The Orange Fairy Book. Andrew Lang

it is he who should die!’ And the people looked at each other, for they knew not what to believe. At length one man said:

      ‘Let them both die, but they may choose their own deaths.’

      Then Isuro answered:

      ‘If we must die, put us in the place where the wood is cut, and heap it up all round us, so that we cannot escape, and set fire to the wood; and if one is burned and the other is not, then he that is burned is the goat-slayer.’

      And the people did as Isuro had said. But Isuro knew of a hole under the wood-pile, and when the fire was kindled he ran into the hole, but Gudu died there.

      When the fire had burned itself out and only ashes were left where the wood had been, Isuro came out of his hole, and said to the people:

      ‘Lo! did I not speak well? He who killed your goat is among those ashes.’

Ian, the Soldier’s Son

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[Mashona Story.]

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      There dwelt a knight in Grianaig of the land of the West, who had three daughters, and for goodness and beauty they had not their like in all the isles. All the people loved them, and loud was the weeping when one day, as the three maidens sat on the rocks on the edge of the sea, dipping their feet in the water, there arose a great beast from under the waves and swept them away beneath the ocean. And none knew whither they had gone, or how to seek them.

      Now there lived in a town a few miles off a soldier who had three sons, fine youths and strong, and the best players at shinny in that country. At Christmastide that year, when families met together and great feasts were held, Ian, the youngest of the three brothers, said:

      ‘Let us have a match at shinny on the lawn of the knight of Grianaig, for his lawn is wider and the grass smoother than ours.’

      But the others answered:

      ‘Nay, for he is in sorrow, and he will think of the games that we have played there when his daughters looked on.’

      ‘Let him be pleased or angry as he will,’ said Ian; ‘we will drive our ball on his lawn to-day.’

      And so it was done, and Ian won three games from his brothers. But the knight looked out of his window, and was wroth; and bade his men bring the youths before him. When he stood in his hall and beheld them, his heart was softened somewhat; but his face was angry as he asked:

      ‘Why did you choose to play shinny in front of my castle when you knew full well that the remembrance of my daughters would come back to me? The pain which you have made me suffer you shall suffer also.’

      ‘Since we have done you wrong,’ answered Ian, the youngest, ‘build us a ship, and we will go and seek your daughters. Let them be to windward, or to leeward, or under the four brown boundaries of the sea, we will find them before a year and a day goes by, and will carry them back to Grianaig.’

      In seven days the ship was built, and great store of food and wine placed in her. And the three brothers put her head to the sea and sailed away, and in seven days the ship ran herself on to a beach of white sand, and they all went ashore. They had none of them ever seen that land before, and looked about them. Then they saw that, a short way from them, a number of men were working on a rock, with one man standing over them.

      ‘What place is this?’ asked the eldest brother. And the man who was standing by made answer:

      ‘This is the place where dwell the three daughters of the knight of Grianaig, who are to be wedded to-morrow to three giants.’

      ‘How can we find them?’ asked the young man again. And the overlooker answered:

      ‘To reach the daughters of the knight of Grianaig you must get into this basket, and be drawn by a rope up the face of this rock.’

      ‘Oh, that is easily done,’ said the eldest brother, jumping into the basket, which at once began to move—up, and up, and up—till he had gone about half-way, when a fat black raven flew at him and pecked him till he was nearly blind, so that he was forced to go back the way he had come.

      After that the second brother got into the creel; but he fared no better, for the raven flew upon him, and he returned as his brother had done.

      ‘Now it is my turn,’ said Ian. But when he was halfway up the raven set upon him also.

      ‘Quick! quick!’ cried Ian to the men who held the rope. ‘Quick! quick! or I shall be blinded!’ And the men pulled with all their might, and in another moment Ian was on top, and the raven behind him.

      ‘Will you give me a piece of tobacco?’ asked the raven, who was now quite quiet.

      ‘You rascal! Am I to give you tobacco for trying to peck my eyes out?’ answered Ian.

      ‘That was part of my duty,’ replied the raven; ‘but give it to me, and I will prove a good friend to you.’ So Ian broke off a piece of tobacco and gave it to him. The raven hid it under his wing, and then went on; ‘Now I will take you to the house of the big giant, where the knight’s daughter sits sewing, sewing, till even her thimble is wet with tears.’ And the raven hopped before him till they reached a large house, the door of which stood open. They entered and passed through one hall after the other, until they found the knight’s daughter, as the bird had said.

      ‘What brought you here?’ asked she. And Ian made answer:

      ‘Why may I not go where you can go?’

      ‘I was brought hither by a giant,’ replied she.

      ‘I know that,’ said Ian; ‘but tell me where the giant is, that I may find him.’

      ‘He is on the hunting hill,’ answered she; ‘and nought will bring him home save a shake of the iron chain which hangs outside the gate. But, there, neither to leeward, nor to windward, nor in the four brown boundaries of the sea, is there any man that can hold battle against him, save only Ian, the soldier’s son, and he is now but sixteen years old, and how shall he stand against the giant?’

      ‘In the land whence I have come there are many men with the strength of Ian,’ answered he. And he went outside and pulled at the chain, but he could not move it, and fell on to his knees. At that he rose swiftly, and gathering up his strength, he seized the chain, and this time he shook it so that the link broke. And the giant heard it on the hunting hill, and lifted his head, thinking—

      ‘It sounds like the noise of Ian, the soldier’s son,’ said he; ‘but as yet he is only sixteen years old. Still, I had better look to it.’ And home he came.

      ‘Are you Ian, the soldier’s son?’ he asked, as he entered the castle.

      ‘No, of a surety,’ answered the youth, who had no wish that they should know him.

      ‘Then who are you in the leeward, or in the windward, or in the four brown boundaries of the sea, who are able to move my battle-chain?’

      ‘That will be plain to you after wrestling with me as I wrestle with my mother. And one time she got the better of me, and two times she did not.’

      So they wrestled, and twisted and strove with each other till the giant forced Ian to his knee.

      ‘You are the stronger,’ said Ian; and the giant answered:

      ‘All men know that!’ And they took hold of each other once more, and at last Ian threw the giant, and wished that the raven were there to help him. No sooner had he wished his wish than the raven came.