all will be well."
When
nightcame
shewent
out into the farmyard, uncoiled her whip, gave a crack,which was
heard over seven times seven countries, and immediately all the dragons appeared."What
are your Majesty'scommands?"
She
then toldthem what
herhusband
required,and
in themorning Joe had
the goblet of wine,which he
tookon
horse-back lesthe should belate; he openedthe baron'swindow,
and, asnobody was
there,he
placed the goblet on the table, closed thewindow, and
returnedhome.
At
daybreak the baron turned in his bed.The
brightlightreflected
by
the gobletmet
his eyes,and had
such an effecton him
thathe
fell backinhisbed,and
gotworseand
worse.The
threemasons
arrivedand wondered why
their masterdidnot appear. Said thetallest to the middle one, "I
taught
him
something yesterday;now you must
teachhim
something else.""
Well," said the middle one, "
my
idea is this, thatJoe
shallbuild a silver bridgein front of the gate during the night, plant both ends with all kinds of trees,
and
that the trees be filledwith all kindsof birds singing
and
twittering in the morning.Pll warrant
he
won't do that,and
so he will lose his wife."When
the baroncame
out theycommunicated
their plan; he atonce sent forJoe and
toldhim what he
required.Joe went away
without even saying good-bye, hewas
so sad.When
he gothome
he told his wifewhat
the baronwanted
this time."Don't
trouble yourself,my
love,"said his wife, "eat and drinkand
get agood
rest, all shall be well."At
night she cracked herwhip and
ordered the dragonsto do all thatwas
required,and
so at daybreak allwas
done.The
birdsmade
such a noise that thewhole
of the villagewas awakened by
them.One
nightingale loudly
and
clearly to the baron sang, "Whatever
C2
20 MAGYAR
FOLK-TALES.God
hasgiven tosome
one else thatyou must
not covet; besatisfied with
what
has been given to you."The
baronawoke and
turned over, and, hearing the loud singing of the birds, rose and looked out of thewindow. The
glare of the silver bridge opposite the gate blinded him,and
he fellback
in bedand
got worse and worse.When
the threemasons
arrived they could not enter, for the splendour of the silver bridge dazzled them,and
they were obliged to enterby
another gate.As
they were working, the shortest said to the middle one,"
Go and
seewhy
hislordship does notcome
out; perhaps heisworse."
He went
inand
found the baron worse than ever.Then
said the shortest,"I
thought of something,
my
lord,which
he will never be able to do,
and
soyou
will get his wife.""
What
is that,mason
?"demanded
the baron. "Itis this,
my
lord,"said the mason, "that he shallask
God
to dinneron Palm Sunday, and
thathe
can't do,and
sohe
will lose his wife." "If
you
can get Joe's wife forme you
shall haveall thisproperty,"said the baron.
"
It's ours, then," said they,
ufor he can't do that."
Joe was
sentfor,and came
at once toknow what was
required of him. "My
orders are these," replied the baron,"
that
you
inviteGod
to dinneron Palm Sunday
tomy
house;if
you
do not your wife is lost."Poor Joe went
out without saying good-bye,jumped
into his carriage,and
returnedhome
dreadfully miserable.
When
his wife askedhim what was
the matter he told her of the baron'scommands. " Go
on," said his wife;"
bring
me
that foal, theyearling, the
most
wretched one of all, putupon
itan
old saddleand
silver harnesson
its head,and
then get on its back."He
did so, said good-bye,and
thewretched yearling darted off at once straight toheaven.By
the time it arrived there ithad become
quite a beautiful horse.When Joe
reached the gates of Paradise he tied his horse to a stake,knocked
at the door,which
opened,and
hewent
inand
greeted theAlmighty.
St. Peter received him,and
askedhim why
hehad
come. "I've come," said he, "to
FISHER JOE. 21 invite
God
to dinneratmy
lord'son Palm
Sunday." "Tell
him
fromme,"
said the deity,"
that I will come,
and
tellhim
thatheisto
sow
aplot with barley,and
thatitwill ripen,and
that I will eat breadmade
of it at dinner.That
acow
is to be taken to the bull to-day,and
that Iwill eat the flesh of the calf formy
dinner/'
With
thisJoe
took leave, and the foal flewdownward. As
they
went Joe was
like to fallhead-foremostoff,and
calledupon
the deity. St. Petertoldhim
not to fear, itwas
allright ; he
would
fallon
his feet.When Joe
arrived athome
the barleywas waving
in the breezeand
thecow was
in calf. "Well, wife," said he,
"I
willgo
to the baron'sand
givehim
the message." So he went,knocked
at the door, and entered the room. "Don'tcome
astep further," cried the baron. "Idon't intend to," said
Joe
: uI'vecome
totellyou
I have executedyour commands, and mind you
don'tblame me
forwhat
will happen.The
deity has sentyou
thismessage:you
aretosow
a plotwith barley,and
of itmake
bread for Hisdinner.A cow
isto
go
tothe bull,and
of the calf's fleshHe
will eat."The
baronbecame
thoughtful."Don't
worry
yourself,my
lord,"said Joe, "
you have
worriedme
enough,it is yourturnnow
;"and
so he said "good-bye,"
and went
offhome
:when
he got there the barley-bread was bakingand
the vealwas
roasting.At
thismoment
the deityand
St. Peter arrived from heaven and wereon
theirway
tothebaron's,who
themoment
he sawthem
called out to his servant, "Lock
the gate,and
do notletthem
in."Then
saidthedeity, "Letusgo
backtothepoor man'shome, and
have dinner there."When
they reachedthe footof themountain
St. Peterwas
told to look, backand
saywhat
he saw, and lo ! thewhole
of the baron's propertywas
a sheet of water. "Now,"
said the deityto St. Peter, "letusgo on, for the
mountain
is high, and difficult to ascend."When
theyarrived at Joe's he rushed outwith outspread arms, fell to the ground, andkissed the sole of the deity'sfoot.
He
entered and22 MAGYAR
FOLK-TALES.sat
down
to dinner, sodidJoe
and his wifeand
also St. Peter.Then
saidGod
to Joe, uSet atable in this world for the poor
and
miserable,and you
shallhave
one laid foryou
inthe worldto