King Thrushbeard

"King Thrushbeard," a tale by the Brothers Grimm, tells the story of a proud princess who is cursed with a series of misfortunes after rejecting all her suitors, including a humble but wise man named King Thrushbeard. When she is forced to marry him under humiliating circumstances, the princess learns valuable lessons about humility and love. Through trials and transformations, she discovers that true worth lies beyond outward appearances, leading to an unexpected happily-ever-after. This story blends themes of wisdom, identity, and the unpredictable nature of fate.

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There was once a King who had a Daughter. She was more beautiful than
words can tell, but at the same time so proud and haughty that no man
who came to woo her was good enough for her. She turned away one after
another, and even mocked them.

One day her father ordered a great feast to be given, and invited to
it all the marriageable young men from far and near.

They were all placed in a row, according to their rank and position.
First came Kings, then Princes, then Dukes, Earls, and Barons.

The Princess was led through the ranks, but she had some fault to find
with all of them.

One was too stout. 'That barrel!' she said. The next was too tall.
'Long and lean is no good!' The third was too short. 'Short and stout,
can't turn about!' The fourth was too white. 'Pale as death!' The
fifth was too red. 'Turkey-cock!' The sixth was not straight.
'Oven-dried!'

So there was something against each of them. But she made specially
merry over one good King, who stood quite at the head of the row, and
whose chin was a little hooked.

'Why!' she cried, 'he has a chin like the beak of a thrush.'

After that, he was always called 'King Thrushbeard.'

When the old King saw that his Daughter only made fun of them, and
despised all the suitors who were assembled, he was very angry, and
swore that the first beggar who came to the door should be her
husband.

A few days after, a wandering Musician began to sing at the window,
hoping to receive charity.

When the King heard him, he said: 'Let him be brought in.'

The Musician came in, dressed in dirty rags, and sang to the King and
his Daughter, and when he had finished, he begged alms of them.

The King said: 'Your song has pleased me so much, that I will give you
my Daughter to be your wife.'

The Princess was horror-stricken. But the King said: 'I have sworn an
oath to give you to the first beggar who came; and I will keep my
word.'

No entreaties were of any avail. A Parson was brought, and she had to
marry the Musician there and then.

When the marriage was completed, the King said: 'Now you are a
beggar-woman, you can't stay in my castle any longer. You must go away
with your Husband.'

The Beggar took her by the hand and led her away, and she was obliged
to go with him on foot.

When they came to a big wood, she asked:

    'Ah! who is the Lord of this forest so fine?'
    'It belongs to King Thrushbeard. It might have been thine,
    If his Queen you had been.'
    'Ah! sad must I sing!
    I would I'd accepted the hand of the King.'

After that they reached a great meadow, and she asked again:

    'Ah! who is the Lord of these meadows so fine?'
    'They belong to King Thrushbeard, and would have been thine,
    If his Queen you had been.'
    'Ah! sad must I sing!
    I would I'd accepted the love of the King.'

Then they passed through a large town, and again she asked:

    'Ah! who is the Lord of this city so fine?'
    'It belongs to King Thrushbeard, and it might have been thine,
    If his Queen you had been.'
    'Ah! sad must I sing!
    I would I'd accepted the heart of the King.'

'It doesn't please me at all,' said the Musician, 'that you are
always wishing for another husband. Am I not good enough for you?'

At last they came to a miserable little hovel, and she said:

    'Ah, heavens! what's this house, so mean and small?
    This wretched little hut's no house at all.'

The Musician answered: 'This is my house, and yours; where we are to
live together.'

The door was so low that she had to stoop to get in.

'Where are the servants?' asked the Princess.

'Servants indeed!' answered the Beggar. 'Whatever you want done, you
must do for yourself. Light the fire, and put the kettle on to make my
supper. I am very tired.'

But the Princess knew nothing about lighting fires or cooking, and to
get it done at all, the Beggar had to do it himself.

When they had finished their humble fare, they went to bed. But in the
morning the Man made her get up very early to do the housework.

They lived like this for a few days, till they had eaten up all their
store of food.

Then the Man said: 'Wife, this won't do any longer; we can't live here
without working. You shall make baskets.'

So he went out and cut some osiers, and brought them home. She began
to weave them, but the hard osiers bruised her tender hands.

'I see that won't do,' said the Beggar. 'You had better spin; perhaps
you can manage that.'

So she sat down and tried to spin, but the harsh yarn soon cut her
delicate fingers and made them bleed.

'Now you see,' said the Man, 'what a good-for-nothing you are. I have
made a bad bargain in you. But I will try to start a trade in
earthenware. You must sit in the market and offer your goods for
sale.'

'Alas!' she thought, 'if any of the people from my father's kingdom
come and see me sitting in the market-place, offering goods for
sale, they will scoff at me.' But it was no good. She had to obey,
unless she meant to die of hunger.

All went well the first time. The people willingly bought her wares
because she was so handsome, and they paid what she asked them--nay,
some even gave her the money and left her the pots as well.

They lived on the gains as long as they lasted, and then the Man laid
in a new stock of wares.

She took her seat in a corner of the market, set out her crockery
about her, and began to cry her wares.

Suddenly, a drunken Hussar came galloping up, and rode right in among
the pots, breaking them into thousands of bits.

She began to cry, and was so frightened that she did not know what to
do. 'Oh! what will become of me?' she cried. 'What will my Husband say
to me?' She ran home, and told him her misfortune.

'Who would ever think of sitting at the corner of the market with
crockery?' he said. 'Stop that crying. I see you are no manner of use
for any decent kind of work. I have been to our King's palace, and
asked if they do not want a kitchen wench, and they have promised to
try you. You will get your victuals free, at any rate.'

So the Princess became a kitchen wench, and had to wait upon the Cook
and do all the dirty work. She fixed a pot into each of her pockets,
and in them took home her share of the scraps and leavings, and upon
these they lived.

It so happened that the marriage of the eldest Princess just then took
place, and the poor Woman went upstairs and stood behind the door to
peep at all the splendour.

When the rooms were lighted up, and she saw the guests streaming in,
one more beautiful than the other, and the scene grew more and more
brilliant, she thought, with a heavy heart, of her sad fate. She
cursed the pride and haughtiness which had been the cause of her
humiliation, and of her being brought to such depths.

Every now and then the Servants would throw her bits from the savoury
dishes they were carrying away from the feast, and these she put into

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