Jewish Fairy Tales and Legends. Gertrude Landa

of the tiniest hung from the rafters in the ceiling. As soon as the service was over, the clamor broke out anew.

      "Give to us the perjurer," screamed the demons. "He is not fit to live."

      With some difficulty, the rabbi stilled the tumult, and said:

      "Listen unto me, ye demons and sprites of the land of Ergetz. This man has fallen into my hands, and I am responsible for him. Our king, Ashmedai, must know of his arrival. We must not condemn a man unheard. Let us petition the king to grant him a fair trial."

      After some demur, the demons agreed to this proposal, and they trooped out of the synagogue in the same peculiar manner in which they came. Each was compelled to leave by the same door or window at which he entered.

      Bar Shalmon was carried off to the palace of King Ashmedai, preceded and followed by a noisy crowd of demons and fairies. There seemed to be millions of them, all clattering and pointing at him. They hobbled and hopped over the ground, jumped into the air, sprang from housetop to housetop, made sudden appearances from holes in the ground and vanished through solid walls.

      The palace was a vast building of white marble that seemed as delicate as lace work. It stood in a magnificent square where many beautiful fountains spouted jets of crystal water. King Ashmedai came forth on the balcony, and at his appearance all the demons and fairies became silent and went down on their knees.

      "What will ye with me?" he cried, in a voice of thunder, and the rabbi approached and bowed before his majesty.

      "A mortal, a Jew, has fallen into my hands," he said, "and thy subjects crave for his blood. He is a perjurer, they say. Gracious majesty, I would petition for a trial."

      "What manner of mortal is he?" asked Ashmedai.

      Bar Shalmon stepped forward.

      "Jump up here so I may see thee," commanded the king.

      "Jump, jump," cried the crowd.

      "I cannot," said Bar Shalmon, as he looked up at the balcony thirty feet above the ground.

      "Try," said the rabbi.

      Bar Shalmon did try, and found, the moment he lifted his feet from the ground, that he was standing on the balcony.

      "Neatly done," said the king. "I see thou art quick at learning."

      "So my teachers always said," replied Bar Shalmon.

      "A proper answer," said the king. "Thou art, then, a scholar."

      "In my own land," returned Bar Shalmon, "men said I was great among the learned."

      "So," said the king. "And canst thou impart the wisdom of man and of the human world to others?"

      "I can," said Bar Shalmon.

      "We shall see," said the king. "I have a son with a desire for such knowledge. If thou canst make him acquainted with thy store of learning, thy life shall be spared. The petition for a trial is granted."

      The king waved his scepter and two slaves seized Bar Shalmon by the arms. He felt himself lifted from the balcony and carried swiftly through the air. Across the vast square the slaves flew with him, and when over the largest of the fountains they loosened their hold. Bar Shalmon thought he would fall into the fountain, but to his amazement he found himself standing on the roof of a building. By his side was the rabbi.

      "Where are we?" asked Bar Shalmon. "I feel bewildered."

      "We are at the Court of Justice, one hundred miles from the palace," replied the rabbi.

      A door appeared before them. They stepped through, and found themselves in a beautiful hall. Three judges in red robes and purple wigs were seated on a platform, and an immense crowd filled the galleries in the same queer way as in the synagogue. Bar Shalmon was placed on a small platform in front of the judges. A tiny sprite, only about six inches high, stood on another small platform at his right hand and commenced to read from a scroll that seemed to have no ending. He read the whole account of Bar Shalmon's life. Not one little event was missing.

      "The charge against Bar Shalmon, the mortal," the sprite concluded, "is that he has violated the solemn oath sworn at his father's death-bed."

      Then the rabbi pleaded for him and declared that the oath was not binding because Bar Shalmon's father had not informed him of his treasures abroad and could not therefore have been in his right senses. Further, he added, Bar Shalmon was a scholar and the king desired him to teach his wisdom to the crown prince.

      The chief justice rose to pronounce sentence.

      "Bar Shalmon," he said, "rightly thou shouldst die for thy broken oath. It is a grievous sin. But there is the doubt that thy father may not have been in his right mind. Therefore, thy life shall be spared."

      Bar Shalmon expressed his thanks.

      "When may I return to my home?" he asked.

      "Never," replied the chief justice.

      Bar Shalmon left the court, feeling very downhearted. He was safe now. The demons dared not molest him, but he longed to return to his home.

      "How am I to get back to the palace?" he asked the rabbi. "Perhaps after I have imparted my learning to the crown prince, the king will allow me to return to my native land."

      "That I cannot say. Come, fly with me," said the rabbi.

      "Fly!"

      "Yes; see thou hast wings."

      Bar Shalmon noticed that he was now wearing a garment just like all the demons. When he spread his arms, he found he could fly, and he sailed swiftly through the air to the palace. With these wings, he thought, he would be able to fly home.

      "Think not that," said the rabbi, who seemed to be able to read his thoughts, "for thy wings are useless beyond this land."

      Bar Shalmon found that it would be best for him to carry out his instructions for the present, and he set himself diligently to teach the crown prince. The prince was an apt pupil, and the two became great friends. King Ashmedai was delighted and made Bar Shalmon one of his favorites.

      One day the king said to him: "I am about to leave the city for a while to undertake a campaign against a rebellious tribe of demons thousands of miles away. I must take the crown prince with me. I leave thee in charge of the palace."

      The king gave him a huge bunch of keys.

      "These," he said, "will admit into all but one of the thousand rooms in the palace. For that one there is no key, and thou must not enter it. Beware."

      For several days Bar Shalmon amused himself by examining the hundreds of rooms in the vast palace until one day he came to the door for which he had no key. He forgot the king's warning and his promise to obey.

      "Open this door for me," he said to his attendants, but they replied that they could not.

      "You must," he said angrily, "burst it open."

      "We do not know how to burst open a door," they said. "We are not mortal. If we were permitted to enter the room we should just walk through the walls."

      Bar Shalmon could not do this, so he put his shoulder to the door and it yielded quite easily.

      A strange sight met his gaze. A beautiful woman, the most beautiful he had ever seen, was seated on a throne of gold, surrounded by fairy attendants who vanished the moment he entered.

      "Who art thou?" asked Bar Shalmon, in great astonishment.

      "The daughter of the king," replied the princess, "and thy future wife."

      "Indeed! How know you that?" he asked.

      "Thou hast broken thy promise to my father, the king, not to enter this room," she replied. "Therefore, thou must die, unless—"

      "Tell me quickly," interrupted Bar Shalmon, turning pale, "how my life can be saved."

      "Thou